The Alphas Prophecy

Chapter 7 - The Unknown

Charlotte's POV 

I felt exhausted. Too much had happened to even wrap my head around it all. My world was literally upside down while we waited in this “safe house” that felt more like a personal prison at the moment. 

“This place is a glamoured prison,” I said out loud to both Luke and Emma, “Look at all this… Marble tile and pillars, granite countertops, you say we have enough stored food for years, a gym, training facility, full power and water that can not be altered, a hydro-farm, the list goes on.”

“It’s all built to protect you, give you time to train and grow, develop into who you are supposed to be.” Emma finished. She was always optimistic, annoyingly optimistic. 

“Stop being so positive. We can't get out until they let us out and you're telling me right now that we don’t even know if they made it out. They could be dead. My mom and dad could be dying right now and we can't get to them. 

“Charlotte, please calm down if there was something wrong with them you would be able to tell. Part of the reason we are here is that you can learn Who You Are and what it is you can do. Luca has been helping me train to help you through this.

“I don't know what you expect of me. I can't say where I thought it was going to be 24 hours ago. What happens if I don't want any of this?” 

“Unfortunately, Charlie you have no choice, you were born into this, it's your destiny and I was born to help you through it. I am what’s known as your Betta female. My job is to serve you and protect you no matter the cost,” Luke said with a very sad look of despair in his eyes. 

I looked back and forth between the two of them. For Luke and Emma not actually being blood relatives you could barely tell. They looked so much alike. I guess that’s why the lies were so easy to tell. The only difference between the two of them is Luke has more experience and age showing through. But, That look of loyalty, and determination was the exact same from both of them. So, here I was. Apparently, the daughter of a werewolf and a witch was looking at two other werewolves. What other surprises would my life hold? 

“I guess I might as well become acquainted with this place then. It’s not like there is anything else to do,” I felt a deep feeling of bitterness wash over me as I said that. I'm literally locked away in a cage like an animal. This “jail” cell of mine is going to be the only reason I survive apparently. I better rethink my life plan and maybe attempt to take this time to be productive. 

“I am going to walk around and get my bearings in this place then,” I mutter and walk away heading down the corridor. 

Unknown POV 

I let my wolf lead me into this mansion. There is still blood at the bottom of the stairs and droplets heading out the door with bloody footprints. It's still wet so they haven't been gone long. I have full confidence in my Beta and the recovery team he leads. He is the best tracker I know, taking after his father. He should be getting back quickly with the runaways. 

I take in the gruesome sight before me with the vampire pinned under the chandelier. Its crystals, once shining with reflective light, now look like rubies. As much as it was a shock to see someone beat us here after tracking for months and finally spotting her this morning i wasn’t surprised to see this. 

This girl is an abomination. My elders warned me to expect the unknown as well as to expect danger and to be prepared. This mix breed is a forbidden animal. Something all creatures agreed wasn’t permitted after these animals caused large human interference in the 1800’s. They could wipe out a single village by themselves in a night. The mix was so unpredictable that it was unknown what characteristics they would inherit from the parents. This particular one is a werewolf witch breed and the thing that makes it worse is her mother was the head of a coven. A very powerful witch, one of the most powerful ones ever seen actually. The father… well he was one of the strongest Alphas in our history. He had the second largest pack in the world next to my fathers. What made him so dangerous was his cunning ability to turn every enemy into a strong ally. This made him a rightful contender to hold the title of Alpha King. His undoing was his unsolicited romance with a witch. We never saw it coming. Someone like that, so high up and successful destroying everything he had for what… love? He claimed she was his mate but no one believed that the woman he was blessed with was a witch. 

As the thoughts ran through my head the shivers ran down my spine. My father raised me to respect the upbringing I had and cherish our beliefs. When I find my mate I will cherish that shewolf with everything I have. In our culture our creator the Moon Goddess grants every werewolf with a mate. Humans often refer to a soulmate which is a similar concept. However, for us it is much deeper. Your mate is someone that you can only feel love for once you meet them. They consume your every thought. You feel shivers and electricity courses through you when they touch you. My father said that when he meant my mother it was like you couldn’t see anyone but her in that moment your eyes met. You know right there, a sense of longing and a pull called the mate bond instantly snaps into place. 

I ascend the stairs inspecting for any evidence whatsoever of what happened. I step around the chandelier and its newfound placement and quickly recognize another scent other than the vampire's stench and the two others below. It's strong and sweet. I step into a bathroom from the hallway and smell it again. It's very faint but there. Noticing nothing out of place i step back out into the marble floored hallway and let my wolf track the scent. He seems to get excited and push forward from the back of my mind. I let him lead my feet towards a open door to a bedroom. The scent becomes stronger as we go. He begins to pace so fiercely in my mind that he gives me a headache. I step in and I can identify the fragrance. It's like fresh Lilacs when they bloom at the start of summer. It's so strong that it envelops my senses and it's all I want to smell for the rest of my life. Us werewolves have an extremely hypersensitive smell. It allows us to identify each other, strangers and of course enemies from afar if a breeze catches it. I can't figure out why this scent is so strong and powerful. 

I look around at my surroundings. This room is pristine and clean, so well organized. I feel uncomfortable just standing in it with my clothes being dirty from the trip. I look to the wall by a window and see family photos. As I get closer I recognize Zane, he is still the Alpha I remember but he looks aged and tired. As a young pup I looked up to him. I was maybe four or five when we meant the first time at a conference for the Alphas. He sat with me and explained that  no matter how much of an Alpha you think you are you don’t let it go to your head. Your packs wellness and safety always come first before your own. I was young but the moment was so profound that it is ingrained in my memory. Even if he did betray his own kind he was once a great Alpha. 

I see a taller female that matches the description of the witch...Katrina. I have only heard the stories and seen pictures sent to me from the council but they warned me. Her coven was once respected by the werewolves. They often helped werewolves with protection spells from enemies or tinctures for those that fell sick in their old age. We age much slower than humans and often live anywhere from eight hundred to a thousand years but typically the rugged lifestyle and disease that human experience catches up to us in our old age. We experience cancer just like they do. That’s why we were grateful for the covens help at one time. It eased the pain and suffering. Rumor has it that Zane only meant Katrina because she was called upon to help Zanes’ mother when she developed Alzheimer's around when she was seven hundred and fifty years old. 

I feel rage build up as I think about the utter betrayal. It destroyed many lives and we lost so many. Every pack suffered the consequences of their choices. I look at the third person in the picture and I am staring directly into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. The blue penetrates into your soul. I look at the rest of her and I feel awestruck. She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. 

I shake my head to wake myself up. This creature is the very thing I was tasked with hunting down. Dead or Alive. Her very existence puts us all at risk. We know nothing about her other than she is around eighteen years old and Zane and Katrina have done a very good job of hiding in plain sight for years. I don’t know why my wolf seems to be so curious about her but he is. There is something about her and her scent in this room that calls to me. 

I turn around to find my Beta, Jameson standing in the doorway leaning against the frame watching me curiously. 

“How long are you going to stare at that picture, X?” He asks with a slightly amused expression on his face. 

“Long enough to have you full me in on what you found,” I retort. My voice is gruff and quick as I try to find my blatant over interest. 

He raises and eyebrow at me to question me but quickly wipes the look away as I give him a warning glare, “we tracked them to the local airport about 30 minutes from here. We were able to access the manifest when the human took his coffee break and it looks like they are heading to Canada… landing in Calgary, Alberta to be exact. The issue is that there were only two scents the whole way, so the girl has to be close somewhere.” 

A snarl ripped through my chest as my wolf pushed forward in outrage. He quickly puts his hands up and moves his head to the side to bear his neck as a sign of submissive so my wolf won’t see it as a threat or challenge. He knows all too well why I am angered. Katrina's’ coven relocated to Canada after the war. If they make it to them and the coven takes them back in we will never see them again. 

“Get your team ready, you're taking the jet and you need to intercept them before they make it to the coven.” He quickly dashes out and I can hear him barking orders to get his group ready quickly. This headache just got a lot bigger and I have a feeling that it’s not going to go away anytime soon. 

I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror at the desk. I note the contrast between myself and the young girl. Her light hair, blue eyes, and soft smiling features and blatantly different then my black hair, brown eyes and rugged features. My tattoos from my full sleeve make the contrast even stronger as her skin looks so smooth and untouched. I glance down and see a letter on the desk from Harvard Law School. My interest peaked so I opened it. I am truly shocked to see an acceptance letter to the Harvard Law School made out to one Charlotte Garcia. 

What a beautiful name I thought, Charlotte. It suits her perfectly. I find myself daydreaming and quickly pull myself together. This witch must have cast a spell or something to slow us down. These thoughts are not normal. They are just as much of an abomination as Charlotte is herself. 

I walk out to see other trackers from our pack all standing by a bookshelf all looking at it staring. 

“Is there a reason your all standing around,” I ask from the top. All four of them look up and then one points at the floor. The marble tile is scratched like a door has scuffed it… yet we are looking at a bookcase. 

“Interesting find, start tearing it apart.” I make the order and they all scramble to get to work. A smile hints across my face. They think we are stupid enough to miss this? Just wait until I find this girl and I take her to the council to be disposed of.