In the ALPHA'S CLAWS

"The Truth About Abby".

In the morning, the witch got up and looked towards the chair where little Abby continued to rest. That young girl looked so innocent that the witch even felt sorry for her. Lamya didn't consider herself a good person, but she never harmed those who didn't deserve it, and just by looking at the half-human, she could tell there was goodness in that young girl.

After a few minutes, she looked towards the entrance of her house and sighed in resignation. After gathering her courage, she walked towards the main door of her house. Without wasting any more time, she opened it to find the figure of a man sitting on the floor. She noticed that Samael was almost naked, except for the small shorts covering his intimate parts. But what caught the witch's attention the most was the state he was in, as if he had had a very bad night and was now just resting with his gaze lost in the trees.

She couldn't help but wonder what had left him in that state, but in a certain way, she knew. Despite Samael being a beast at night, during the day he was still just a man, and that man had a conscience. That former alpha hadn't always been the killer that everyone now feared for his wickedness; he used to use his strength to protect, but now he only used it to unleash all the anger he had inside.

Lamya entered her house again, looking for some clothes she had set aside in her wardrobe, as she was prepared for this. Then she walked back to the front door of her house and left those clothes on the floor next to Samael, who continued to be lost in his thoughts.

Was he judging himself? Perhaps he was. There was no way to know, as that man was very reserved, a man of few words, but he would never whisper the truth that lay within him.

"Put these on and leave," the witch finally said, getting the man's attention. Being nice to him was of no use; she knew they were accustomed to treating each other that way, and Samael didn't trust anyone who spoke nicely to him.

"You know well that I don't need them," Samael commented disdainfully.

"You'll need them now because you have to flee to the village, and you can't enter it like that. You know you have to go unnoticed among humans. You must hurry; they are in danger here in the forest," she commented, shifting her gaze towards the inside of the house, just to make sure Abby was still asleep. That young girl had a special glow; she was like a little angel.

"I'm not leaving. In fact, if it's true that it's so dangerous to stay, I'll wait for danger to find me here. Right at your doorstep," Samael said, while Lamya sighed in resignation. She knew she had to give him answers if she wanted them to leave. Although she wasn't sure how much she could reveal.

"Her name is Abby," the old woman began to say.

"I know that," the man interrupted, annoyed. He took the clothes that Lamya had given him and looked at them. They were a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and a brown sweater.

"Her name is Abby, but she's not a Hamilton," she began to say.

"Continue," Samael said, finally attentive.

"She was abducted from her true family when she was very young, and the reason the hunters kept her captive was because that young girl has great power. Her presence strengthens those around her," she commented, shifting her attention to Abby, who was still sleeping, and then to Samael, who was listening intently.

"Does she know?" he asked.

"I doubt it, but there's more," the old woman began, feeling relieved at this point to finally share the wisdom bestowed upon her by the gods.

"At this moment, not only the Hamiltons are looking for her, but also your former pack and others who are seeking her, but they all want to find her alive."

"Why would everyone be so desperate to find her?" Samael asked anxiously. "I have felt somewhat stronger by her side, but it's nothing special or exaggerated enough for the Grimmwolves to be so interested in her. Not even an omega like Seth would risk searching for her just for a little power," he commented, shaking his head. He knew the witch was not being sincere and that she was hiding something from him.

"Abby comes from an extinct tribe of semihumans called Athanatoi. All her ancestors were used as slaves because of the gift they were born with, but above all because of the legend," the old woman revealed.

"What legend?" Samael asked.

"Whoever spills her blood on the day of the red moon will possess the power of a thousand men and the wisdom of a thousand beasts. They will be stronger than any other being on Earth," she confessed.

"So, the Hamiltons, the Grimmwolves, and who knows who else is searching for her to kill her on that day?" Samael asked, just to confirm that he had understood correctly.

"Yes," the witch replied. Samael smiled, a smile that terrified Lamya, who had believed she was finally having a good conversation with the man. However, Samael remained a cursed werewolf.

"I must keep her alive until that day and then kill her myself when the moon turns red. That way, my power and strength will return, and I will be better than I ever was, and all those who betrayed and hurt me will regret doing so," he commented, his eyes devoid of light. Revenge had now consumed him.

"Yes," Lamya replied, defeated. It seemed that destiny was determined to make Samael become the beast everyone feared in the past, and although life seemed to be giving the alpha a chance now, it was not the case for Abby. It appeared that she had no fate other than to die, just like all her ancestors before her. Abby was the last survivor of the Athanatoi, and their civilization would die with the young girl.

"I know you want revenge, but if you stay here in the forest, everyone will come after you. You must keep her away for as long as you can, and if the Hamiltons find you, you can't just kill them. I know it's difficult for you, but you must avoid them as much as possible because you know that even though you feel strong now, the only way you will succeed with your revenge is if you do it after the red moon. The gods will bless you on that day, and you will be able to face anyone because you will emerge victorious from any battle," the old woman insisted, trying to reason with him. Time was running out; they had to leave as soon as possible if they wanted to survive.

"How soon is the red moon?" Samael asked.

"Three weeks," the old woman replied, then shifted her gaze towards young Abby. Normally, she didn't feel compassion for others, but that innocent girl had managed to evoke that feeling in the old woman. The witch was well aware of the suffering Abby had endured, witnessing year after year how the Hamiltons tried to kill Abby's spirit and how she was constantly mistreated by those who claimed to be her family. Lamya couldn't help but lament for her, as after a life full of abuse, a sad ending awaited her.

"It will be quite a challenge not to kill her before then," commented Samael, diverting his gaze towards the forest before entering the cabin. Lamya approached the girl and gently caressed her head to wake her up.

Abby slowly opened her eyes, and although Lamya was in front of her, the first thing her gaze sought was that man with the captivating brown eyes. She felt awkward, almost smiling upon finding him, but she refrained and simply stood up from her seat, averting her gaze at the witch, who continued to observe her with pity. Abby could see that pity in her eyes, but she didn't question the reason, as she was too distracted by Samael.

"I don't have clothes for you, but I'll give you money so this brute can take you to buy something warmer," the old woman commented, walking towards the kitchen. Once the figure of the woman crossed the door, Abby's eyes searched for the alpha's again, who was now beginning to dress in front of her. The young Hamilton's eyes couldn't help but observe the man's body; she had never felt this way before. She was completely drawn to him to the point where she no longer judged herself because she couldn't help it.

Samael felt the young girl's heart racing and looked for the reason with his gaze, but when he did, their eyes met. Abby was looking at him in a way she hadn't before; now she looked at him with desire. And he knew it because only one person had ever looked at him that way, his moon. After finishing changing, he approached Abby and stood right in front of her. The young girl never lowered her gaze and continued to stare at him as if hypnotized. When he stood before her, he had to swallow all the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth while she watched him change.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Samael asked, shifting his gaze towards the girl's cracked lips. The heat from the fire was starting to bother him, as well as the clothes he was wearing. Everything made him feel hot, including her, who continued to look at him in that same way.

"I knew you would come back," she replied, smiling. That annoyed the alpha, who had to contain his temper to prevent himself from shifting. It seemed that everything angered him when he was around the huntress. Just her breathing around him was enough to fill him with rage.

"Of course, I will come back. I still need you," he commented, almost smiling as he remembered the conversation he had had with the witch a few minutes ago. But those words were understood differently by innocent Abby, who smiled, thinking that she was finally beginning to please the beast.

Samael moved away from her while shaking his head; he had that human just where he wanted her. This way, he didn't have to worry about her trying to escape, and he only needed to be alert because others might try to steal her from him.

No one could take Abby from his clutches; right now, she belonged to him and no one else. Abby Hamilton's power, or rather Abby Athanatoi's power, would be his.

Lamya observed everything from the kitchen door. She knew the girl's innocence was significant, and the cunning of the wolf wouldn't take long to deceive her. In this way, Abby would remain with her executioner without realizing that the one keeping her alive would be the same one who would take her away in just three weeks. And although Lamya wished the young girl's story would end differently, everything was written. Destiny had already decided.

Abby would die in three weeks at the hands of Samael. But is it the work of destiny that, in those three weeks, two hearts can fall in love regardless of their body or condition?

Is it the work of destiny that the lips of a liar fall in love with the heart of a magical and innocent girl?