FOX

Chapter 4 - Lucy

I walked out of the pack territory and attached my bag to the rear of my motorcycle. Once it was secured, I raised my head and surveyed the view for the last time. This place had been my home for the last 25 years, and I could not wait for it to burn.

When I got to my apartment back in town, I showered and ate cold Chinese leftovers before preparing my traveling bag with clothes, toiletries, knives, guns with silver bullets, and a mission file.

It sat on top of the pile and just sang to me to be read through. I was a weak person, so I relented grabbing the folder and filling my spot on the wide window sill. I extended my hand and searched blindly until my finger caught up with a foiled paper box. As I said, a weak person.

After the cigarette is lighted and smoking, soft fumes traveling their way to heaven, I finally open the file.

A man is staring from the picture to me and the same moment my wolf Fera stars howling inside me. Okaaaay? I mean, he is hot, like really hot, but most Alphas are attractive because of their blood. They all look like models or fitness stars. What's so special about this one?

Fera is still howling like crazy so there's no point consulting the b***h. So I look closer. Alpha Gloom has something in his eyes. Determination and sadness. The look you can usually see only in the eyes of people who've been through a lot.

He looks like he just got off the ship from Norway. His broad shoulders carry his big head with a sturdy beard, hair wrapped in the man bun loosely on his head. He looks like a Viking lumberjack. Two blue dots under those bushy eyebrows are like two blueberries set into it. The file contains a short summary of him. A couple of photos and a plan of a pack territory and blueprints for the pack house. My father might not like me, but he is good at what he does, and the file is filled with valuable info. That should be enough. I don't know how he manages to get this sort of info, but it's good. I killed people knowing much less than their real names, but more information was always better.

And this file contains so much more.

Sebastian Gloom. Alpha of Blue Moon pack. 6'8 and weighs over 200 pounds of pure muscle. In other words, a giant. He took the alpha position after killing his own father, being only 17. Hm. That's what I call daddy issues. Alpha Senior had two Lunas. The first was the target's mother, and the second was the late Alpha's true mate. They had two more kids - twins. Sophia and Selene. Their pictures were added. Two beautiful teenagers were photographed sitting with straight backs. It must be a photo for a school year album. Their faces have almost identical features, but one of them, which I think is Sophia, is more feminine with long blond hair and Selene is more edgy, with a short red bob. Clearly, the misfit. They are both 17 now. That means that killing them is off-limits, which makes my job a bit more difficult. 17-year-old wolves can be as vicious as their older peers. The Blue Moon Alpha has custody of both of them after the former Luna's death. That's nice that he takes care of them. I smiled to myself and then reprimanded myself. Maybe it's just because of guilt. He killed their father, after all. Jeez, a couple of tight muscles and I lost any ability to think clearly.

Sebastian's mother disappeared when he was 7. Nobody knows whether she is dead or alive. The body was never found when she left the pack all these years ago. Daddy and mommy issues. The guy needs therapy. Lots of it. But I will save him some money with a quick death.

The Luna ceremony, similar to human weddings but for werewolves, will be held next Saturday on the Red Moon. The future Luna is Anabelle White, an alpha's daughter from the Red Crescent pack. There is another picture of a lady. She is beautiful, with straight black hair, brown eyes, and marble skin. A beautiful woman that Fera is ready to tear apart.

What the f**k is wrong with you, Fera? After she decides the only communication will be growling and howling, I shoo my wolf away from my mind and block her. And besides, I can appreciate another woman's beauty without feeling insecure about mine. Yeah, the girl is beautiful, but that's not the reason to hate her. Also, she will cry her beautiful face out when I kill her future husband.

One last thing caught my eye from the file. The future Luna is not the target's true mate. That's weird. Usually, alphas tend to find their real mates pretty soon and don't hesitate to mate with them since it gives them and the whole pack a lot of power. It is a gift from the Moon goddess, which you can't ignore. You can try, but I heard stories of people going insane because of the rejected bond. I rub the palm of my hand onto my breastbone.

I won't get one. The moon goddess has already cursed me with no lying thing, and I don't think she will change her mind soon when I'm nothing but an assassin.

I shake my thoughts out. I can't be sad about my life right now. I have a mission, and I have freedom to catch on to. I traveled all around the world killing people for money—humans, werewolves, witches, elves, and other creatures I don't even have a name for. I don't discriminate. A job is a job.

I never look back when leaving town. I consider it bad luck. And I'm not planning to look back this time, even though I'm not coming back ever again. I am good at what I do. The best, if I say so myself, but killing puts a toll on your soul, and I don't think I can carry more death on mine before surrendering it to hell.