It was early in the morning when Samson woke up. He could still hear the crickets chirping when his eyes slowly slid open. The room being dark as ever made it difficult to see at first but as his eyes adjusted he realized something was different.
The prison cell door was open.
What do you think Skull? Samson asked.
MMmm, steak… The drowsy voice bounced around in his head.
Right… Samson sighed as he pushed himself off the bed.
Like they were made of paper, Samson effortlessly tore the chains off his body, being unable to get rid of the silver bracelets he shrugged and made his way outside. He moved to the cracked wall, investigating it thoroughly. Despite the scent of blood being so faint, he could still make out the bloodlust that lingered around it. When he crouched low he saw small salt crystals, barely visible to the normal eye.
“They tortured someone here… or brutally killed them.” Samson murmured to himself as he made his way upstairs.
As he opened the door, he entered a giant, open roof living room. There were floor to roof windows to his right that showed an intricately decorated backyard with a large pair of spiral staircases to his left that spiraled above him. Across the living room was a larger than needed kitchen with three fridges and four ovens that lead into a smaller kitchen. Slightly behind the living room was a small hallway that led to a room and above he could see both floors and their foyers.
“Rich…” Samson mumbled as he made his way towards the stairs.
As he heaved himself onto the first step a light but shrill ringing caught his attention. With pace, he made his way towards it. It got louder when he got onto the second floor and even louder as he walked down the hallway in front of him. As he approached the large, mahogany double doors that lay at the end of it the ringing stopped for a few seconds before starting again, confirming it came behind the doors.
Carefully, he opened the door on the right, taking him into an office of sorts. The right and left walls had been replaced with giant bookshelves holding binders of different colors while on the right bookshelf there was a large, rectangular cutout inside which was a picture of a werewolf. The wall opposite the door had been replaced with large windows from which the San Francisco skyline could beautifully be seen. In the middle of the room was a colorful rug on top of which sat a mahogany table and an office chair. The house phone on top of the table was the source of the ringing, still making a shrill sound.
Without thinking twice Samson picked up the phone. “Lady Selena, about last night, while I do agree with the other Alphas, I wanted to respect your decision…” Samson recognized the voice to be Lio’s.
“As such, I will be on your side but the moment we find that prisoner to be the warmongering Lycan I will ask for his head.” Lio finished.
“What did you call me?” Samson’s rough voice silenced the man on the other side.
Samson closed his eyes as he turned around to face the city. “A warmonger? Ask for my head?” Samson reiterated, “Come and take it instead of hiding behind a phone.”
More white noise filled the line before Lio started again. “Where’s Selena?” he asked coldly.
Samson smirked. “In bed, where else would she be?” Samson impersonated Lycan.
Suddenly the tone of the voice changed. “And why are you answering the phone?” Lio’s hostility could be felt from the phone.
A coldness grew in Samson’s eyes and heart. “Cause I’m free you dumbass.” Samson turned around, locating where Lio had been calling from.
“What have you done with Selena?” Lio growled.
Samson stared at the direction of the faint bloodlust. “I told you, she’s in bed, but more importantly, you better hide that bloodlust, it makes you easier to find…” Samson threatened.
The tension between them grew stronger and stronger.
***
A gentle warmth grew around Selena as she shifted to a more comfortable position, letting the drowsiness overtake her. She felt like she had forgotten something but sleep was too important right now. Very quickly, she faded out of consciousness and back into the dream world where she was on a date with a charming man.
Just as the sleep was about to overtake her, a powerful bloodlust scared her awake. She shot upwards, claws at the ready as she looked around, checking every corner of her room. Once she saw that no one was present she checked the time on her phone. Her veins froze. She leaped out of bed and sprinted down the hall and down one flight of stairs. She continued running until she entered her office.
“I’m late!” She shouted as she entered.
Once again, Samson’s heart started pounding and the butterflies started squirming when he saw Selena. She was in an oversized t-shirt and shorts with her hair hanging freely behind her.
She pressed him. “Who’s that on the phone?” She asked angrily.
“Don’t tell me…” She looked red with anger.
Samson put his emotions aside and tossed her the phone. “It’s for you.” He said as he pulled back the office chair and slumped into it.
“Lady Selena,” Lio’s voice on the other side caused a worrisome fatigue to settle, “Is this why you took Lycan home?”
“Sir Lio, I don’t know what this bloodthirsty mutt has said to you but none of it’s true.” She pleaded her case.
Selena was worried about what Samson had told Lio but what worried her more was that Lio was her only ally left in an otherwise angry pack. “So you weren’t just in bed?” Lio asked, surprising Selena.
Startled, Selena didn’t know if she should deny what he’d said or say the truth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Samson place both his legs on her table and smirk at her.
“Sir Lio, I was just in bed but not in the way the mutt told you.” She slowly made her way towards Samson.
White noise filled the phone before Lio asked another question. “Why is he free then?”
Selena was unsure of how to answer as she grabbed Samson by the scruff. “I’d love to know that as well!” She glared at him.
More white noise filled the phone before the words that Selena least wanted to hear were spoken. “I’m sorry Lady Selena, but I can no longer wholeheartedly support you.” Lio said.
She dropped Samson. “You dare go against your Alpha?” She threatened. Lio retorted back. “I would never do such a thing, but as an Alpha of a membering pack of the Golden Gate Alliance I have to put the interests of my pack before anything else.” Lio explained. Quickly he hung up the phone. Frustration filled Selena as she once again grabbed Samson by his scruff. “HOW DID YOU GET FREE?!!?” She roared at him, her fangs slowly growing. Samson stared back at her with a smile. “Wouldn’t you love to know?” He replied. With a rage-filled heave, she tossed him outside the office. “Never set foot in this room again, otherwise Lycan or not, I will kill you!” Her bloodlust filled the entire room. Once again, something snapped in Samson as a coldness settled in his heart. He looked down, glaring at her from the top of eyes. “Many have failed to do that,” Samson pushed himself off the ground and turned to face the hallway, giving Selena one last glare, “Do you really think you’ll be the one
Selena dear, Penny’s voice echoed in Selena’s head, Raise your head. Energy, will, strength, it had all left Selena’s body as she rested her head on her arms, still in a ball on her office chair. She took a slow, deep breath, hiccuping through it as she agonized over the events that occurred over the last two days. “What happened Penny?” She whispered to herself, “Just yesterday morning the pack was fine…” Penny didn’t respond, pondering herself what had caused the rapid, unfortunate series of events to occur. Slowly, the silence thickened, sitting heavier in the room, allowing the distant sounds of the city to grow louder. A rhythmic pounding started, getting louder with pace. Bloodlust! Penny’s voice hissed. Selena looked up, anger washing over her. “It’s that bastard's fault!” She quickly rose from her seat. The pounding grew louder and louder until it stopped right outside the door. “What are you waiting for you mutt!” Selena shouted at the door. With a blood freezing cr
The room was large and surprisingly spacious for being on the third floor, having a ceiling so tall it could fit a giant. The ring in the center was slightly larger than most boxing rings and had a tall net on each of its four sides. The floor of it was made out of hard sand with the center of the ring having a small engraving of the Golden Gate Bridge in it. The far wall had been replaced with floor to ceiling mirrors and the far left side of the gym had all the weights and machines while the right side had a punching bag and some benches to sit on. Overwhelmed by the size of the gym, Samson meandered his way forwards, eventually making it to the ring where Selena opened a netted door to let him in. Once inside, he was hit with the rancid smell of sweat and blood. Quickly, he covered his nose, noticing that it was hard to move on the hardened sand. As she closed the door, Selena studied Samson, How was someone so… average able to push back brother… Selena thought to herself. Ther
“Fine.” Selena agreed bitterly, admitting that Samson had a fair point. Slowly, she looked up and straightened her back, feeling the dull aching from the crash spread from her spine to the sides of her ribcage. Once she had finished stretching she looked forwards, getting a faceful of fingers and palm instead of the expected sight of the destroyed ring. Samson lowered his hand further. “Here.” he said as he extended more. Unsure of what to do, Selena continued to stare at his hand. She studied the green veins bulging from it and the blistered fingers on it. After waiting for a few moments Samson pushed her, “Well, are you going to take it or just keep staring at it?” Samson said annoyingly. Timidly, Selena touched his hand. Once she had made contact with his fingertips, Samson latched onto it and heaved her up. “AAH!” Selena shouted, the pull had sent a sharp pain through her spine, “Can’t you be more gentle!” Samson shrugged before making his way back towards the ring. As he
“Why him?!” Selena argued, “Why am I bringing the enemy with me to City hall?” Her father took a moment to think before closing the screen on his tablet. “With your older brother out today, there’s no one at home who can protect your mother and Anthony.” He reasoned. Anger swelled in Selena. “You’re acting like I’m as strong as him!” She yelled back. Her father closed his eyes. “You’re not, but should he cause a scene at City hall, will you be alone?” Her father explained. Selena clenched her teeth. As much as she hated the thought of taking him with her, he was right. At home he could run amok, especially if he truly let loose, that kind of strength could destroy not only their home but also the homes of humans living in the neighborhood whereas if he tried anything around city hall, there was no way he would live. “Fine!” She said as she made her way towards the basement. “Thank you!” her father shouted as she stormed down the old stairs, “I’ll leave the letter on the counter!
As Samson stepped out of the car, he lost his breath. “Wha…” He said inaudibly. Standing before them was a compact castle built in the center of downtown. It had a tall, cube-like building in the center with tall walls surrounding it a few feet away. Each corner of the wall had sharp, pointed towers, created to look like pine trees with small holes cut out for observing the public. The building itself morphed the taller it got, going from its cube-like base to having five tall cones pointed upwards with four of the cones being on each of the sides of the cube and the fifth cone being in the middle while being the tallest. On top of each of the cones was a statue. Even from below Samson could tell those statues were of past werewolves. “They’re of the founding fathers of the Golden Gate Alliance, Sir.” The driver said to Samson who continued to admire them. “You don’t say…” Samson murmured. “Come on, we don’t have time to stare at rocks!” Selena shouted at him, snapping Samson back
Samson admired the large and spacious room that was before him. It looked similar to a giant den with large, shiny white stones embedded into the ceiling lighting up the entire area like the sun. Just below the stones, hanging from the ceiling was a large clock that differentiated AM with a giant red half-circle and PM with a giant purple purple half-circle. Along the sides of the stone walls were giant steel doors, accented with gold and shiny, blue stone highlights. The middle of the floor they were one was open, revealing a bottom floor with a similar layout of doors being closed along the walls. In front of them was a large open staircase fashioned and chiseled out of the same stone the walls were made of, going down to that floor. To the right of where Samson, Selena and Castellan were standing was a desk with a woman busy calling different numbers and jotting down notes. Along the edge of the top floor were benches where werewolves sat and waited for one of the doors to open and
Now Samson scoffed, “You’re right about that.” He said as he closed his eyes. Selena studied the two. It felt strange for her, the pair were having a normal conversation despite what had happened between them. Her eyes drifted more towards Samson than Parker, intrigued more by how he could act like nothing had happened between them. How is he able to be this relaxed? How is he- How is he- THIS?!!? She screamed internally. He’s a creep, a bloodthirsty Alpha, a power hungry maniac, so how is he able to get Parker to smile like that? Selena shouted at Penny, a bit of uncomfortableness entering her body as she watched the two, completely in their own worlds now. It’s because they both understand… Penny answered. UNDERSTAND WHAT?!!? Selena roared. That anything can change, Penny quieted her down. What does that mean? It makes no sense at all, Selena protested causing Penny to got quiet. “All done.” Parker said as she turned to look at the pair, “Is there anything else you wanted to