FOX

Chapter 3 - Lucy

This mission will be my one-way ticket out of this. I hated this place and this pack, and the pack hated me. But now, I was holding a perfect opportunity to never see them again close to my chest in a beige folder.

Our pack does every bad deed there is. Extortion, kidnapping, stealing, killing, you name it. The only thing that is off-limits for us is hurting kids in any way. This is the number one rule and basically the only one we appease to. No child can be harmed. I guess that’s where the Moon Goddess drew the line, and my father was not stupid enough to go against her. Nothing is too cruel for him. He would personally kill and torture babies if that means he gets what he wants. I would know.

I got down to the basement, where a storage facility for guns, money in different currencies, fake passports, and other equipment is located. I see my brother Tom talking to the storage manager, Gus, and my eyes roll back involuntarily. Daddy’s minion is here. Great.

"Hey, Fox. What mission have you got now? To kill some old lady in London for her heritage again?" Tom leans on his elbows, facing me. Sprawled wide like he owns the place. I know he believes he does. Little s**t had told me that he was going to be Alpha of the pack more times than I could care to count.

"Hey, Gus," I smiled since he has always been nice to me and ignored my brother. It could have something to do with the fact that we had a little friends-with-benefits situation a couple of years ago until Gus found his mate, Mariane.

"Hi, Luce, what do you need?"

"Excuse me, your future Alpha was talking to you," Tom leaned in front of my face, effectively blocking Gus and annoying the s**t out of me. I took a deep breath. It would be too easy to kill Tom. He is weak, self-absorbed, and untrained. The only thing keeping me from maiming him is that I will be punished for it. Besides, I have a plan. And a golden ticket one at that. So I smiled. Because I was truly happy I will never see this mut again.

"The mission is not for children to know, little brother." Gus laughs and gets scolded on the back of his head by Tom. My blond-haired brother was too scared to do anything to me, though. Gus flips him a finger, and I focus on the order sheet in front of me. Gus is a neat freak, but he runs this facility like clockwork.

"Not funny," Tom grumbled.

"It is a bit. It’s funny that Alpha lets you run around spitting s**t about missions when you've never been to one,” I gave the sheet to Gus and slowly turned to my brother. Outside, I am calm and lethally still. Inside? I’m raving.

Everybody in the pack knows that little s**t never succeeded in a mission. Someone always had to finish it for him. That someone was most often me. So, when he tried to minimize the mission I was on, it was a declaration of war. Besides, the old lady that I killed? That mission was personal.

"I am waiting for a really worthy target. I shouldn’t waste my time on low-level kills. A president or maybe even the Queen would fit."

I cannot help my snort, and so can Gus, effectively making my brother red with anger. Tom must have been smoking something with the witches recently. He knows that Dad holds him in a golden cage, and nobody treats him with respect since he can't prove his boasting. He had about two kills on his record, and I actually killed one of them since he froze and almost got us both killed. And I strongly believe that the second was a newbie's success. Yet he still goes around the pack, claiming the kills as his own.

"You know, Fox? The moment I become Alpha, I will throw you out of the pack, and you will become a rogue b***h, begging for somebody to take you in until you die alone and forgotten."

"Dying alone sounds preferable to hearing another word from you. And I don’t mind it one bit." I looked him straight in the eyes, a show of disrespect among the wolves. Tom knows I'm not lying. Besides, even if I could, this one thing is as true as my own curse. In the next second, Tom jumps towards me, trying and miserably failing to land a punch. I saw it coming a mile away, took a step to the side, turned around, and grabbed the back of his head in my palm. The crunching noise coming from his nose connecting to the tall table is like ice cream van music to kids. It just makes me giddy.

I smiled at Gus after he passed me my bag with guns and other stuff with a strange look on his face.

"I will miss you, though," I said to Gus and sent him an air kiss. He acts like he caught it and puts it in his pocket.

"I would miss you too, Fox. But I think it's only a joke. Tom wouldn't have the balls to do anything to you. Take care of yourself out there."

"Thanks. You too. Give my condolences to Mariane, by the way."

"What for?"

"For mating with you," I leave him laughing, and it hurts me a little bit inside since I'm not planning on returning anymore. I made my plan long ago and was waiting for the right mission to put it in motion.