- Dayla
People bustled around me in the busy market.
The shopkeepers shouted over each other, trying to get attention to earn more profit. I walked past them, concealing my face with the brown cloth.
I trudged past a quiet shopkeeper who glanced at me and then looked away. I reached the abandoned part of the market- a perfect place to meet my informer.
I don't know what information he has for me- just that it was important, and that he couldn't speak to me inside my house.
The door of the address was broken and splintered at the front. I knocked on it a few times, waiting for someone to open it. It creaked open slightly, and my curiosity ignited. In front of me stood an old woman, around seventy years old. I drop the cloth from my face and hold it in my hand.
She took one look at me and opened the door a little- just enough for me to slip past her. I walked inside and then turned around to see the lady.
"The room to the left." She spoke out and only now do I notice that she isn't so old anymore. Her image shimmered ever so slightly and I now looked at a tall and young girl.
I'm not thrown off of my feet. I know she was practicing magic- something which I have seen over the years in the pack. A few special people have that ability.
She walked out of the dimly lit hallway and into the kitchen. The lights above me flickered. The walls around me are covered in an old wallpaper, decorated by paintings of sprawling mountains.
I walked ahead to the room.
I noticed that the door is open and barely any light filters through it. A sudden sense of fear overcame me and as soon as it came, I chided for it to go away. I'm an Alpha, well respected with abilities that even I haven't discovered myself.
I stepped inside- It's very bland, and that's the first thing I noticed about the room. It's painted a dark blue, but not navy blue. It's a dull blue.
I look around to notice the silhouette of a man facing the window. He's my informer- someone who I sent to the Chaos pack to investigate what they might be planning in the future.
"Alpha." He says without turning around. I recognise his voice immediately. It's smooth, and hardly has a crack. He was my trusted informant.
"Brenner."
He turned his head around to look at me, but it's concealed in shadows. I shuffled forward, closer to him.
"You asked for me to come here. Tell me what you know." I ask him. He shuffles in his place, and I notice that he has trouble standing on his feet. I dismiss it and wait for his answer.
"Do you know what we feel every time you send us to his pack?"
I suck in a breath. I pause and wait for him to continue.
"We feel proud that our Alpha chose us for her job. But that can't overshadow our safety. We also want to come back to our home- to our mates. Some of us don't get the opportunity to do that." Bremner paused and continued, "All seventeen dead. Except me."
My heart stilled for a moment. My breathing is laboured and my ears rang with an ominous sound- the sound of the would be sobs of those who lost their sisters and brothers.
"How?" I ask him, voice not quavering at the end. I have to be strong.
"You have a mole." He simply stated.
And I'm not shocked. I have considered the possibility that my house is filled with people who question my authority. But to kill seventeen people? The mole would have to get information protected by me. I go over my head about all the people in my house.
I have to stay strong to support my pack. I don't have time to grieve. I have to discover who the mole is and who is it that invaded my pack.
"Why did they leave you alive?" I question him strongly.
"They murdered every one in front of me. They showed me things that... no one should ever see. Then they kept me in their pits for eternity. And they left me alive so that I could deliver a message to you." He winced slightly and only now do I notice that his arm is burnt. He turned his face slightly so that I can see it.
I gasp. His face is riddled with marks of knives. He has a new scar, going down till his neck.
"Brenner-"
"He's here, Dayla. The Alpha of Chaos is here. And you can't stop him."
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Dayla
WerewolfShe was feared; she was strong. She stood for discipline. He stood for chaos, and ran amok. He was her worst enemy- he stood for what she desired but couldn't have. She stood for everything he hated- the reality, the hard truth. He wanted her life...