Abducting the Alpha

1. Alleyways and Alphas.

Hi guys, felt like starting a new story. Enjoy!

         

Chapter 1:

"One of these creatures is more powerful than all of us combined." The head of investigations stressed and Safira found herself slightly nervous about what was to come. "But being aware of their existence has thankfully given us an upper hand."

Zac Adams, the director of their secret operation as well as Safira's father, had been planning this mission for four years after his wife had mysteriously died of an "animal attack." She remembered his reaction after hearing the news. While Safira had grieved the loss of her mother with no doubt about the cause of her death, her father had spent sleepless nights investigating, allowing his suspicions to come further into the surface. She had thought that it was because he was suffering from PTSD after his wife had died in his arms, or that his description of the monstrously large wolf that had "shifted" after running off into the woods with her mother's torn flesh in his teeth, was simply a hallucination. A senior in high school did not usually have to deal with both her mother's death and her father's growing insanity and so, instead, she had mourned her mothers passing through a growing resentment towards her father. A resentment that she now deeply regretted.

It had taken her a while but after witnessing the attack and subsequent death of Johnny Aldridge two years ago, she had finally united with her father.

At first, Zac Adam's conviction that "werewolves" existed resulted in his leave from work at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. An FBI agent obsessed with proving that werewolves were real was not often a ticket to a promotion. Yet, after careful investigation he had managed to prove that what he had proposed was in fact real, that there was indeed an evolved species that existed amongst them who were both vicious and dangerous. Thus, resulting in a supernatural division in the bureau.

"Are you sure we're ready?" Damien Grey inquired – her father's partner who had also come to believe him after the years. "And are we sure we're ready to take the risk."

Safira thought silently about the matter – kidnapping the alpha of the largest pack in North America (or as far as they were aware considering their limited werewolf knowledge) did not seem like the best idea. Her father had been adamant that this man would allow them to find out what this species was capable of and how to stop them.

"Yeah," Safira remarked and leaned forward onto the grey table. She was the youngest person there (aside from Maani West who was only a couple of years older and an ex-military member), she was also the only one who wasn't too sure that this was the right route to take. "Maybe we should consider going undercover or understanding their lives in a different way."

"These are people who have killed thousands, Saf." Her father's fist slammed against the table and Safira flinched. "Who have killed your own mother." A reminder that this was personal. "We've planned enough, it's time to act."

She sighed at her father rashness, she had always been a thinker, she liked to weigh the odds before she rushed into anything, her father loved to act on his emotions. While this had meant that she was often more paranoid, it had also meant that her father was more reckless.

"Whatever." She mumbled and then, heard her father chuckle.

~

"So, we're just supposed to sit in the car and wait for them to come back." Safira turned to Edith Pouch, a 53-year-old woman who was a part of their operation but evidently not an active member. She was usually the one who sat behind the screens and made sure everything was going correctly, today she sat beside Safira in the squat car, monitoring the agents on the MacBook in her lap. Safira, more brawn than brains, sat sulking because her father had put her on watch duty.