Chapter 5

Warzone (Night)

Mr. President POV

"Whitewater… the traitor brother!" I yelled, snarling.

"Romeo and Juliet… Hahaha! I can't believe the fore-children of Parker from the Snowpack and Robert from the Firepack will actually be the ones I challenge in a fight," he laughed again as he moved from one point to another. I wouldn't be surprised if he knew our forefathers’ names. I am just 75 years old and have been ruling this land for 50 years. 

"What's your purpose for showing up after all these years, Roger?" I asked.

"You must have read history about me to know my name… oh, I even heard that Spencer is still alive," he said, looking at me.

"I don't like repeating myself. What do you want?" I pressed.

"Show some manners, kid. Don't your elders teach you not to interrupt when someone older is speaking?" he asked and I scoffed.

"Simple…" He suddenly said, "What I want is simple… I simply want you to unbrand the Whitewater pack as slaves." His words ignited my anger.

"That can never happen—not under my reign!" I sneered angrily.

"Then what about after your reign is over?" he asked coldly.

"Freeing the Whitewater pack is akin to bringing danger to the entire country… it will be over my dead body," my wife Rachel added.

Suddenly, he was fast—a punch caught me across the face, sending me crashing away. 

The fight began as I ran on all fours, clashing into him. Roger's strength was insane; even our collisions sent me reeling.

I struggled to get back on my feet, my vision blurry from the force of the impact. Rachel stood ready to defend me, her eyes blazing with fury.

"How dare you!" she snarled, launching herself at Roger.

But Roger was relentless, his movements swift and deadly. He dodged Rachel's attack and countered with a brutal kick, sending her crashing against the nearby trees.

I charged forward, my werewolf instincts taking over. Claws extended, I swiped at Roger, but he sidestepped and landed a solid blow to my chest.

The impact sent me stumbling backward. Seizing the moment, Roger pinned me to the ground. His strength is on another whole different level entirely.

"Your reign is over, Little Rascal," Roger sneered, his hot breath on my face. "The Whitewater pack will be free, and you will be the one enslaved in death."

With a surge of adrenaline, I tried to break free, but Roger's grip was unyielding—his strength was overwhelming compared to mine.

"You don't think you'll be able to defeat me, do you?" he asked, part of his face shifting into wolf form, just like mine.

Suddenly, Rachel recovered and attacked Roger from behind. However, he anticipated her move and countered with a vicious elbow strike, sending her crashing to the ground once more.

Roger turned back to me, his eyes blazing with determination. "Your time is up."

With a swift, merciless motion, Roger delivered a crushing blow, leaving me completely weak.

"It is just a matter of time... I must survive before reinforcements come!" I yelled angrily, channeling my power into a single punch that landed squarely on his face.

He crashed away and stood up like it was nothing. "That time is enough for me to kill you." He declared.

With incredible speed, he raised me off the ground. I struggled to break free from his merciless hold, but it was too strong.

Suddenly, he delivered the final attack.

As Roger's claws pierced my throat, I felt my life force ebb away. My vision blurred, and my struggles weakened.

"No… this can't be..." I choked, my voice barely audible.

Roger’s grip tightened, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Die, Mr. President," he snarled mockingly, his hot breath on my face.

Rachel screamed in horror, rushing towards us.

With a final surge of adrenaline, I tried to break free, but Roger's hold was unyielding. 

My body began to slump, my weight supported only by his merciless grip. As life drained from me, I saw Roger's face—his features contorted in a mix of anger and satisfaction.

My vision faded to black, my thoughts dissolving into darkness.

Roger's voice echoed in my mind.

My body went limp, and he released his grip, allowing me to crash to the ground. 

Rachel's anguished cry filled the night. "No!"

I heard the sound of an attack. When I forced my eyes open, I saw my wife laying dead beside me, and my heart bled.

"It is a good thing for two lovers to die beside each other," Roger said.

"You are surrounded," was the last thing I heard that made a smile find its way to my face before I gave up the ghost.

Drake POV

The moment I got there, seeing my father, Mr. President, laying dead, I went wild. "Who the heck do you think you are, powerful enough to take down the President and the First Lady?" I yelled, my eyes turning completely red.

"I am the immortal of the Whitewater pack," he declared, calm as ever, which only fueled my anger further.

"Thanks, by the way, for saving Daisy from your father," he added, and my boiling blood momentarily calmed, yet I still had the intent to kill.

"We are waiting for your orders, Drake. We're ready," Gamma Dave said.

"And who the heck are you to Daisy?" I shouted in anger.

"She is my direct descendant," Roger said.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"The president mentioned it yesterday after you were gone—that she possessed the blood of the traitor. He knew through the ring passed down to him that detects direct descendants. That makes sense since he is the blood brother of the traitor," Gamma Dave explained.

"What the heck did you want that you engaged the President and First Lady?" I pressed for clarification.

"For the Whitewater pack to be free," he said.

"Impossible," I replied.

"So they can launch a coup d'état on all Alphas, right?" Gamma Dave added.

"Stand down. I'm engaging him alone," I ordered.

I charged at Roger, claws extended. "You're going down right now!" I shouted.

Our wolves clashed, snarls echoing through the night. My claws swiped at Roger, but he dodged effortlessly.

"You're no match for me," he sneered, landing a solid punch.

I stumbled back but recovered quickly. Our battle raged on, each blow striking with precision.

"You have the power of an Ultima," Roger said, eyes narrowing. "If not for my battle experience, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you."

I growled, my wolf fueled by determination. Our wolves exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack.

How was he able to do that when I was faster?

The fight continued, each of us refusing to yield. Suddenly, Roger vanished into thin air. 

"I'll finish this later, Drake... I can't hold out against you anymore," his voice echoed.

I stood alone, panting. So he can disappear.

Roger's words lingered in my mind: "You have the power of an Ultima." What did it mean?

"Because you truly are an Ultima," E-Gamma Spencer’s voice rang in my ears as if he could read my thoughts.

"You believe so?" I replied, skeptical.

"We, the Inner and all Alphas currently in the country, know about this," E-Gamma Spencer continued. "You were unable to defeat him due to his battle experience. Did you know what that means?" he asked.

"You want me to train?" I asked, realizing the weight of the situation.

"Yes, and I will be your instructor," he stated.

"Not today," I replied, uninterested in training.

"After burying the dead, we can think of that" I added. His look at me was frustrating when I caught sight of his caring look. "I don't need that look" I declared. "Don't worry, Drake. We will dig deeper and make sure we uncover those who killed your biological mother" He declared as he was able to decipher what was hurting me most not this currently situation.

"Spare me that, old man. Uncover what? It's been so many years now. You'll never do anything about that. I will work towards that myself" I declared.

"So, what about your father and his wife? Did you want to avenge them?" He asked.

"His wife... Tsk" I scoffed.

I suddenly started walking away but stopped and turned to him.

"Let me tell you what I think about the brutal murder of my mother. I am suspecting you all" I paused, watching him closely, but his emotional reply was unreadable, and I continued.

"including my father, and did you want to know who the prime suspect is?" I concluded with a question.

"First Lady" He declared.

"There are ways to even punish the dead" I declared.

"And I will show you that" I added.

"Do you think, if she is the only one, you can still uncover your mother's killer?" He asked.

"We will see about that" I replied.

"Take care of the bodies".

To be continued.

FlashForward

As I reached the rooftop through the stairs, I was uncertain about how to use the lift. I found myself staring at the back of a man, who was gazing out at the world.

His silhouette was striking, and I took a moment to sketch it in my mind's eye. 

"You are finally here," he uttered, turning to face me.

"I don’t know you," I muttered almost immediately.

"I'm Liam. I will protect you Daisy, If you become my girlfriend?" he asked, catching me off guard.

FlashForward

"I saw you walking out with Liam," someone declared approaching me. It was Ruby, my coursemate. "I don't hate you, even if you are a slave, but I can't help you in class either because I'm the weakest person here. But you see that guy, Liam? He could be bad news, though I'm not sure. He’s the older brother of Sarah." 

She finally added, "I hope that rings a bell."

"What the…..

FlashForward

"Drake. You called me here?" I said, confusion lacing my words.

"Such a disrespectful tone," he retorted.

"For your punishment. You will become my slave in my penthouse," he declared.

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