The Alphas Assassin (Book 1)

The Request.

She paced in the small, barely furnished room she was staying at in a remote tavern. The loud voices of the regular drinkers far below, drifting up through the floor. How they could drink so long she has no idea, it was nearly 3am! Valkyrie was never much of a drinker.

The letter she was given, was burning a hole in the pocket of her tunic. Why was she so hesitant to take it out? She was the most feared assassin known! Screw this. Ripping the letter out her pocket, she carefully pealed the seal off. She recognised that seal. Where had she seen it before? It was black in colour with a wolfs head in the centre of it, silver dusted over it.

Opening the letter she read out loud,

“Valkyrie of the Assassins Guild,

I hope this letter reaches you well and my contact doesn’t disappoint me.

I am Alpha Phillip of the Shadow Pack. The were pack. I believe you know where it is already, but if not, the map is attached at the back.

I was hoping to invite you to our next pack meeting we are holding, 3rd of June. I wish to discuss some things with you, in which I believe we could greatly help each other.

If you are attending, please send a reply as soon as possible so we know to expect you. If not, I suppose we will know of your absence.

Thanking you kindly,

Alpha Phillip Shadows of the Shadow Pack”.

Valkyrie stopped pacing when she finished the letter. Grinding her teeth, she re-read it again. “Valkyrie of the Assassins Guild”. They didn’t know she’d left the guild. That would have to change. Her thoughts drifted back to the dark concrete floor where she slept, the sounds of whips cracking. She closed her eyes and shoved the memories deep deep down, not to be thought of again. Valkyrie sat on her bed and continued observing the letter.

“My contact doesn’t disappoint me”. Was this Alphas contact Matthew? If so, how had Matthew ended up meddling with Werewolf Alphas? She’d have to ask him later.

“I believe we could greatly help each other”. Valkyrie barked out a short laugh. “I doubt it” she said to herself. She was intrigued though, what did he have to offer? And what was he expecting of a human assassin? She knew enough about werewolves. She knew they are humans but can shift into a wolf. Their sight, strength and speed better than a bog-standard human. She’s fought a few in the past, protecting a village of the poor. They were strong but sloppy fighters. She took them down within a heartbeat. She smirked to herself, one wrong move at this meeting and this pack would be needing a new Alpha.

Writing her reply in the red ink she always used, short and to the point, “I’ll be there. Valkyrie”. The meeting was tomorrow. Matthew probably figured if he gave it late, she wouldn’t be able to get someone to deliver it in time. She would just deliver it herself, of course. There wouldn’t be much point of the letter if she was there herself but, she thought it be humouring anyways. Scanning the map on the back of the letter, imprinting every detail into her mind, she set fire to the letter and map and headed to her bed. She would be up at first light and be on her way to the Shadow Pack, hoping to get there for lunch.

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Waking up and checking her clock which hung above the door of the dusty room of the tavern, Valkyrie groaned rolling out of the blankets given. What a s**t bed. She wouldn’t miss it. She’d been here the 3 weeks whilst observing Jacobson.

After showering, Valkyrie looked at herself in the dirty mirror of the small en-suite bathroom. She didn’t do this often, she hated vanity. She had slightly naturally tanned skin, a strong toned body, strong thighs and round ass. She knows she gets attention from men whenever she wears ‘normal’ clothes when they see her, but they don’t see the scars below the fabric. She didn’t care for their attention. No one would love her if they knew what she was. The scars covering her body from years of fighting, training and him. She turned around and glanced at the large ugly scars across her back which stretched up from the bottom of her back and over onto her collar bones. Whip marks. She turned away again, she couldn’t look. Turning back around, she looked at the tattoos on her arms and sides of her curves. Intricate tattoos of a snake and dagger slithered around her shoulders, down onto her arms, then onto her the top of her hands and stopping on her middle fingers. Black and grey pattern which could be described as shadow and death and lace. Her tanned skin poking through the lace design. The guild tattoos. An emblem she will never be able to rid herself of. Valkyrie then turned and lifted her arms up. On one sides of her tone body, starting at her ribs under her armpit and ending at the top of her thigh, covering the whole side of her toned ass cheek was a roaring dragon, black and red and surrounded by shadows. It’s wings tucked in against itself as if mid flight. It’s big scaly head resting on her left thigh. On the opposite side, the same size and placement, was a huge jet black wolf. In the position as if it was leaping through the air towards the ground and baring it’s sharp teeth. Its bright white orbs the sight of death itself. She got that because it matched exactly as her mother’s. She doesn’t know what it means or why her mother Lillian got it, but it was a memory she couldn’t let go. It was the last memory she had of her mother. Although, the wolf in her mother’s tattoo had bright yellow eyes. Valkyrie doesn’t know why she got completely white eyes. Call it a gut instinct.

Leaving the bathroom, Valkyrie dressed, wearing her favourite gold and red armoured bodice which had long black sleeves attached, with armoured with gold and red scales, replicating large dragon scales on the forearms. She wore thick, black, skin tight leggings. Valkyrie draped her matching thick black cloak that was decorated with deep red on the inside, flowing up to the hood, with gold threading over her shoulders, clasping under her chin across her chest in a gold dragon head. Fitting a matching deep red mask to the lower half of her face, hiding her mouth and nose from onlookers, so they could only see the amber eyes of the Assassin. Her long chestnut brown wavy hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders as she slid and laced up her brown shin high boots. Before leaving, Valkyrie attached her belt, armed with 3 daggers on either side of her hips and a dagger strapped to each thigh. Daggers were her preferred weapons choice. She was well established with other weapons such as guns, poison, swords and well just about anything. However, something just couldn’t beat the feel of the dagger.

Pulling a battered black duffel bag out from under the bed, she looked at the clothes she’d got for the mission.

“f**k” Valkyrie Breathed. She didn’t know how long she would be at the wolf pack. Would she remain for a few days? A few minutes? Or god above, months? She only had 3 outfits. The black tunic outfit she wore on the day of the mission, the red and gold armoured outfit she now wore and a casual outfit of black jeans and white shirt, with some black boots. She’d need to go shopping in the wolf pack, if it even had shops. f**k!! She hated shopping.

Valkyrie stuffed the items she had, including the black bag of money she always carried and her numerous bank cards she got all her mission money put into by her clients. Extra weapons were stuffed into the bag and zipped up. She needs to let her client know the task was taken care of. Even if it wasn’t by her. That annoyed her some, she never failed a mission. She wouldn’t tell him though. No.

Quickly setting the bag down, she wrote a quick letter in red ink and sealed it up. She never used a phone. It was too easy to track. She was old school like that. Hence with the cash, if she ever needed to just simply disappear, she was always prepared.

Grabbing her bag and taking some cash out for the tavern owner, she placed the cash in an envelope with the owners name on it on the made up bed and left via her bedroom window, scaling down the stone wall and into the growing light. She’d get a lift there and walk the rest on foot.