Vengeance of The Alpha White Wolf

Amelia has long white hair, as smooth as silver silk, gently fluttering in the wind. She always has a sad look on her face, and her golden eyes hide endless sorrow and determination. Although her face is young, the corners of her eyes reveal a deep heaviness, as if she carries too much unspeakable pain and loss. Amelia stood on the top floor of the "Dawn Guard" headquarters, looking at the gradually darkening skyline in the distance. The sunset in the sky was as red as blood, and her heart was filled with uncontrollable pain. As the breeze passed, she tightened her coat, as if that could resist the coldness in her heart. Her eyes gradually blurred, and the terrible memories that had been repeated countless times emerged in her mind. The scene of her parents being brutally killed by vampires, the scene of blood splattering seemed to be vivid. The weak appearance of her brother Luther when he entrusted her to Samantha, with painful instructions and endless love. The moment Samantha sacrificed to protect others, the blood dyed the street red, and she was desperate and powerless in the chaos. These memories came like a tide, pulling her into endless darkness. Every scene was as painful as a knife cutting her heart, causing her to wake up countless times in her dreams, and her tears soaked the pillow. She clenched her fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, and the pain reminded her that she must be strong, because she still had to avenge these deceased relatives and friends. Amelia's eyes became firm. Although the pain in her heart could not be healed, she knew that she had to move forward. Every dead soul was calling her, asking her not to stop. On this cold night, she was determined to meet the challenge of fate again, for revenge, for her family, and for those who once loved her deeply. Just as Amelia was immersed in painful memories, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her, the rhythm of high heels. She immediately judged that it was Mills from the Intelligence Department. Sure enough, as soon as the door opened, Mills appeared in front of her. Mills wore red-framed glasses, a fitted black suit, and a small silver badge of the group on his collar. On the badge, a dove hangs a thorny rose, symbolizing the mission and tenacity of the "Dawn Guard". Amelia and Mills are relatively familiar colleagues. When he saw her, Mills immediately complained. "Amelia, you muted your phone again! Boss Lance has been looking for you." Mills said, pushing his glasses, looking a little anxious. Amelia sighed helplessly, took out her phone from her pocket, and saw several missed calls and messages on the screen. She turned and nodded to Mills, apologetically saying, "Thank you for notifying me, Mills. I'll go see Lance right away." Mills waved his hand, with a hint of understanding and concern in his eyes, "Go quickly, don't let him wait anxiously. Also, take care of yourself." Amelia smiled gratefully, and then quickly walked towards the elevator. She knew that some battles must be faced alone, but some warmth also came from those who cared about her. Tonight, she will face new challenges. In the elevator, Amelia and Mills stood face to face, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. In order to ease the situation, Mills suddenly started talking about some recent events. "You know, I saw a handsome guy on the street today, with blond hair and blue eyes, so handsome!" Mills said with a smile, her eyes revealing a hint of happiness and expectation. Amelia smiled slightly, trying not to appear too cold. Mills's frankness and cheerfulness always made her feel a little relaxed. "Oh, really?" Amelia responded, trying to make herself sound interested. "Yes, he was at the door of the coffee shop, I wanted to approach him, but I felt a little shy..." Mills said with a smile, as if she had returned to the exciting moment of seeing the handsome guy. Mills excitedly described the handsome guy's appearance, her eyes flashing with excitement and admiration. "You know, Amelia? He was wearing a black trench coat, leather boots, and a glittering silver cross around his neck. His long blond hair shone like the sun, his deep blue eyes were full of mystery and power, and his aura was simply unapproachable!" Mills's expression was full of obsession and longing for the handsome guy, as if she had completely immersed herself in her fantasy of him. She couldn't help laughing again, as if the scene of seeing him just now appeared in front of her again. "It would be great if I could get his phone number! But maybe I should find out if he's single first. If you see him, please keep an eye out for me, Amelia!" She said jokingly, and gestured with her hands how to chat up this handsome guy. "If you see him, can you help me get his phone number?" She teased, hoping to ease the atmosphere with such a joke. Amelia smiled slightly, feeling Mills' sincerity and friendliness. Although the pain in her heart was difficult to eliminate, she still tried to maintain a delicate balance with her colleagues. The elevator slowly stopped at Lance's office floor. Amelia and Mills stood face to face, and the atmosphere gradually became warm and friendly. "Okay, Amelia, go find Lance. He must be waiting impatiently. Take care!" Mills encouraged, her eyes full of sincerity and support. Amelia nodded slightly and looked at Mills gratefully. She knew that in this world full of dangers and challenges, the support and encouragement of colleagues were particularly precious. "Thank you, Mills. I will." Amelia took a deep breath and turned to walk towards Lance's office. Mills watched Amelia's back, and his admiration and blessings for her were beyond words. She knew that Amelia had enough courage and determination to face any challenge, no matter how tortuous and difficult the road ahead was. As soon as Amelia entered the room, she saw Lance sitting at his desk. As the leader of the supernatural group, he showed a kind of majesty and authority. Lance is a superpower, and his ability to control lightning makes him unique in the group. Although he is 54 years old, he looks like a young man, about 25 years old, which shows the myth of superpowers not aging. He has a black back hair, and his deep black eyes reveal his mature and stable inner self. On the other side of the office, a guest is sitting on the sofa in front of the desk, waiting quietly. Amelia walked into the office and her eyes fell on the guest sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a black windbreaker, leather boots and a shining silver cross, and his blond hair and dark blue eyes shone under the light. This is very consistent with Mills' description, which surprised Amelia a little. She couldn't help but look at his clothes and appearance to confirm that Mills' description was accurate. Amelia stepped into Lance's office and was invited by Lance to sit down as soon as she entered the door. She obediently walked to another empty sofa and sat down gently, while looking at the mysterious stranger in front of her. Lance's voice was deep and authoritative: "Amelia, this is Plato." Amelia looked at Plato sitting on the sofa quietly, her eyes carefully swept over his long golden hair, tied into a ponytail with red cloth, and then moved to his deep blue eyes, revealing a hint of indifference and fatigue. She could feel the experience and pressure in his eyes, which made her have a complicated curiosity about him. At the same time, Plato was also silently observing Amelia. He noticed the firmness and determination emanating from her, as well as the deep sadness and anger hidden in her eyes. Although they had just met, the eye contact between them had conveyed a lot of information without words. At this time, Lance continued to introduce: "Plato is one of our best vampire hunters and was once an outstanding mercenary. He will be your partner and mentor for some time to come, helping you adapt to new roles and challenges." Hearing this, Amelia sat on the sofa, feeling uneasy and confused. She was very reluctant to become a partner with Plato, especially after losing Samantha, her partner, she planned to act alone. Her long white hair shone in the light of the office, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the cold wind. Although she had been in the Supernatural Group for a long time, she had never heard of the name Plato. Her eyes revealed suspicion and distrust of Plato. Amelia knew her identity well. As an Alpha-level white werewolf, she had a clear understanding of her own abilities and status. However, she did not smell the unique pheromone belonging to Alpha from Plato, which made her believe that he was a Beta-level human. With all kinds of doubts in her heart, Amelia was unwilling to become a partner with someone she thought could not match her. Her attitude towards Plato seemed cold and reserved, as if she was trying to protect herself from potential danger. She doubted whether he had enough ability and experience to deal with the various challenges they were about to face, especially when facing those powerful vampire enemies. Amelia sat quietly on the sofa, her brows slightly frowned, and her long white hair looked pale and quiet in the dim light of the room. She stared at Plato in front of her, and a feeling of rejection surged in her heart. "Lance, I don't think Plato is suitable to be my partner." Amelia's voice was steady and calm, revealing her confidence and determination as an Alpha-level white werewolf. She continued: "As one of the strongest Alphas in the entire group, I am used to acting alone. What I need is a partner who can match me, and I don't think Plato meets these conditions." Her words revealed doubts and distrust of Plato's abilities. As a werewolf agent acting alone, Amelia is well aware of her abilities and responsibilities. She would rather face the challenges of the mission alone than work with someone she doesn't trust. Her eyes were full of determination and pride, and her decision was unquestionable. In this room, with an atmosphere of tension and uneasiness, Amelia's every word sounded so firm and clear. When Amelia observed the lack of alpha pheromones in Plato, she immediately realized that he was most likely a beta type. Despite this, she did not take this as a sign that he could not be a great teacher. Instead, she believed that he had valuable experience as a vampire hunter, which made her believe that he had the potential to be an excellent teacher. After all, he was still alive today, and his experience in hunting vampires should be good unless he was lying. Amelia herself knew that there was no end to learning, so she was willing to ask Plato for advice and learn from him. After all, she never turned down any opportunity to improve her knowledge. However, despite her willingness to gain knowledge and experience, Amelia also had her own boundaries and priorities. She decided to keep a certain distance and not act together with Plato. This was not because she had any bad opinions about him, but because she valued independent action and personal space. Amelia knew that in this dangerous and challenging world, it was crucial to maintain clear boundaries and personal freedom. Therefore, she hopes that Plato can understand and respect her decision while continuing to learn from and support each other when needed. In the office of Super Power Group, Lance sat in a tall office chair, looking at the neon-lit city outside the window. His expression seemed a little helpless. Lance turned to face her and said in a thoughtful tone: "Amelia, I know you are worried about your new partner. However, although Plato is a beta, he has his unique potential. You can't underestimate him." Amelia frowned, and she silently pondered the meaning of these words in her heart. She knew that her lonesome had a unique advantage in completing the task, but she also realized that a strong team might bring greater power. Lance continued: "It is understandable that you have chosen to fight alone after losing your partner. However, I think two people have more advantages than one person. If you are in a desperate situation during a battle, a partner can definitely help you out, and it is not a wise move to act alone unless you commit suicide.Let me show you Plato's strength, maybe he can become your new partner." Amelia was silent for a moment, and her heart was struggling. Finally, she nodded and said she was willing to consider it. "Okay, but I need to see his strength. If he can match me, I will accept him as a partner." Lance asked Plato, who was sitting on the sofa, for his opinion. Plato frowned slightly and looked serious. Plato had been silent, sitting there quietly, as if thinking about something. "Lance, do you think there is any meaning in my battle with Amelia?" Plato finally spoke, his voice was unexpected - mature and gentle, with a relaxing charm. If he smiled, he must be an easy-going person. Lance thought for a moment, then answered seriously: "Plato, I know your strength, but Amelia needs to see your ability. This is not only a duel, but also an opportunity to show you. If you can match her, it will be easy to convince Amelia to recognize your ability." Plato was silent for a while, then nodded, expressing his willingness to accept. In the training room of the Superpower Group, Amelia stood in front of Plato, her eyes flashing with curiosity and confusion. She stared at Plato and asked, "Why do you insist on being my partner?" Plato looked at her quietly, his voice soft but firm: "I owe Samantha a favor. She once told me that if she was gone one day, she hope that you wouldn't face the enemy alone, I don't want to let her down so I come here to teach you become more stronger." Amelia's heart moved when she heard this. She knew that Samantha cared for her and trusted her, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten. This deep emotion made her feel extremely moved. In order to repay Samantha's kindness, Plato insisted on being her partner. He believed that if Amelia continued to act alone, facing the threat of pure-blooded vampires, her life might be in danger at any time. Amelia nodded silently, she understood Plato's decision. Deep in her heart, she also felt the profound influence and responsibility left by Samantha. Amelia stood in front of Plato. Although she accepted Plato's willingness to be her partner because of Samantha's request, her doubts still existed in her heart. Her eyes flashed with determination and firmness, but with a hint of worry. She didn't want to lose her partner again, especially one who was identified as a beta. "Plato, I understand why you want to partner with me. But I don't want a beta partner. I'm afraid of losing again." Amelia's voice revealed deep anxiety and worry. Plato looked at her, his eyes full of understanding and determination. He knew that his mission was not only to show his strength, but also to teach Amelia combat skills so that she would no longer face danger alone. "Amelia, I understand your concerns. But I am willing to show you my abilities and help you improve your combat skills. We can face challenges together and support each other." Plato's words contained firmness and confidence. He was not here to replace anyone, but to be her strong backing. Amelia was silent for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement. She knew that she could no longer avoid this partnership. She needed to trust Plato and learn to rely on him. This was not only for Samantha's entrustment, but also for her own safety and mission. The two were ready to start a real showdown, which would not only be a test, but also an opportunity for unity and growth.