Harry was lying on his back, his lungs were on fire, and he was coughing from the heavy impacts on his ribs. He turned over onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and spat blood into the dusty dirt of the vacant lot behind the Crossroad Café. "I think that's enough for tonight. A year that I've been training you, and you're nothing like you were when I said I'd take care of you," Wayne said warmly as he pulled on his red and white plaid shirt. Harry let his forehead fall to the floor. With every exhale he made, dust rose from his nostrils and his eyes burned from the intense perspiration of physical exertion. "I know I can do more, Alpha Wayne," Harry said before grunting under the pain. The healing power of his wolf was in full swing, and the now nineteen-year-old could feel his ribs repairing and repositioning themselves in his rib cage. "Oh, I'm sure you can do more. But there's no need. You gave us a hell of a hand during the harvest. The omeg
Wayne had leaped forward and caught the girl before she fell to the ground. His eyes went wide, not understanding why his body had reacted so quickly to a woman who had no connection to him. Then he was startled when he saw Harry beside him. "Holy crap, it's Jane!" the young wolf declared. He had recognized her from sometimes playing with her when they were kids. "Let's hurry and go into the Café and call for help." When they reached the front of the Café, Old Al was already waiting for them there and beckoned them inside. "I've already called Alpha Black. He's on his way," said the Wind Tribe leader as a golden glint shone in his eyes. Old Al pointed to one of the large couches near the large fireplace, but the girl let out a howl of pain as she clung desperately to Wayne. "I know this is uncomfortable for you, Alpha Wayne, but it doesn't look like she wants to let go," Al said simply, placing a hand on Jane's forehead. The Wind Tribe leader close
Harry, 20 years old, Southern United States. The shadowy figure of young Alpha slipped through the woods without making a sound. Then, when he finally heard the muffled sound of voices, he stopped walking and raised his fist in the air. The two warriors of his pack, whom he had chosen to accompany him, stopped in their turn. They were fully clothed in the black combat gear provided by the Council, evidence of the mission's sponsor. On their chests was embroidered the badge in black thread: the letter C in Gothic lettering planted by six swords. The six swords represented the six significant races on the Council: vampires, witches, werewolves, elves, mermaids, and fairies. At first, dragons sat in the place of fairies. But, these creatures had chosen to give up their position since they were very few and had much more secrets than all the others. However, its voice had absolute priority whenever a dragon appeared before the Council. Since drag
Harry was revolted by what he had just heard. The massacre had not occurred because of a quarrel or prejudice. It was simply because of a piece of gossip. Those vile leeches had stuffed themselves as if they had entered a buffet and tortured their victims. He had had enough. He had been chasing them for too long. And, it had taken him too long to find the trail that would lead them to them. "Stay at your stations," he ordered, using his Alpha command. The two warriors with him immediately complied with the order, even though they hated the possibility of being unable to move if their Alpha was attacked. Alpha's command was a total order. No wolf who had sworn loyalty to his pack leader could oppose it. Harry rose to his full height and walked calmly toward the three vampires. When the three culprits saw him approaching, their eyes turned black. Long, sharp claws quickly took shape as fangs descended from their lips. Harry and Ti
Harry strode into the large Council Chambers after passing through several gates and security checks. It was always complicated to get in, as the building kept changing location. When Harry had completed a mission, he had to spend a few minutes reciting several incantations before returning to the Council. The first time he had to recite them, he made a mistake and landed in the middle of a shopping street at Christmas. People had looked at him, surprised, to see men dressed in combat gear appearing out of nowhere. It took the intervention of the fairies to erase their memories and make them a thing of the past. The courtroom was a white marble room where the Council's emblem appeared in gold on every wall. Depending on the season, the color and material of the place changed, sometimes taking the appearance of warm wood, other times the shape of black steel. It was a place of high magic that required the help of all creatures capable of using spel
(France _ Haute Provence) Emmanuelle was reading peacefully on her outdoor terrace. She wore a simple dress with provincial patterns that fell to her calves. She had chosen to put her platinum blonde hair up in a high bun with the help of a scarf, wearing the same pattern and color as her dress. Despite her years in the South of France, she had kept her alabaster skin. She often had to pretend anemia or lack of melanin for people to leave her alone after a day in the sun. Also, her gaze rested for a moment on the ring she wore on her thumb, which allowed her to live normally in daylight. The night was already advanced, and she had to force herself to turn on the electric lights to give the illusion of being human. Indeed, she did not need any artificial lighting to see at night. Only a dim light would have allowed her to continue reading comfortably, but years of living among men had taught her to behave like one. She cl
Bianca gasped slightly in surprise, not understanding what her friend was talking about. "He made you cry so much that you had to run away?" continued Emmanuelle. Bianca's eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide before she let out a silent scream at the realization. Then she raised her palm, shaking it in front of Emmanuelle's eyes. "Absolutely not. Technically, he's the one who left, and I jumped on him so we could have one last fun time together. But we fell into a lavender field, and we both got dirt in our eyes. He struggled and ran off. I think I scared him when I told him to let me do him," she completed, scratching her shoulder. "You told him that?" "Oui." "You're out of your mind." "It's one of the ways I've found to keep them from clinging to me. I show them the extent of my madness, and they run away like rabbits," Bianca giggled. "One day, you'll run into a lot crazier than you!" sc
(Harry.) Crac. Harry held the man's corpse firmly between his arms to lay his lifeless body on the ground. _ That's the third one today, Harry," Till grumbled. "I understand a little better why I'm here. It hasn't even been forty-eight hours since we set foot in France, and they seem to pop up magically from nowhere," the young Alpha remarked coldly. They had to get to work immediately, right after reaching their destination. The partner Harry needed to contact for the human's protection was much harder to find than expected. The young wolf was also surprised that his partner had not even tried to reach him as soon as he had informed the Council of his arrival. _Maybe he's already dead," the animal part of the Alpha suggested darkly. "I hope not and that he'll hurry up and show himself. I want to finish this mission quickly. Even though we can move through the elven portals, I don