Vengeance

CHAPTER TWO

"If you so much as hurt a strand of their hair-"

The words died in my throat as he brought out a cellphone from his coat and showed me a

video on the screen.

My wife and son were snuggled tight in a dimly lit room shivering due to fright. The sight before

my eyes broke my heart, everything I worked so hard for was on the verge of crumbling before

my eyes and I was helpless to do anything about it.

"You have seventy-two hours to do what we want or you lose your family. So I advise you to

take a trip down memory lane and remember the very day you destroyed my family because the

lives of your wife and son depend on it." His voice was surprisingly calm despite it being filled

with anger as he spoke. His movements were so sudden, I didn't expect them. I felt his large

hands as they gripped me and pulled me towards his large body and before I could brace

myself for what was coming, he slammed my head into the mirror as I sunk into oblivion.

***

Lying down on the raw concrete, I could feel the walls closing in around me. I felt the vicious

pounding of my heart banging repeatedly against my ribcage. I shut my eyes tightly. I could still

hear myself yelling my wife and son’s names over the cacophony of a billion shards of glass as

my head slammed into the mirror.

My wolf was fighting to let loose but I had to maintain maximum control. I didn’t know where I

was or how strong I would be to take on several wolves all at once, judging from the scent

emanating from the half-burnt man, he was a powerful wolf and a high-ranking one at that, I

didn’t know how many of his type were in on this, so I had to act smart in order keep my family

alive.

I couldn't bring myself to bask in the pain I felt. I had less than seventy-two hours to do what

these men wanted or my family would be dead.

As a lone wolf, I was sort of a pariah in the wolf quarter. Given the fact that I abandoned the

pack of my own volition, I had nobody who I could fully trust with my life or that of my family.

Instinctively, I touched where a shard of glass had cut me. The wound had already healed. I had

to give it to them, they had thought everything through before they made their first attack. I was

like a recruit thrust into the heat of a raging war, I needed to find a safe place before I was blown

to bits out here in the open.

I groaned as I struggled to sit up, I had no idea how I got here but I didn't care about that right

now. I had more important things to worry about, I needed to be up on my feet, thinking. I

needed my brain working overtime, everything I held dear depended on it.

My fear had toned down a little; slipping away from me like a nightmare slips away from a

haunted man, who wakes eyes-wide, gulping with goosebumps covering every inch of his cold

skin, who takes deep breaths trying to recollect the terrors, making sure it was all a dream and

slowly, he begins to forget it ever happened. Half of it is gone as soon as his wobbly feet hit the

cold tiles in his bedroom, a quarter of it by the time he emerges from the shower; and all of it by

the time his weary head hits his plush pillow.

I rubbed my eyes fervently and my whole body was on high alert as the door was thrown open

and a man walked into the room, holding a new suit. I immediately recognized the scent. It was

the same man that ambushed me at the restroom in Sam's kitchen.

The clock on the wall chimed and I glanced up, it read quarter past nine. I did a mental

calculation in my head, I had been out cold for nearly twelve hours. My head felt like it would

explode any minute, I needed something for the throbbing dull ache.

"You need to change your clothes, Logan. You can't go out there looking like s**t, cleanliness is

a watchword around here." He said.

There was something personal about his voice, I could have sworn that I'd heard it somewhere

but the details were a little bit vague in my head. I needed to bring myself to remember if I

planned on getting myself out of this mess before things escalated into bigger proportions.

"I'm fine with what I have on. All I want is to see my family and confirm their safety before I do

anything else." I rasped.

"You will see them. But, you need to see my boss first. He'll give you instructions to carry out. I

need you to understand something before we proceed with anything else, despite your status as

the legitimate Alpha of the Zorander pack, you will be regarded and treated with disdain as the

pariah which you now are. Is this clear?” He snarled, flexing his muscles.

I looked at him unfazed at his show of braggadocio, I’ve dealt with men more vicious than he

was and here I was. His attempt to instill fear in me was never going to work. I might be a lone

wolf but my roots were firmly rooted in one of the most powerful wolf houses in the country.

“If you fail, your family will suffer. If you don't cooperate, your beautiful wife will serve our men,

you know what I mean right...?"

He trailed off deliberately, taunting me with his words.

I let out a low growl and stretched out my left hand as my fist connected with his jaw sending

him tumbling backward, I drew back my fist and landed another blow into his solar plexus

making him double over in pain. I lunged for him and at the same time he held up his hands to

shield himself from more blows. My right hand slipped into the man's jacket, lifting his wallet. It

was clean and fast, the man was oblivious to what had just happened.

I hadn't lost much speed after all. I was still as good as I had been two decades ago.

The man didn't notice anything, he was busy trying to fend off my attacks.

"Wait wait. Take a look before you do anything stupid, Logan." He mustered with great difficulty.

I stopped, relaxing my stance and loosening my grip around his neck.

The man held a small device in his hand. I knew a detonator when I saw one and that could only

mean one thing.

"You wouldn't be so stupid as to plant a bomb here." I taunted him, trying to call his bluff.

The man wiped his bloodied nose on his sleeve as his laughter resounded around the room.

"Don't be silly, Logan. The bomb isn't here."

"Then where is it?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Your wife and son are both wearing an explosive device.” He paused and took a deep breath,

letting his words sink before he continued.

“One little push on this red button would bring severe consequences, so think about your next

line of action very carefully or I would be forced to hurt you."