Secret Shifter

Part 17

I couldn't believe it, though I guess nothing should surprise me anymore. That the man who killed my family, haunted my nightmares and scared my body was, Peter.

The same Peter that captured and tortured me. The same Peter who was Derek's former Beta, stood before me with a sinister smile as recognition dawned on me.

'You don't seem to be laughing Pup, something the matter?' His taunts echoed in the now silent room.

'You know her?' Aaron asked. Was he seriously stupid enough to ask that question? Yes, yes he was.

'Yes, I know her. Her Father banished my Father and sent him off to his death!' Peters voice carried much suffering but I couldn't help the next word to leave my lips.

'WHAAAA!?' The hell did he just say!?

'Thats right Pup, it was no coincidence that we were to meet again. After I sent the Rogues to kill your pack I knew you would be too scared to move on. I knew you would run. And you ran right into the arms of my plan.

I had already found my way to a pack by a young age, created allies and as I grew,' an evil laugh escaped his lips, 'I became the Beta of one of the strongest packs!'

'Of course I would have drained you blood that time in the cabin, but I couldn't help torturing you, just a little before doing the job. Then Derek had to show up. I thought for sure he would let me have my way with you, but of course fate had to interfere and make you Mates. Making you untouchable.'

My mind whirled with this sudden intake of events. He, Peter is the one that sent the Rogues to kill my family and my entire pack! He was doing this to avenge his Father. But why?

My Father would never send someone to their deaths, atleast not without good reason. I was too shocked to let my slowly burning rage claim me. Instead I mind linked a question, 'What did your Father do?'

Peter seemed to grow even more furious as he broke open the door and stalked toward me. I was still too injured to move but I barred my teeth at him.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of my fur, just below my neck and pulled, causing me to yelp and stumble.

'My Father did nothing!' His voice now drenched in anger controlled the atmosphere in the small cell.

'My Father, did nothing.' His voice was much calmer and quieter, but was still soaked in poison. 'He wanted to help us. He wanted to help every Werewolf out there that was limited to one form.'

I looked to him then and thought, 'Are you saying what I think your saying?'

He smiled but it lacked any sign of humour, 'Yes that's right Pup. My Father was the Beta of your pack, before your bastard brother. He discovered you true power and wanted to share it with us all. He believed we could use your DNA to implant other Werewolves, so we could all become Purebreds. Instead we are Halfbreeds, diluted mutts with limitations. But with your blood, we can become more.'

He bent down so our faces were only inches apart, 'Just think, Werewolves would become stronger, faster and more powerful. What do you say?'

I blocked my thoughts, thinking to myself. If everything he said was true, which no doubt it was cause everything made sense and he was too stupid to come up with this shit, then my blood could really improve the Werewolf bloodline.

My Father, I knew without a doubt, did what he did to protect me, my family and our pack. And I now had to do the same. I had a duty to protect not only the Werewolves on this planet, but everyone.

If I let Peter, the Rogues and any other corrupted pack get a hold of my Blood, then I knew the world would no longer be safe. I could control what I am, but they let anger and revenge control them and I couldn't let them become bigger monsters than they already are.

I unblocked my thoughts and replied to Peter who looked to me expectantly, 'What I say is...HELL NO!' My body startled to tingled and instantly my wounds healed, leaving no trace of my blood behind for them to use.

I pushed myself off the ground and latched into Peters arm. He cried out in pain as I felt his flesh tear from the rest of his body.

'You know what they say about fighting someone who is un-armed?' I thought angrily to Peter who now slumped on the ground.

He looked up and smiled, completely surprising the heck out of me. 'Yeah I know what they say.' He got up off the ground before walking out the cell and slamming it shut.

'But have you heard of the saying 'play your cards right?'' He laughed, but this time his shoulders shook and he laughed uncontrollably.

Peter raised his only hand up so the light shone down on it, and I gasped at the sight. Blood. 'Thats right Pup.'

'Blood. My Blood. But when?' My brain danced around looking for an explanation, how did he? No!

'When you grabbed me!?' I growled. The little bastard had actually dug his nails in my neck and drew blood.

'Thats right, not so big and powerful now are you?' He smiled again and I wanted to tear his throat out.

I lunged for the bars, he had broken the lock on the door when he broke in so it should be easy. But just then a heard a hissing sound. Shit!

'Call me predictable, but I do love the smell of Wolfsbane in the morning,' he smiled before leaving with Aaron and the Rogue leader.

The Wolfsbane burned my chest and I grew powerless against it. A tear escaped my eye as I fell to the ground remembering all the nightmares and all the pain. But one thought rang out clear, 'Derek, save me,' before I slipped into complete darkness.