CH 3: WALKING IN CIRCLES.
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It's morning.
The chill of the night is gone and now replaced by the tender warmth of a new day.
Maybe it is because I have never been able to shift or maybe it is because of the horrible scenes I have witnessed under the moonlight but I am probably the only wolf in the world who prefers the warmth of the sun to the chill of the moon.
Looking outside through a window on the third floor of the pack's hospital I relieve my built up stress as I observe the scenery of the pack's main residence.
A wide park with its major attraction being its water fountain and nature's greens, an ancient looking library with front pillars in the distance, random buildings and homes scattered in the mix, a three storey building for learning 'martial arts' which is just a cover front for training young wolves and finally.. a massive building that's looks more like a palace at the far distance.
This is my pack's primary ground and also where I call home. My father was the last generation's beta though like most other beta, he died in battle before his Alpha.
Buried in grief, my mom shifted and let her wolf take control on a deep level. She ran into the woods and got killed in her wolf form just two days after my father's death.
I still remember how cold life felt when my sister and I had to do two funerals in a single week. In a blink of an eye, we got thrust into a world without the protection of our parents. We were pups without guardians but luckily for us, the alpha took us in.
The Alpha being pack leaders couldn't fully raise us like we were his pups though he never let us feel out of place. He protected us, fed us and gave us the best of everything. I call him Uncle cause I cannot call him father though deep in my heart he is much closer that that.
Still looking outside the window, my ears twitch slightly as I look back. The VIP pack's hospital room in I'm in looks just like a normal human hospital room with the only difference being the colours.
The walls are painted midnight blue and everything else is of that cold shade or lighter.
"I know you're awake.", I say calmly to my sister who still has her eyes closed while lying on the hospital bed.
Getting no response, I slowly walk to the side of my sister's bed.
"Your squad..", I speak slowly and my sister's eyes slowly opens as her black pupils focus on the ceiling without emotions on her face.
"..I cannot do much right now but their families would be compensated in however way that can to reduce their grief.", I speak slowly and my sister finally turns her head to me before slowly raising her hands only for metal shackles to ring out.
Rita's four limbs and even her neck have been chained heavily to the hospital bed.
"I would not allow you die on a revenge mission.", I explain calmly to Rita whose pupils narrows as her face twitches softly.
"I refuse to live without bathing my claws in the blood of whoever is responsible for their deaths.", Rita says calmly though the determination in her voice chills my heart solid.
I know Rita.
Unless I get to her squad's killer first, nothing would stop her from throwing herself into a revenge mission even if it means certain death.
Bending down, I look my sister in the eye as I take her left hand into both of mine.
"I would get the killer to you.. I promise.", I gently reassure Rita who seems completely indifferent to my words.
"We would get the killer first.", Rogue (Rita's wolf) speaks up and I know there is not much I can do with convincing Rita or her wolf in their current state.
Taking in a breath, I softly pat against my younger sister's hands and then I exit the ward. Even with my influence as the pack's inter Alpha(Genora's) right hand, I can only have a squad leader like Rita chained up for a week at most so I have to produce results by then.. For now, I have an official call to attend to.
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Walking through the calm streets of town, my mind is filled with noisy thoughts on my sister and the upcoming pack meeting. I take a deep breath as I consider probability after probability with most of them leading to horrible events. I have always been good at dealing with stress but today's stress levels has my mind spinning.
Feeling mentally drained, I step into a coffee shop hoping to grab a cup of barely diluted caffeine but then a very upsetting smell assaults my senses as my brows furrow.
'Vampire?.', I internally question myself while looking around with hopes of tracking down the blood sucker if still present.
'What is a blood sucker doing in this town?.', My wolf asks in my head with her tone mirroring my own confusion. Although this town is the main grounds of my pack, only about one out of every fifty people in the population are shifters(Wolves) and only this minute population know about the existence of the pack.
The rest of the population are mundane humans with normal senses and unawareness to the supernatural though this fact is not a reason for a vampire to have the audacity come in here.
Firstly, as far as my pack is concerned calling our relationship with the bloodsuckers unfriendly is a gross underestimation of our raw hatred towards one another.
My pack's shifters and the bloodsuckers of the city have clashed, killed and bled one another so many times in the last decades that reconciliation is impossible at this point in time.
Shifters and Vampires have a lot of things to disagree and fight over and so we tend to steer out of each others path when we do not want to spill blood. A vampire coming into the centre of a town marked and claimed by wolves is asking for nothing but death and blood!.
'Where is that da*n bat?!.', My wolf growls angrily as I hurriedly follow the vampire's scent which leads me out of the cafe.
Following the scent of the suspicious vampire is probably not my smartest move because without my weapons I am far from being a threat to a fully developed vampire.
I am physically weaker than the average wolf and my inability to shift form even to the least degree takes away my greatest strength as a supposed 'shifter'.
I know it is a stupid decision to follow the vampire's scent but my curiosity burns to find out why a bat would willingly step into the territory of bat killers.
Walking hurriedly through the light crowd on the streets, I follow through turn after turn with the scent lingering on my mind as my nose leads me through. I don't have the best senses as a wolf but I am somehow completely locked in on this particular scent.
A few minutes later, I adapt a faster pace with the scent getting stronger and then I look up with heavy breaths and burning curiosity.
This is the place where the blood sucker's scent leads to!.
'What the h*ll?.', My wolf hisses in a blend of confusion and frustration.
I smack my lips open in annoyance and anger before letting out a breath of exhaustion as I look at where my tracking has led me. I am back at the starting point of the scent trail!.
I am back at the entrance of the cafe!.
'Way to go detective.', My wolf mocks sarcastically. God, I really can't stand her sometimes.
'You know I would be a lot better at these things if you could just come out.', I snap back internally with my wolf going silent at my words. I know it is not Yuri's fault that I can't shift but I am mentally riding on the edge right now.
Straining a dry cough, I walk into the cafe where I had began the journey and then I come out two minutes later with a cup of coffee in my hand.
Despite my frustration and exhaustion I have work to do. Caffeine pumping through my veins would make things a lot more easy.
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