THE DARK ALPHA'S CURSE

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Chapter 15:

I stared at him, half mind blown.

His face danced in the darkness. We were both quiet now - he silently expecting my response, me, well, still figuring out everything he just said.

"Am I to believe you, or do I chalk it up to temporary grief induced madness?"

He chuckled, a mirthless sound. "I have lost two sons, a wife and a best friend," he said, shaking his head. "All to violence."

I listened, thinking.

If he was telling the truth, then not only was he the arch enemy of not only my pack, but every other pack worldwide, and someone else knew my status as a werewolf.

It explained everything.

"So, basically, you're like a supernatural CIA boss, trained to nail down paranormal threats?"

He smiled, then pursed his lips, shaking his head. "Well, err, I guess you can put it that way."

"How about the Redwolfs?" I asked. "You haven't said what they came after."

"There's a myth that had been on for more than three thousand years now, but nobody has been able to prove it."

I hissed.

He smiled, looking at me. "I'm sure when you hear what its called, you won't hiss. It is called the Seal of Æsmödéūs."

My mouth fell open.

"It seems you have heard about it," he smiled, looking straight ahead.

I nodded slowly. "Only from my days as a newborn," I said cautiously. Those days were no fun at all, and I'd readily fought against my Alpha once I could, killing him and all his pack.

"The Seal of Æsmödéūs is a legendary tale, of a devious demon, one of the sons of the Nephilim."

When I said that, he smiled at me.
"But that's the problem. It is no legend, it is real."

I gasped.

He continued, whispering quietly. "Ralph was taken by the Wind-spirit."

This time I did turn to stare at him. "But the Wind-spirit is the result of the Redwolfs teaming up with the Grims."

He shook his head, a little angry at my obstinacy. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. The Wind-spirit is the Stirring of Æsmödéūs!"

"No!"
"Yes!"

"How?"

"Its a long story," he sighed, shoulders drooping.

"But to cut it short, the Redwolfs teamed up with the witches of the Grim Ones Of The Sacred Well just so they could cut off Æsmödéūs before he got too strong. Right now, all I can say is that he's still bound in the Seal, but," he tsked, "its failing quickly. He's already getting too strong."

"You seem to know a lot about this," I eyed him suspiciously.

He sighed. "Perks of the job. Besides," his voice trailed away.