The Girl from the Prophecy, ( Version One/Draft One)

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Max... 

       Max awoke with his face on his workstation with the afternoon sun blaring in through the club windows. Max covered his eyes to protect them from the blinding light. Standing from his seat Max walked over to the window to pull down the shades. Stretching, Max instantly regretted his decision. He's late-night nape hunched over the table had left him in more pain then he thought it would.

      Max searched his workstation for his phone and made his way to the back on the building where a set of stairs lead to the second and third-floor levels. The condo was located on the third floor. At the top of the landing, there was a small entranceway and a door that led into the entrance of the condo. Bring the key to the door he entered the near finished condo. It had an open concept living/dining/kitchen area. A walkout balcony that cost him a fortune to build. The balcony permits had taken months to acquire from the city and took a few more months to build by creating a new exterior wall and testing down the old one. 

          Walking through the entrance Max walked down a hallway that split like an L. One hallway led you to the main living space and the other led you to two bedrooms both with master suites. One was his and the other one was for Trevor. Passing by a modest spare bedroom which attracted to the guest bathroom, Max made a mental note to call the city to see if the water had been hooked up, that way he could enjoy himself a shower after coffee and breakfast before getting back to work. 

       Just as Max was pouring himself some coffee his phone started to ring. Checking the caller I'd he knew it was his beta. He just hoped it was good news and not bad news. 

       "Hey, Trevor!" Max spoke before taking a sip of his dark roasted coffee. "How are things going in L.A?" Trevor asked before he began leaning against the kitchen cabinets. 

      "Hey Alpha!" Trevor responded "Things are good, we had an incident here this morning at the crack of dawn. Rogues tried to hit the pack lands. We killed a bunch of them and managed to capture a few. Dimitri sent out scouts to see if they can track their scents in hope of finding out where they came from. We had three casualties on our end, none of our guys the rest were injuries" Trevor paused after he gave Max the 4-11. 

      "And you're just calling me know to let me know?" Max was getting pissed and his wolf wanted out. It they were attacked this morning why was Trevor on!y calling him now in the middle of the afternoon?

      "Before you get mad Alpha, I called once the attack was dealt with and damages had been assessed and the rogues we captured and secured. I left you multiple messages regarding the situation but you didn't answer your phone or call me back" Trevor spoke with mild hesitation. 

       Max stopped and looked down at his phone to check the notifications. Five missed calls and three new messages. "Sorry, Trevor!" Max started feeling a bit guilty for his quick response to his current situation. "I was late working on designs and fell asleep with my head on the workstation. " My bad! Are the routes talking yet!?" Max asked curious to see what their game plan was. 

     "No and yes!" Trevor paused "Two of the three are refusing to talk but the third rouge was badly injured and is talking a little but not enough. He keeps mentioning the Blood Moon King legend. That they must destroy the Five Blood Moon packs before the royal girl from court rises into power or else everything that their Blood Moon Prince has done will be for nothing. Other than that he isn't talking. He just keeps repeating it over and over again." Trevor paused and Max could here Dimitri on the other end ordering Trevor to give him the phone. 

        "Hey, Max! It's Dimitri! I guess you know as much as we know now." Dimitri paused "I sent word to the four packs and have you third a rundown of the situation. He just started talking. My scouts sent word that the tracked the routes down to the water but the trail ends there. They think they might have escaped via boat as there were signs on the water's edge that a boat was shored for a bit, but the boat it out of sight. We can't get anything else out of the rouge. He just keeps mentioning the legends of our ancestors. Do you have any ideas about what it could mean?" Dimitri asked. 

       "Haven't the slightest" Max paused to the sound of a pounding knock on the door? "I think my third just arrived." Max opened the door and low and behold there stood a winded and terrified looking, Evan. "Call out neighboring allies and ask if any of them can make sense of the rouges gibberish, and to see if they can send over extra fighters to help secure lands. I will also be calling foreign friends to see if they have any idea about this is it a prophecy, legend. Also, I think you should get the word out to all pack members and families here and abroad as a precaution. The way you say he's repeating sounds like he's been brainwashed. I doubt you're going to get anything else out of him." Max paused while he looked down at his Third making notes in his pad. 

        This was one of the reasons he had chosen Evan to be his third. He was quick and always on the ball, he didn't have to be told to take notes he just did. 

      "Yes Max, sounds good. Quick question before I let you go. Do you know a woman by the name of Magie May, last we heard she had moved to London? She's one of the best empathetic, seers I have known. We tried to reach her and the major players who can contact her but she's off the grid. I think she would be an asset in doing a head dive on these guys to figure out what the hell is head or way" Dimitri spoke. 

       "No, but I'll talk to Grandma Sager she might know" Max paused "Hey keep me posted and I'll let you know when I can dig something up" 

        "Okay, happy hunting" Dimitri chimed making Max smirk. 

        "You too" Max replied before clicking the phone off. 

       Max returned to the kitchen with his third right behind him. Max grabbed his coffee and took a sip, attempting to decongest from recent news. "Are you in the mood for a cup of coffee before we dig into this s**t storm?" Max asked his third in command. 

     "Sounds good, I have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better" Evan replied. 

       Max and Evan sat on the balcony in silence while they sipped their coffee. What kind of storm was heading their way and why now? It can't be a coincidence that this happens near his father's recent death overseas. Can his death be connected to their current situation?  Max thought to himself well he looked out over the water view that gave him a direct view of Manhattan Island.