Hidden Lake’s secret

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven.

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“Argh!” I growled angrily. I pace back and forth in my ‘office’. -“I knew they weren't strong enough. I told you that we needed to wait.” My wolf snarls. “We COULDN’T wait!” I scream aloud and pick up a plate from last night dinner off my desk. I hurl it across the room at the wall and it shatters just as second in command walks in.

“Don’t you ever knock, you worthless piece of trash?” I snap at him. He shrugs his shoulders completely unfazed by my outburst.

“I’ve already fixed that door three times this month. If I knock on it, I’m afraid it might fall off the hinges. Maybe if someone wasn't always raging all the time, I wouldn't have to spend so much time fixing things…” He looks around at the wrecked room and then down at the shards of porcelain scattered around. When his eyes come back to meet mine there is no fear in his eyes. My office is really just a spare bedroom in a foreclosed house we found. It’s part of a small community of other bank owned and condemned houses. I don't even know if the anyone realizes or cares that we’ve taken up home in this little abandoned town. Theres no working utilities, and living this way disgusts me, but it’s a roof over our heads for now. Soon enough I’ll be able to get out of this Hell hole. “Anyway, if you're ready to calm down enough to carry a civilized conversation, some of our scouts have more information.” He says before he shakes his head at the plate again and walks back out the door.

There isn't a single other person on this planet, that I would tolerate such disrespect from. He’s different though. He’s the only one I can count on. He is in this as deep as I am. My mother abandoned me, replaced me. She is also the reason that my only friend’s mate is dead. She was pregnant with his first child. He lost the two people who mattered most to him together. He doesn't give a damn what happens to him anymore and I know he's just as pissed about this as I am. I don't know how he can control his temper the way he does.

I take a few deep breathes and try to calm the rage thats surging through my veins. “I need you to calm down” I think to my wolf. “I can’t go down there until I know I wont tear everything and everyone apart.”

He is silent, but I can still feel his anger. “I know we should've waited, but if we had, she might have been marked already. They’ll be even stronger together, and I cannot allow that to happen.” I push my thoughts at him, and can feel him trying to control himself. He knows I’m right. If they become a marked pair, they’ll be stronger and more difficult to take down. I’ll take her down, first. Her death will weaken him and then I’ll kill him, too. I’ll take what was always rightfully mine. Then I take down my b***h of a mother.

When my wolf and I finally got our fury under control, I strolled downstairs, allowing some of the malice I was feeling minutes ago to seep off me in an intimidating aura. These rogues have no idea who they're dealing with. “I was told that someone had information for me and it had better make up for the complete and utter failure that occurred today.” I snarled.

My second just rolls his eyes, but the two scouts he brought in are clearly terrified. I can smell the fear in the air and my wolf is relishing in it. I glare impatiently. “Anyone? No one? So I just kill you both right here for wasting my time?” I roar in their faces.

I’m pretty sure one of them peed themselves. The one who didn't smell like urine opens his mouth. “Th…the two girls went alone in…into Blue River territory. The wolves we sent to take out capture the Luna fai…failed, and they haven't returned. The girls showed up, and are much stronger than we anticipated.” He keeps his eyes on the ground.

Neither of these sad excuses for werewolves have even tried to make eye contact. “Weak and pathetic.” My wolf spats in the back of my mind. I agree subconsciously, but I’m not keeping them alive because of their combat abilities. They are best reckon wolves I’ve had to date. They’re small, for wolves, so they blend in easily anywhere they go. I wont kill them yet. They could still prove to be useful. I wave them away, dismissing them without another word. They don't know any details about why I want information or why we’re attacking those particular packs. They only need to do as they're told, like every other pawn.

I’m only half Alpha, but luckily the woman who raised me, taught me a little magic. I had to endure countless tests, and experiments to satisfy her demented fascination with the dark arts, and I still hate her for it. Now, though, I’m silently thanking her. She had no idea what kind of upper hand she was giving me back then.

I know that my b***h of a birth mother doesn't know she has witch’s blood in her. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been found by Angela. She discovered it dormant in me, and exploited it. She strengthened my magic by forcing me through the worst pain I’ve ever endured. She forced the magic in me to grow. But black magic is never free. She had to transfer some of her life force to me each time. She always said it was worth it to be able to continue her sick ‘research’, she called it.

I was never able to determine what exactly she was researching. But throughout the years, I became used to the pain, and could carry on conversation through the dull discomfort. She really liked to talk. I manipulated her easily, and I learned a lot about where I came from and who I was. Then one day I suddenly felt stronger. I was 16 when I got my wolf. Two years sooner than normal wolves and practically unheard of. Angela said it was because of the magic. When we started the experiments that day, and she started to transmit a small amount of her life force to me, and I could feel it, or maybe it was really my wolf that could feel it. I tried to focus the feeling of it, and discovered that I could mentally tug on it like a thread of string. She realized what was happening and tried to stop us. But she was far to weak at that point. She had all but wasted away by the time I had finished consuming her energy. I didn't stop until there her eyes were lifeless.

My reminiscing of my past is interrupted by my second clearing his throat. “So, what’s the plan now? We following the girls, or going after the Luna?” He asks. He may have a long leash, but he knows he’s no match for me, and when it comes down to it, I am still the Alpha.

“For now we just watch. Send the scouts back out and split them up.” I command. “Call back whatever wolves haven't been killed already.” I leave him there as he pulls out his phone and starts making some phone calls. We’re not a real pack, so no-one can communicate through mind link. Technically I’m not an official Alpha, but not a damn person is going to cross me.

No-one here would ever question my status. I’ve made many examples out of the pitiful rogues who thought they could take me.

-“What are you going to do if one of them figures it out before we can end them?” My wolf mumbles angrily. “Well then we’ll deal with it if it happens.” When Angela was looking into my heritage with a couple of pretty powerful spells, she saw a glimpse of my future. To be specific, she saw my death. I will not allow myself to die. I will change the future she saw, and that’s only possible if I complete my mission.

-”IF, is right.” My wolf snarls out sarcastically. He’s always interrupting my thoughts and it’s starting to tick me off. “You’re off to a great start. How are you going to mess it up next? You had those weak wolves try to capture a Luna. Only a moron would would have come up with such a pathetic plan.” He continued.

I growl out loud at his last comment and shove him to the back of my mind, putting up a block to shut him up. He pisses me off. We’ll get it done. I wont lose this opportunity.