Blood moon

Chapter 55. Kidnapping

A fight between two alphas was all he needed. The two werewolves could die one after the other, it would save him the hassle of having to deal with his family, if there were problems with the power structure it would make it easier for him to take over the entire pack, he needed them to show no consideration.

He was bored with Chris J. Anderson and now with the new fight between the brothers over the girl, security was greatly diminished because they desperately needed the attention at the fight centre, so he approached the neighbourhood, he was beginning to smell the girl's scent, he had detected it at the house of the horrible human.

It was too early to tell but her experience told her that she was at a fertile stage, she could smell both werewolves through the walls of the house, both men had desperately wanted to mark her as if she was prey, it was insane what they were doing.

Harley's scent...he was the last to arrive, he was the leader of the corporate group, she recognised the scent of a man full of pride and supremacy, typical of a man who leads the pack, willing to have hundreds of men at his disposal. He was a poor devil, no doubt his younger brother would tear him to shreds.

He felt this new essence, not one of the past, but changed. He thought of the youngest son of the Halland family, this was the youngest, but he had changed, he had become something else, much more powerful, his essence was savage and bloody, surely he had killed recently. When that happened the werewolves changed, they were really different.

Now that's really interesting.

It would be really entertaining if something happened with that girl, because she was the key to winning the war. The women of his pack had already started infiltrating the village, they knew his men, their schedules and habits, they would be easy to start assassinating them, they had a list he had to claim, and the men were at the border crossing, as soon as he had the human he could force them to give in.

The question was how he could get to her. It was past midnight in the village, it wouldn't be easy for her to open up to a stranger, but the lights in her house were on, he could hear her pacing from place to place, so he thought he'd play innocent, make her think he felt bad.

He knocked on the door a couple of times, feeling anxious to see what all the fuss was about. As soon as the door opened he realised what it meant, she was considerably tall, had long wavy hair, there was nothing particular about her, if she was walking down the street he wouldn't even turn twice to look at her, but there was something about her that these kids loved.

—I'm sorry, I'm new in town and I got lost, I'm sorry for the hour and for bothering you, I don't know if you can help me— George Garroway's voice sounded sweet and made his body look less intimidating so that the woman wouldn't suspect him.

Andrea Smith was from New York City. But she wasn't prepared to learn the truth about werewolves, she was so shocked by the situation that she couldn't believe her eyes, she had no idea what she had to do with her life from now on, let alone the man in front of her, the guy looked like a bum. He had no confidence in the situation, something really bad was going on.

The woman had opened the door without putting the chain on because she was still a bit dazed by the recent news. Her two lovers are werewolves, mythological creatures that make many people's skin crawl. It troubled her the things they were capable of, the way they could hunt, the monstrous strength they used to have and how cruel those creatures could be, she didn't understand how she had done those things.

—I'm sorry, I can't help you— she tried to close the doors, but the man put a foot in to get stuck, it was just what any difficult person would do to keep having a conversation, something that worried Andrea Smith terribly, because she was now frightened. He seemed to be a magnet for trouble.

—Sorry, but you don't understand the situation, I need to find the hotel I am staying at or talk to my wife, she is pregnant, I said I would take a walk in the evening and I got lost, she must be too worried, so please help me at least let me use your phone— the man's pleading voice made her feel worried, the idea that there is a pregnant woman somewhere worried about her husband made her feel bad, but she had grown up in a city where everyone lied in order to save their asses.

She opened the door slightly, revealing her face.

—Listen, at least give me your name, I've been through a lot today, I'm going to call go get my mobile phone to help you, but if I'm going to trust you I need you to do the same with me and let me please close the door—George Garroway knew it was a logical idea in his head, but so would it be for him to lock himself in the house and call the police.

He pretended to do so. He removed his foot, waited for her to try to close the door when he used his hand to move the door, overcoming the strength he had to force his way into the house, the woman was a complete i***t. The fear in her eyes, her unbridled screams made her feel aroused. Really excited, she loved what she was feeling.

—SHUT UP YOU DIRTY b***h— He lunged for her throat, making her screams finally stop, he hated that b***h more than he ever did.

So he did what was necessary. He simply knocked her out. Now that she was finally unconscious he realised she could be cute, she had at least descending curves, he could understand why the boys had noticed what she had. When Harold Halland found out that his children's wife was kidnapped he would realise he had to give in and if he didn't, he would make his children listen, if they didn't want to be torn apart, one by one.

—You're an i***t— he picked her up and put her over his shoulder. He would take her to the den he had in the village, he had been working hard to make it all his home, soon it would be.