CHAPTER 4
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The warehouse was too quiet.
Cindy paced slowly, her wrists were bruised from the handcuffs.
Mark sat beside her, tensed and watching the guards change shifts.
Then Liana and Karl stepped in with smug faces and no weapons and behind them were members of another rival resistance who was led by a mud blood called William.
“What’s going on?”
Mark asked, rising.
Karl didn’t answer. He simply nodded to William who spoke.
“We’ve made a deal. They've traded your live for access to the Agency’s command routes.”
Cindy’s eyes narrowed. “You’re trading us now?”
Karl shrugged.
“You’re too dangerous. The prophecy said Mark would unite all hybrid wolves. If we can't kill you, then we can make some cash out of you.”
Liana looked away, guilt flashing in her eyes.
The deal was quickly sealed while Mark and Cindy were whisked away and shoved into a nearby van, hands still under locks.
But when the rival resistance drove them miles away, something strange happened.
The leader turned to Mark and Cindy unlocking their cuffs.
“We know who you are,” he told Mark.
“You’re meant to unite the bloodlines. We’re not your enemy, the Agency is; but you're now free to go.”
Surprised, Cindy turned to him.
"Why do you rescue us? What do you hope to gain in this?"
"We believe the prophecy. Mark will rise and subdue the agency thereby bringing an end to the bloodshed between mud blood and pure blood. We were never the enemy, the agency was."
Mark took Cindy by the hands and pulled her. “We have to move now.”
But Mark wasn’t done.
They returned to the warehouse, fast and quiet and in the covers of the shadows, Mark found Karl first.
Cindy gave the signal and in one swift swing, struck an iron bar against Karl's skull.
Liana screamed when she saw the body and blood. “He was trying to protect us!”
“No,” Mark said coldly.
“He was protecting himself.” Liana collapsed beside Karl’s body, sobbing.
Cindy placed a hand on Mark’s arm. “This is only the beginning.” The prophecy was real.
Bloodlines would unite, but first, there would be more betrayal and disloyalty; and he would be the one to bring it all together.
Back in an abandoned safe house outside New York, Cindy scanned the contents of the beeping monitor tracker.
Her eyes narrowed as names and pictures popped up.
“These names… these are Agency double agents. Both Pure bloods and mud bloods. The agency is fueling this resistance."
Mark clenched his fists. “No wonder the war never ends, the Agency’s been playing both sides.”
Cindy looked at him.
“This is bigger than just surviving. If we expose this, the clans will listen to you.
You’ll have proof. The prophecy won’t just be a myth anymore.”
Suddenly, a military SUV skidded to a stop before armed soldiers surrounded the building and the sound of running boots filled the air.
Their location has been bursted and there was no escape.
Mark and Cindy stepped out slowly, hands raised in surrender.
From behind the circle of soldiers, kingpin stepped forward; and following closely behind him was Liana.
She had no shame nor regret in her eyes.
“Surprised?” Kingpin’s voice rang out.
“The prophecy’s spreading like fire, And I can't afford to lose the agency to in my lifetime.”
Liana stepped forward.
“You killed my lover,” she said quietly. “Now you’ll pay.”
His sister had gone rogue no doubt and that was bad. With vengeance and hate in her heart, she will stop at nothing to subdue Mark.
Cindy stared at her. “Your lover chose betrayal. We had to do what needed to be done”
“You've chosen your path, and now I choose mine.” she snapped.
Kingpin raised his hand. The soldiers lifted their rifles but Cindy stepped in front of Mark.
“It’s me you want. I gave him orders. I made him who he is.”
Liana smirked.
“How noble, but I want both of you gone, permanently. I'll get my revenge.”
Kingpin intercepted. "No, I want only Mark dead. Cindy leave while you can."
"No!"
The guns clicked and bullets got Cindy on the stomach.
Mark screamed wildly as the limb body of Cindy slouched into his arms.
Just then the sky lit up and drones roared overhead followed by a blast which hit the ground beside the soldiers.
From the smoke, a group of masked werewolves charged, mud bloods and pure bloods united under one crest.
They came roaring in, fighting off kingpin and Liana.
Cindy quivered in his arms and blood gurgled through her mouth as she gasped in her dying breath.
The leader of the werewolves who just saved him, a tall well trimmed man on a sweater coat, came up to him to examine the dying lady in his arms.
"She will not make it.
It's silver, very lethal. But there is a healer five miles from here, across the old cathedral.
If you hurry, she might stand a chance." The leader advised. "By the way, my name is Sparrows."
With this he laid her in the back of the truck, entered the driver's seat and slammed down on the accelerator, tires screeched as he sped towards the abandoned cathedral.
The world outside blurred and dusty landscapes zoomed past him.
Smoke from burning streets curled into the sky like a warning.
New York city was collapsing behind him, but he kept going.
He couldn’t lose her.
He remembered when he first met her, cold, deadly, beautiful.
She had told him what to do, and he had followed.
Not out of fear, but because there was something about her voice, her strength, her sadness behind the power. And somewhere in between; they had fallen in love.
He screeched to a halt at the abandoned cathedral and lifted her into the church.
A woman sat on a bench, surrounded by flickering candles.
"I knew you would come."
Without turning around, she added. “Lay her down."
Mark placed Cindy on the floor before her, kneeling beside her. The healer knelt beside him.
“She has little time."
“What do you need?”
The woman placed both hands over Cindy’s wound.
Her lips mumbled inaudible words, just then the candles flickered more violently and a wind rolled through the church.
Cindy twitched.
Mark watched as the woman's hands glowed faintly and spread through her palms.
Cindy’s face eased and her breathing was now coordinated and normal.
“She will live,” the woman said after long minutes.
“But the fear she has a soul tie somewhere. To free her save her, you must find whom she had a soul tie with and eliminate him, else her soul would slip away into nothingness bullet was laced with shadow.”
A soul tie with a werewolf was a ceremony between two pure blood werewolf done under the full moon.
This was usually done to preserve the pure bloodline and should one werewolf seek to break free, the other partner will have to be eliminated permanently.
As Mark made to move, Cindy weakly grasp his hand and whispered weakly.
"Michael, his name is Michael...kill him!"
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