"Intruder!", one of the n called out. Michael looked at the intruder, but he couldn't get a proper eyeline because of all the n that were around him. The n rushed towards Lucas and jumped at him. Lucas, anwhile, just smiled. His eyes turned red, and all of the n who were mid air, fell down like a house of cards. Now, Michael could see that it was Lucas who was the 'intruder'.
"Lucas! Why are you here? I thought you were resting.", he asked Lucas with shock. With the injuries that Lucas was supposed to have, even standing up would be a difficulty, much less walking here in the open.
"You really have to take care of your standards, Michael. Every one here is so.... weak. I don't know how to put it, but your pack will get massacred if Peter cos here. You are lucky I never ntioned you to anyone.", Lucas said. All of the n on the ground started growling. They were very offended by Lucas' words.
"Let's go sowhere private.", Michael said reluctantly. He led Lucas to an office of sorts, a little more to the right side of the ware house.
"So then, what the hell is happening? You are fine. Fine! I saw a god damn hole in you.", Michael said agitated.
Lucas sighed. He took off his shirt, and turned back, revealing a very masculine back to Michael. But it was not that interested him. It was a very active tattoo that did. A tattoo of a wolf was etched onto Lucas' skin, but it didn't behave like a tattoo. It was moving around, like a fish. Michael's face turned ashen.
"He's awake? You couldn't happen to ntion it to ?", he snarled.
"Hold on, cowboy. I just found out a few minutes ago, and he is already coming up with demands.", Lucas put his arms up.
"Do you realize the gravity of the situation, Lucas? What is happening to you right now, they are sa tell tale signs that you showed at the red gathering. The exact sa ones.", Michael shouted.
"Just relax, Michael. Do you think that I am an amnesiac? You just rember one massacre. I went through the sa incidents hundreds of tis. History always repeats itself. Sotis, we can't do anything about it."
"We can't do anything about it? Every ti Fenrir awoke, at least a hundred lives had to be given as a tribute to keep him satiated. Where do you think you are going to find a hundred damnable souls before you start attacking innocent ones?", Michael asked.
"Don't you see the perfect timing? I have to kill Peter and that Marquess girl anyways.", Lucas dismissed Michael's inquisitive tone with a wave of his hand. But, Michael was nowhere near done with the conversation.
"Th-th-the Marquess?", Michael quivered. "The Marquess was behind your murder attempt?"
"You know her?", Lucas looked at Michael with sharp eyes.
"Know her? Lucas, she is literally the one who controls all of the packs in the northern hemisphere. Were you living under a rock all these years? All the packs had to pay her a tribute just to survive. She even has ties to vampires. Why didn't you tell that this involved her.", Michael was agitated. He was pacing around the office room.
"Just tell them to hurry. If they are here, things will get much, much simpler.", Lucas spoke softly.
"Did you really think that they would co just because you beckoned? They were right there with you that day. Do you really think that they would return for the heartless mass murderer that you are about to beco?", Michael shouted.
"If they don't co, no one will be able to stop once I start killing. All of Brooklyn, no all of New York will beco a grave yard once I get started. Just get them here. I have to go out. Fenrir is getting restless.", Lucas turned away and left the room.
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