10.5 - Weird News

Sativa
"Fine," I breathe out. "So, supposing I find this Bridgette girl, what do I say to her - anything specific?"

He sighed, "Just give her the paper. And, trust me, she will find you before you find her." I cock a brow at his words. I don't say anything else as I stuff the piece of paper into my jacket pocket.

"Whatever," I mutter.

"Thank you," he sounded genuinely pleased. "And, don't let Romanov see that."

"Why not?" I arch a brow.

"He thinks she is dead."

I sigh once more. Only the Lord knows what I am getting myself entangled with. I mutter a quick prayer. I had promised myself to repay him and I keep my promises - mostly.

I stand there as I head more shuffling, "I will leave now, but please, remember this."

I nod, "I will."

Normally, I would never have let some stranger fill my head with such shit. But, somewhere deep, deep down, there was truth to it.

I watch as he slides the door open, but my hand shoots out to grab his arm, "Wait," I blush profusely as he looks down at my arm on his. I let it drop as I clear my throat, curious me, "Who are you?"

"Kiev." He said, smiling lightly at me. The small sliver of light let me see his features. Of course, he was towering over me, around his half-brother's six-foot-six. Chocolate brown eyes that shone lightly, and a contrasting blondish locks.

A light, fading scar ran up the side of his cheek, and his slightly crooked nose reminded me of his danger.

"Nice to meet you, Kiev," I smile. A real one this time - surprisingly. He must have noticed because he grinned.

"You too, Sativa."

I cock my head and let an amused smile slip unto my face. I watched him until he disappeared down the endless hallways. Sighing, I glance up at the early afternoon sky. Smiling up at it, I push on my jacked pocket, hearing the rustle of the note that Kiev gave me.

I didn't knew who this Bridgette was, or how she had affected him so much.

But, I couldn't help the feeling of imminency that settled over my thoughts. I had a feeling, that this Bridgette was going to be little more than she seems to be to me, as of right now.

And, I couldn't tell wether that was a good thing, or not. But, for now, I was content with not knowing.

Sometimes, only sometimes, some secrets were created to be left in the dark for life.

And this, was one of them.

I could feel it.

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Loupe Fiasco, California
USA - North America
The Halcyon Forest - The Village of Comers Fallen

Ivanovich
(PG-13) Strong language and a caption of violence.
I was ready to kill.

I was ready to extract the life from the ones who dared to lay hand on what is mine. Baring my teeth, I growl as I softly shut the door of her hospital room. It was a private one; but I wanted to be able to keep an eye on her without the ears of the Pack being in range.

I did not feel guilty for injecting her with medicine against her will. I had done what was necessary - she needed time to heal. Something that is not possible to do without my aid. A simple touch was all that I needed to guarantee her good health; an act that I do not care for her to know about - or to realize.

Illix. It is a special sorcery given to Alphas by witches who visit them on the eve of their shift. Illix, when used properly, can be thought to erase the current memory of a Lycanthrope - or a human.

Like I said, magic is allowed as a trick for my last resort.

My long, heavy strides and strained breaths told all the Pack members what they needed to know. I was beyond angry, and they knew better, so they cleared from my path. Tonight, was supposed to be a work-free one for all, but not doctors, and all nurses - never them.

You can only learn from so many fucking mistakes.

I couldn't subdue the growl that ripped from the caverns of my throat as I neared the forest line. I stalked further, the cold not an effect on me as I brace my fist into a tree.

"Fuck," I swore loudly.

Pain shot through my arm, but that was barely noticeable. Closing my eyes, I let my Wolf cloud my vision. A string of profanities escaping my mouth as my bones cracked and shifted into place. I reopen my eyes, narrowing them at anything they met.

"Kill," the dark voice of my Wolf commanded. "Go kill."

Stilling, I wince at the power that his voice held. Normally, all Lycanthropes have a Wolf, a mental companion throughout one's life. The Wolf is born from your opposite actions; this simply means, that it you are good, your Wolf is said to be the opposite - bad. So, vice versa for the bad, your Wolf will will aptly be good.

But I, I am an exception. God, I am always an exception. My Wolf wasn't born from my opposite actions. My Wolf is an ancient Lycanthrope that was the Alpha of this Pack over a thousand years ago. I had a Wolf, I didn't know his name, for he wasn't with me for as long as a minute.

The ancient Wolf, Klaus, is another one of the results of my father's constant paranormal experiments on me. Klaus was an Alpha King, so he was powerful. Much more than I was, so I could do nothing as he overthrew my previous Wolf. But, Klaus was evil, wicked. And his schemes surpassed my almost equal plans. Key word, surpassed.

It has been done before - another Wolf taking place of one's original one. It is called Displacement - very rare, but it happens. You inject the genes from another Wolf, one that is dead, or still alive. This is called an Artificial Wolf. You immediately pick up the characters of this 'fake' Wolf, and your Natural Wolf disappears into the deepest parts of your mind.

I could not build a wall between us, not matter how much I tried. My Natural Wolf, I didn't hear from him much. When I had noticed that she belonged to me, I had felt him for the strangest of seconds, he admitted her as mine - but, Klaus had dismissed any thought of her immediately.

"No." I decline. My brows furrowing at the loud snarl that rips through my head.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I can't," I murmur softly. "I need to find the Rogues that hurt our mate, Klaus." I wince at my pathetic excuse for a voice.

"She is not my mate." He spoke with so much fury, that I growled slowly as I padded slowly through the forest. Stopping as I reach a small lake, I connect my nose with the ground, sniffing for any traces of a scent that wasn't the Pack's.

It was physically impossible to disobey Klaus. He had an infinite amount of power over me. If I tried, there would be consequences. There are always consequences, but his, his is pure wickedness. He could take over me for a minute, an hour, a year. Whenever the beast pleased. And in that space of time, he could carry out any action that he wanted to. He could steal, kill, and destroy. And I, I can only stand there and watch the lifeless bodies fall around me - I had killed them - to others, I had been the one to kill the innocent.

To steal from the poor.

I am the heartless one.

But, I cannot blame it all on Klaus. For, more than half of the people that had become my victims, I was accountable for my actions.

However, the crueler, more vile and selfish acts - Klaus.

I stilled as the scent of the Rogues filled my nose. It was faint, but my enhanced senses picked them up almost immediately. I growled lowly, backing up on my hunches, ready to stalk the owner of the formidable scent. My heart-rate sped up, this time, the kill wasn't going to be Klaus' - it was going to be mine.

"Romanov."

A low growl from behind me resounded through my ears. I halted, taking in the familiar scent of male as he neared me, growling softly.

Kiev.

"What?" I snap through the Pack's mental link.

"This isn't the time to do this, the Pack is waiting for you - Maya's getting impatient," he says, sounding slightly irritated.

I chuckle humorlessly, "I don't give a fuck about the Maya; I have more pressing issues to attend to Kiev," I spat, baring my teeth as he came to stand in front of me, shoulders raised. A sign of dominance - but, he wasn't the Alpha - I was. "Leave. I cannot hold back my patience any longer - if you do not let me be, Kiev, I cannot be responsible for my acts."

"You mean, Klaus' acts?" He snapped in query as the anger bubbled beneath me.

Long before women portrayed our minds, Kiev was a brother to me. I would tell him everything that my father did to me - even the experiments. I was naïve - a newly-formed shapeshifter.

I trusted the wrong people.

Something that Kiev and I had in common - trusting the wrong people too much.

I shifted. Snarling as my bones cracked into their former position, and I felt myself morph into my unfortunate human self. I was an Alpha, I could shift without the aid of clothing - the ability to shape-shift with clothing on, was one of the many sorcery powers.

"Kiev, fuck off," I warn him, the man didn't know when to stop; he never knew when to stop. Fisting my hands, I take a menacing step towards him as he holds his stance. I chuckle humorlessly, it would be fun punishing him for his acts.

"Or what?"

I could feel Klaus pushing against the surface of my control, it was taking everything inside of me not to rip the man to shreds.

Stalking towards him, I don't waste necessary time as I swing my hand towards his face, a satisfying crunch ringing out. I snapped my teeth, he was healing already. Even if he wasn't an Alpha by blood, he still possessed our fundamental traits - but never as powerful as an Alpha from birth; still, twice as proud.

"Is that all that you have, Romanov?" His cold voice rings through my ears, and I can't stop the sliver of pain that rushes through my body. This man, that I was ready to tear apart, was my brother. But, I could never look at him like that again, now, he was nothing but a half-brother to me; useless.

Growling lowly, I curl my fingers around his neck as a ghost smile flickers unto his lips. The man was playing with fire, and he knew that.

"Learn how to speak only when spoken to," I snap, narrowing my eyes harshly.

He didn't bother to struggle as I sensed his obvious distress. Smirking, I push him against the bark of a tree, satisfied at his lack of strength. I had the upper-hand, and I liked that I did.

I released his neck.

"You do not deserve to be an Alpha," he muttered slowly as I turned away from him and pushed my feet until they reached the brim of the lake. "I should have had Klaus, I should have been the Alpha King - not you."

I furrow my brows, this was a speech that I had heard multiple times. Kiev was born a month and a half before I was, therefore making him an Alpha - if he were born from Alpha parents. But, he was only born by one - my mother. He had half the genes, so my father 'generously' supplied him with the remaining genes he needed.

"I should have had Bridgette."

I snarled, the sound echoing off the trees and bouncing back into my ears. Turning around, I shift in midair and stalk towards Kiev, who was in his pure white Wolf, which contrasted with my midnight black Wolf. Baring my teeth as we circled each other, I feel a familiar pressing on the tip of my sanity. Klaus wanted to fight - but, I didn't intent on killing Kiev, so I fought his pull. But, as usual - he won.

I knew that he would have no mercy. Bridgette was his mate - as, Sativa is mine. I didn't try to take power or my control again, it would have been a futile effort. I didn't particularly need a mate in my life, but my years of loneliness is finally catching up to me. I would soon be married to Maya, and I wouldn't have to worry about the safety of my Pack for a long time.

If I could just convince myself that everything subpar would be fine, then I swear that it fucking would.

But, as I stand here, close to killing my brother, because he mentioned the woman that my Wolf obsessed over, I cannot keep from wondering if the problems in my life are derived from the problems in my head.

I could spend eternity convincing myself that I didn't need Sativa, that I was fine by myself. But, as the days bring on a full plate of shit for me to devour, I cannot help but wonder whether why the gods have chosen to punish me with a mate that I cursed to leave.

I reopen my eyes as Klaus takes his reign over my mental and physical state. I am breathing hard. Staring at the limp, naked body of Kiev that lay a few feet away. He was battered, but I could see the bruises healing themselves already.

I leaned down, even from here I could hear his hard and steady pulse. I stayed there, and waited for his eyes to reopen. Laying my head on my front paws, I watch him as his muddy orbs stare at me fearfully. I chuckle mentally, at least he had learned a lesson of respect from Klaus - a lesson that I needed to strongly deliver to Sativa. I, too, would not be held accountable for the results of her constant disrespect.

But, I took it. And, I did not know why my leniency changed when it got to her.

I did not care to know.

Sending Kiev another low growl, I let a second pass before I sprint off further into the woods. The scent of the Rogues still fresh in my nostrils and memory. I let Klaus take over, his strength and speed a trait that could be of mere usage.

I can only watch as he carries out his nightly activities. The killings, the stealing, and the destroying.

I watch as the villagers are torn apart by one man, the homes are set ablaze - the war rages one by one man. And, that thought made me smirk. I was powerful, Klaus or not. I could spend all of eternity blaming the actions of my constant brutality on Klaus, but, God knows that villainy is nothing but a two-way street. A two-way street that I proudly paraded evidently.

I am a wicked, sinful man.

And, I know that my days in hell would be nothing short of a presidium of pure pain.

But, for now, I was fine with that. For, what the devil doesn't already know, is that I have been through hell a million times before it.

I had no problem making that number rise to a total of a million and one.

I could do it in my sleep.

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Gravity Falls, Nevada
USA - North America
The Jupiter Pack's Main Lodgings - the Gardenias

Unknown
I still as her lips run up and down the left side of my neck. I wanted nothing more that to push her away, but the Pack was watching.

"Busy?" I hold a wince as she purrs comically into my neck. I slipped my hands around her slim waist, pushing her tightly fitted Polo shirt higher, exposing her soft skin underneath.

Yes, "No." I lie, biting my lip as I feel the eyes of the Elders on my back. Closing my eyes, I breathe out as her lips land lightly on mine. She tasted of too much alcohol and cigarettes.

"Well then," her small voices rings as she nips lightly on my ear. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?"

Gritting my teeth, I contemplate pulling away.

But, the warnings that I received from the eyes of the Elders as I peered behind her long, slim neck, stopped me from leaving it.

"Yeah." I swallow, licking my lips as swiftly turns on her four-inch heels, dragging me blindly behind her. I meet the eyes of my father once again, his head moving in a slight nod.

"Come on," she giggled.

I force a laugh as she pushes open the Pack doors, pulling me up the wooden staircase.
I don't say anything as she pushes up into a small closet of the long, winding hallway. I let my hands wrap themselves around her waist as she forcefully entrails her lips on mine. I say nothing as she trails small down my bare chest, her small experienced fingers loosening the belts of my darkened trousers.

I let her do what she wanted. It wasn't like I had a choice. For the Elders to professionally and effectively funding this Pack. I needed an Alpha Female - and she was a perfect candidate. The Pack approved of her, my father loved her dearly, and the Elders believed she was the only one made for this Pack.

Even if, my Wolf didn't.

Everyday, it was like I was fighting to opposing sides.

I couldn't ever tell the Pack that I took steroids in order for me to perform for my girlfriend. I couldn't tell them that she too knew of what I kept so dearly to me.

It is an abomination to be homosexual.

So, I am an abomination.

And, the perfect girl that my father had chosen for me, did everything in her power to keep me from being an abomination. But, not even the magic on the Earth or the Universe could change that one, blank fact.

"I am an abomination."

"Stop it," she hissed flatly, wiping her mouth as she yet again failed in her futile tries to pleasure my body. "I need you to stop this gay shit. The wedding is coming, and you need to be ready for it. I cannot spend the rest of my life like this."

I say nothing as she rearranges my pants, and her dipping cleavage pushes against my face. I say nothing as she leaves the closet, leaving me in the smallish, dark room alone.

I change my position, making sure to lean on the door as that I would be impossible to open it from the outside. I strained my eyes in the peering darkness, the faint images getting blurrier and unclear.

Bringing my knuckles to my mouth, I let the string of curses flow out of my lips.

I could spend my whole life trying to live up to the endless expeditions and expectations of my father.

But, my efforts would all end in the same apt pattern.

As an abomination.

And nothing, not even all the power on the Earth and in the Universe, in the depths of the seas and the most powerful of sorcerers - could ever change that fact.

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Luna Queen (2015)
© Victoria Leslie Khan