The Werewolf's Mate (The Force - Book 1)

Chapter 4

Mace and his team walked into Force’s headquarters’ security room. The Force composed of highly skilled Werewolf warriors who served and protected the race. Their main mission to enforce Werewolf law keeping their race hidden from humans. Vampires were the main threat to exposing their race. Their job was to exterminate them like the disease vermin that they were.

“D what do you have?” The Force gathered in the room where Duane was vigorously typing away on his computer.

“This better be good…left behind a hot piece of ass at the club.” Bo adjusted himself, still hard from Emily riding him. Should have banged her when he had the chance. Wouldn’t be the first time he took a girl back to the bathroom or the private VIP room if to have his needs attended too.

“Oh it’s good. Well not good but good.” Duane the tech wiz pulled up pictures on the large screen for everyone to see.

A grumble from the fighters stirred the room. “Holy hell.” Pictures of a slaughtered female in her apartment. “Vampire?” Hunter looked at the pictures, searching for clues to start tracking down the feral vampire who did this. Blood covered everything. The body mutilated like a wild beast had ripped apart the neck and torso.

Any species, human, Werewolf, witch, could turn feral, from a Vampire’s bite. Vampires were diseased and their venom carried a deadly infection.

Enough venom injected from a Vampires bite infected the host, usually turning them feral. Losing all control. Losing any shred of humanity. The only want, the only need was to kill when they are first turned. It was the Force’s job to put down Vampires to keep their existence a hidden among the human race.

Grunting Duane replied, “Could there be any other explanation? Early reports from local law enforcement state there was no forced entry. No animal in the apartment. The door was closed when the cops arrived.”

“D, you and Hunter look into the scene and the body. See if you can find any evidence, clues, that the humans missed. See if you can get the Vampire’s scent. If we have a Vampire loose in the city gaining attention of the humans we need to put him out of his misery before he is discovered. Like yesterday. I don’t need this s**t going to The Royal Court.”

The Royal Court was composed of the highest-ranking Werewolf pack leaders from each region. Their priority was to preserve the Werewolf species. They were Mace’s royal pain in the ass when they felt the need to intervene.

Mace had been approached to take a position in the Royal Court, but he declined. He did not want to be caught up in politics and bullshit that went nowhere and meant nothing. He was where he was needed. Doing the real work. His King tried to persuade him to lead the royal guard for the Moon Crest Pack. Not many Werewolves said no to him. Needless say the King didn’t take his answer easily. Looking at the screen, an innocent life lost, even if it was a human, this is why he did what he did.

D ran his hand down his face. He hated being the barrier of bad news, but that was part of his job. Keep his Alpha informed. “Mace there’s something else. I got an alert the Colony Prison was broken into.”

Everyone in the room stopped talking and turned their attention to D. “What do you mean broken into? Which one got loose?” His tone was grim. This wasn’t good news at all.

The Colony Prison kept the feral Vampires and a few feral Werewolves locked up. Mostly for testing trying to find a cure to the disease Vampires carried. It was a matter of time before something like this happened. That’s why Mace preferred to exterminate Vampires. When an order came in to take one alive was an order he despised. Sometimes situations were out of his control and the target ended up dead, or nearly dead and died shortly after delivering the package to the Colony. Hazards of his job. Things sometimes get messy.

The most important law among the race - no exposure to humans. There were a few exceptions to the law, but for the most part his team’s job was to keep the race hidden from the humans. Vampires and feral Werewolves were a constant threat to exposing their existence. Witches kept to themselves. The Force was established, Mace as their leader, with one sole mission - kill the diseased. Overtime, they back their own pack with Mace as their Alpha.

In Mace’s opinion they should all be exterminated. But some high-powered politics, AKA The Royal Court, believed in finding a cure to reverse the disease, to save them. For over a thousand years they have experimented and tried to find a cure with no success. Even with modern day technology they were no closer than they were centuries ago.

“It wasn’t just one.” s**t. “I’m working with our contacts over at the Colony getting the details and an accurate count. It was a blood bath. A lot of lives lost during the escape.”

Pinching the end of his nose, Mace’s day just went from bad to worse. Not only did he need to worry about finding the Vampire who was on the loose gaining attention, but now he had century old Vampires on the loose. A matter of time before they became his problem. Old, feral Vampires who had experience living with their disease. Who knows what was done to them over the years. One thing he knew, these Vampires would be out for revenge.