The Mark of Ankh (Book One of the Mark Series) (Completed)

Prologue (Edited)

In a dimly lit room, fifteen shadowy figures of people were scrunched over a map, looking at it. They were trying to come up with a battle plan or a plan of action on how they want to handle something. A new pack was about to form, and they had to see if they can't kill it off, before it is formed.

"So, what's the battle plan?" one of the figures, looking up at the front of the dim room, asked. "It's almost time for the new pack to-"

"I know that, Carter," a voice, distinctly male, interrupted the figure that had spoken. There was a hard edge to his voice, making all fourteen figures, flinch back in surprise.

"But Bane, the-"

"I know this information all ready, Carter. I am not stupid," the male, Bane, snapped. He glared at the male that had spoken, his jaw set hard. "Are you saying that I am?"

The male, Carter, flinched and moved away from the table, not wanting to be caught in the middle of something bad. "No, no, s-s-s-sir," Carter replied. His gray eyes flickered around silently, as he looked at the other people to see if he couldn't get some help from some of his peers. None were looking at him, because all were focusing his or her attention at the 6'3 male in the front of the dimmed room.

"Good, because you do know what would happen if you do... right?"

Carter flinched and nodded. "I-I do." His whole body was shaking, from  nerves. He didn't like being caught in the middle of things, liking to stay on the edge where he stayed unnoticed. It was his job to keep a low profile and to report back to his base, even though Bane didn't know this information.

"Good," Bane said, turning on the lights with a flick of his hand. A sneer was on his face, because he was the only one that could control stuff. However, he knew that the one that bared the mark would be able to defeat him. The only information he had received was that it was a girl, and there was supposed to be a pack making on the day of her birthday.

As the light turned on the figures, or ten males, including Bane, and five females blinked. They tried to clear the dots out of their eyes, even though it took a little while. Each of them stayed looking at the front person, knowing that won't be able to say anything about whatever he came up with.

Bane looked around at the group, his sea green eyes looking into each of his comrades. He tried to see if there was a foe in their midst, but he didn't see anything. His black hair did not fall in his eyes, because it was short and slicked back.

"We wait until we get the girl alone and then attack her," he said, his voice saying no buts. Again he looked at his team, his face showing the power and authority he has over them. "Any questions?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting if anyone would say anything.

All fourteen other members shook their heads no. They knew that they shouldn't question Bane's judgement, because it would be very bad for their health... literally. There had been fifteen members, excluding Bane, beforehand, but that one person had been killed in front of the rest.

Bane smiled, but it quickly turned into a sneer, while he thought about his plan. He knew that they would be able to catch the female in surprise, so they head to be ready for anything. "Good," he said. "Then this meeting is finished."