The Second Mate

TEN

The image above is Gerrant Dlackmov.

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"You think that'll make a difference?" Gerrant laughed as he spat the blood that was giving him a bitter taste.

Duke narrowed his eyes and signaled the pack member to hit him again.

"It's useless. I'm not like you. Silver is just another metal to me." Gerrant muttered.

"I smell fear." He continued after raising his head to look at everyone in the room.

"I haven't felt torture like this since World War II." He sighed with a smile.

"Three hours. I've planned on staying here for three hours and you've spent two hours and fifty-six minutes torturing me, that means you have four minutes left."

Gerrant then faced Duke. "It's your call. You can save the lives of these men because in three minutes, I'll break away from these chains and I will kill every single one of you."

He eyed all of them, some wavering while others waited for Duke's commands.

Duke leaned in as he glared at Gerrant. "What do you want?"

"The story. You see, I was peacefully drinking tea in my cottage at Dingle." He paused and looked at the guy behind Duke.

"Do you know where that is?" He asked.

The guy hesitated but shook his head in response.

"Exactly!" Gerrant exclaimed.

"I was enjoying the peace and quiet life until witches from the Grand Coven started searching for me. I evaded them for half a decade, it was only when Chione posed herself in need of help did I reveal myself--"

"Chione? The Brethren witch?" Duke asked.

"Yes, you see I have a soft spot for the ladies. But, it was a trap. They asked me to locate a certain Zeta wolf who apparently killed the whore of the century."

"Why did you help them?"

Gerrant smirked. "Times up."

He broke the chains that binded him and punched Duke, sending the man across the room. He turned to the other men and motioned to attack when the iron doors opened.

"Carry Duke to the pack salutary."

"Yes, Luna." The men bowed and carried the unconscious Gamma out of the place.

"Tea, monsieur?" Marianne faced Gerrant.

Gerrant raised an eyebrow before accepting the Luna's invitation. He accepted the shirt in Marianne's hand before following her to the pack house.

"You spoil the date, Il Mio Amore." Gerrant huffed after they reached the balcony where Marke was waiting for them.

Marke stood from his chair and pinned Gerrant to the wall in a split second. "You being a lycan won't make me a lesser fighter."

Gerrant didn't motion to defend himself nor attack. He smirked at the vampire. Did the blood sucker really believe he could stand a chance against him? The thought amused him. The lycan fought gladiators with worst bloodlust but he respected Marke's grit, that or the vampire was arrogant.

"It's fine, Marke. You can leave us. I'm sure a bullet to the heart will kill him if he tries anything." Marianne decided.

Marke glared at Gerrant a little longer before releasing him and leaving the area.

"He's quite strong for a vampire." Gerrant remarked before taking a seat.

"He's the Beta of the pack." Marianne interjected. She took her seat and poured both of them a cup of tea. Gerrant studied her calm demeanor and it made him remember the past. She is like a prim and proper princess but those were never his type when he was ruling Anglo-Saxon England.