Kael
I knelt on the cold, cracked tiles of the warehouse floor, hands resting on my thighs, my breathing steady despite the storm churning inside . The door opened and then slamd shut as the sound of hurrying footsteps approached .
I didn’t look up; I didn’t need to.
Without warning, a heavy slap landed across my cheek. My head tilted with the force of the hit, my skin stinging, and my ears ringing.
The man standing over , holding up his phone with his eyes red with fury, was my Master. No one knew his real na; we all called him Master.
He had given a life when no one else wanted .
I didn’t know my parents; I had no recollection except for fragnts of a dream about my childhood. However, at 7, I was moving from one pack to another, fighting in rings for the entertainnt of Alphas and high-ranking werewolves.
I barely ate, I was beaten and stripped naked several tis, the only thing that saved and kept alive until I t my Master was my natural ability to fight.
My wolf was unique. It wasn’t an Alpha or a Beta or even a Gamma wolf, the strongest wolves in our world. No one knew what it was, but whatever it was, I was born with a fighting flair.
I could single-handedly take down five Alpha wolves charging at at the sa ti; that was how I survived until one day, wearied from days of fighting with little or no food, I was defeated in the ring and by default, that would have ant death for .
I lay on the sand, my vision filled with blood as I stared at the smirks on the faces of the Alphas around, sipping their golden drink in glasses and staring at in satisfaction. I felt myself weakening, until keeping my eyes open beca a struggle.
No one told , but I knew sothing was wrong. I’d fought a re Gamma wolf and felt dizzy at so point. Before I could recover from that dizziness, the Gamma wolf had floored .
I tried to cry out, to complain that sothing was wrong, but the words wouldn’t form. I didn’t want to die. Not yet!
I had no purpose of living, true. I had no parents, no pack affiliation to my na, but I loved life, and I loved fighting.
The cage opened, and I knew the executioner was coming to kill . Desperately, my eyes hovered through the crowd, searching for a saviour, until they t the eyes of a man standing at the far edge of the hall, staring intently at .
I didn’t know if I had called out to him for help, but by the ti I woke up, I was lying on the softest bed I’d ever seen, in a beautiful room with fans and clean drinking water.
For 33 days, my Master nurtured with the help of a healer who ca three tis a day to force a bitter liquid down my throat. By the 35th day, I sat up in bed by myself, waiting for the healer to co.
When he and my Master entered, they were surprised to see sitting up. Later, my Master would tell I’d been poisoned with wolfsbane mixed with pure silver, a wolf’s bane that could have led to instant death, but I’d held out for 35 days.
That was the last ti we talked about that part of my life. My Master taught many things, including how to fight properly, with reasoning, of course, and not with the fight-to-survive tactics I’d learned.
Like , he didn’t co from any pack. His mother had been a lowly Oga who had a one-night stand with an Alpha and had abandoned him. So, he collected boys like him — boys like .
He travelled all over the places, to fighting rings, illegal auction sites and to prisons setting boys like free. He was the only father I knew and respected.
Our source of livelihood was simple: We kill without question.
Our clients co to us, provide us with the na and picture of their target, and we handle the task in the simplest way possible, without leaving any traces back to them. It fetched us large sums of money, and I loved the thrill.
Until one morning, Alpha Henry Winters from Silverre Pack arrived at our settlent with tears in his eyes—I’ve never seen an Alpha cry. Barely able to say the words. When he finally got the words out, he told us his son, whom he spoke with three nights ago, had supposedly gone missing.
He wanted vengeance on Ravenshore, and he said it wasn’t just him that lots of Alphas had a similar fate, that he didn’t understand what that ant until it happened to him. The school refused and stopped them from carrying out an investigation. So, there was literally no hope for his son, even if he was alive sowhere.
The job was different from what we were used to, but I’d agreed to take the job even before my Master could decide.
Alpha Winters had once clothed and fed . One ti, when we were travelling to the west and got stuck, he invited us into his pack, clothed and fed us for three days. That was the only ti soone had ever been kind to us, and like my Master would always teach us, pay back your dues.
So, we took the job, and that’s how I beca Kael Winters, the second son of Alpha Henry Winters of the Silverre Pack.
And oh, before then, I had no na. Our Master just called boy.
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"What the fuck is this?" Master snarled. "Is this why you’re in Ravenshore? To kiss boys?"
I remained silent.
Master grabbed by the collar and shook violently. "Answer , damn it! Do you have any idea what this video is doing to our operation? Why aren’t you talking? Fucking talk to ..."
Before it could escalate any further, two n—the Master’s ssengers ca forward. They pulled my agitated Master from , restraining him from hitting again as they dragged him to one corner of the warehouse.
He shrugged them off monts later, breathless, with his chest heaving as he raised his hands in surrender.
"I’m calm," he gritted out. "I’m calm, let go."
The ssengers let him go, and he walked back to , trying to maintain his composure. "Stand up."
I rose to my feet, maintaining a blank expression despite the stinging in my cheek.
"Explain yourself," Master demanded. "Alpha Winters has been freaking out since he saw this video. You’re supposed to be investigating his son’s disappearance, not making out with other students."
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