Blood

Chapter Twenty-Six: Hello Again

After disposing of the remaining white women, excluding Kαlαssε, we will need to move quickly to avoid her. Especially considering we still don't know how to kill her. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First tings first. There's a number of white women before us that are between me and my freedom.

Counting them, there are only thirteen here. Where are the other three? "Are you kidding me?" I mutter outloud. "Three of them are missing."

I hear Zev curse but pay him no mind. I'm more focused on the fact that three of the white women, along with Kαlαssε are missing. I was hoping to dispose of all of her shields once and for all, but no such luck. It will end up a problem though if she keeps them hidden and safe such that she herself is kept in her current immortal state.

The first of them starts towards us, picking up speed quickly. We both dodge, moving away from each other. As another of them comes straight at me I give partial control to my wolf. They know what they're doing when it comes to efficiently and effectively killing these women. Nothing against them, honestly, but Kαlαssε's a bitch and I don't want to even know what she's planning to do with the true blood of an alpha wolf. Like that's powerful stuff if you know how to extract it's power, but no one, at least no wolves, know how to do that.

Absentmindedly I dispatch of the first one. I bite my lip, debating on where the other three are hidden away. It is possible that they are off doing other objectives, but they'd be near impossible to track down. As far as I've seen they don't leave behind tracks, neither physical nor smell. As though they don't even really exist. If only. The lives of 31 wolves say otherwise.

I'm absent minded in my fighting, letting my wolf lead. My wolf has more bloodlust towards them anyways, as they felt the brunt of the wolves passing through my body. I feel as though I continue to make a mess of the natural order of things. Kαlαssε doesn't seem to be helping with that though. Kidnapping an alpha and preforming tests on the blood is unprecedented. I'm concerned as to what she is planning to do once she can extract the power of an alpha.

I glance down at myself and feel pretty disgusted. Not only have I lacked basic hygiene for a while, I'm also now covered in blood. My arms are covered and my torso isn't fairing much better. I feel a splatter on my face as well. If it wasn't for the thick coat of blood on my hands I'd feel compelled to wipe at my face.

I'd wonder how the other alpha's hadn't already displaced of the white women, but figuring out how to kill them is the majority of the battle. They are strong, rivaling alpha's in a one on one, but they're disadvantage of having an easy kill spot is their downfall. This is a fine example of why we could not only write down history but also teach it to new generations. Had the alphas just know who they were and how to kill them, this would have been done long, long ago.

"Do you have a thing for spilling extra quantities of blood compared to what's necessary?" Zev asks, walking over to me. He is considerably less blood covered.

"Says mister I'm the big, bad, scary, ruthless, alpha," I say in mocking.

"I don't refer to myself as any such thing," Zev retorts.

"Oh but you act it. Not long after I came you were right back into the torturing of your prisoners Zev," I dead pan. "You didn't even pretend to put up righteous airs after meeting me. Usually you'd at least consummate the mating before showing your colors."

"I've no interest in faking who I am for you mate. You were made as my match, so you will be able to deal with my methods, one or the other," Zev warns.

"Is that a threat?" I ask, amused.

"And if it was?" Zev inquires.

"That's cute," I say, giving him a wink.