The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha

Chapter Five

Darren's POV

"Are you worthy of my trust with this." He voiced threateningly not stating it as a question but as a demand. Every enunciated word pulsed with dominating power. A mere statement pulling  me to bow to his every doing, to anything he asked of me.

To protect his daughter? He wanted me to accept such a dire task.

He was the most powerful master I'd ever met and served, yet out of all his generals and high ranking warriors he was assigning me the most precious and probably most impossible mission yet.

Evidently enough he was ruthless and far older than myself. If I failed him he could snap me with his thumb and forefinger at a moments notice.

This was beyond exhilarating. When you had all the time in the world anything risky was worth taking.

But why care for a spawn who was born of another kind? Why a human so below us we used them for our own desires? If he were not the most notoriously viscous man alive, if you could in fact even call him that, he would be shunned for procreating such shamefully weak genes in his bloodline.

Poor shame it was.

Nevertheless , the temptational pull was far too great, I knew what I would do before I said it.

"Yes sir, I am here for your serving."

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That all happened in a proximity of about two months prior which consisted of me moving from my beloved city filled with such young and invigorating blood. A lively city filled with wild girls spewing out from every which way.

Sighing heavily at the thought, I make my way into my new personal hell that I had enrolled myself not two  hours earlier. I smirked to myself relishing in the past. She was almost to easy to mess with. Her head as of the apple made for Eve waiting for my precious, sinful bite before I commanded her to do my bidding. Sometimes it was rather pleasant to be a creature of the night.

With my backpack slung low on one shoulder I swagger into the double aged doors ready to reign down on this pathetic diverse human/werewolf  school. I was more than ready, taking my protective sunglasses off. They were a gift of sorts from a witch I tricked to enchant in my youthful days with the promise of love. Incredulous as that was, as if I was capable of such a thing. Love was for the weak and codependent. But she was a felicitously untamed era to look back upon and it would be impossible to see in the sun without these invaluable luxuries.

My highly sensitive sight allows me to see three hundred feet away although becomes fragmented from the high rays of the sun. It's uncomfortable to say the least and something Darren Montgomery does not tolerate in the least bit. Only ever pleasure and sinful gratification would suffice.

Unlike the dull-witted, outrageous vampires tales of today where the sun is a blistering adversary to my kind. A tale countless children have heard over the decades from their parents to fear the strange and unknown. An insult! I am far more ghastly than that. A creature of the night that enjoys plummeting small towns such as this one into incarnadine chaos with no such hindrances.

Two youthfully delectable and delightfully weak human girls pass by leaving a trail of high pitched giggles behind them as I relish in my past gory escapades. Craving the screams of utter terror and complete hopelessness that was left in their wake. Begrudgingly I let them go, their untimely demise will have to wait, I think bitterly.

As of course I am a self-controlled creature with obligations to fulfill.

As I turn the corner I find myself bumping into a petite human. My hands shoot out instinctively catching the fragile thing before it could crash down making a mockery of itself. What pitiful creatures they were.