Five

Nicholson's pov

"Oh good… you're awake." I sit up from my slouching position on the chair, tossing the remains of the apple I was munching on before getting up and casually walking over to the couple I had tied up on both chairs respectively.

As expected, Princess bore similarities to both her parents, taking after her father's blonde hair which was graying already and her mother's dazzling green eyes.

"W… who are you?" Ambrose's brows knotted into a frown before he began struggling with the ropes bound around his arm, only looking at me again when he didn't even budge from his position.

"I wanted to make sure there weren't any werewolves beside you two, so I took preventive measures and filled the house with Dess gas."

"You're human…" Ambrose growled, struggling futilely again before letting out a growl and facing me while his wife quivered in fear beside him. "How come your scent can't give you away… and… " He struggled again. "What are these? Why can't I get out."

"Because I'm not stupid. I'm considering you rarely encounter us or you'd have known Dess gas can nullify your powers for a considerable length of time."

"Time to do what? What do you want with us? Please spare our lives. We just live off the pack and barely contribute anything to… "

I pulled out my gun and aim It at the woman and she immediately stopped talking, her face turning pale with horror stricken fear.

"Amaya!'' Ambrose turned to me once more, and with the look in his eyes, I could tell he'd have shredded me into pieces If he had the chance. "What do you want from us dammit!"

"Look, this is not fun for me either, so why don't we just cut to the chase…" I pull out a picture of their daughter Princess and set It right down on the table In Front of them before stepping back, the gun still held towards Amaya's forehead.

"You two are going to have to let me Impersonate as your long lost daughter for a while till as long as I need to be done with whatever I have to do."

"You have some guts actually coming in here and demanding for something as sick as your personality. How dare you actually intrude our home and threaten us to let you impersonate our daughter… how… "

"Is that a yes or no. What I'm asking exactly is… are we going to do this the hard way or the easy way."

"Why do you have to impersonate her? The rumors going round that she's dead might be true, so If we do welcome you in as our daughter, how will people believe that Princess suddenly came back to life."

"Because It's still just a rumor. Her body hasn't been found, nor has there been any solid proof that she's dead. I already have enough Intel about her than you two already do, and I'm pretty aware of how she disappeared at the age of five so It won't be hard to claim her identity without having to disguise myself…"

"It's obvious your intentions aren't good. It's bad enough you're trying to impersonate as our daughter, what else are you planning? What is your motive… "

"You'll come to know…" I smirk. "After all, I won't want to hide anything from my beloved parents."

"The fuxk will I live to call you my daughter, you fucking… "

Bam!!!

Amaya screamed, trembling in her seat as blood from her own mate splattered over the side of her face and neck, staining her shirt as well.

"Fuxk!!" Ambrose cursed, staring at his left shoulder which I had blown off.

"Don't worry, It's just a normal bullet gun…" I said, cocking the gun again, warning him I still had more from where that came from. "The next shot however will be from my Silver shadow." I tapped the other silver radiating gun on my holster and watched Ambrose pale while Amaya's cries heightened in fear.

Silver shadow was a gun all werewolves dreaded. A bullet was made of kilograms of highly deadly silver. One shot to any part of the body could kill the werewolf in seconds and deteriorate the body to ashes which would be swept away by the wind.

"Came for introductions, but I'll be returning any moment from now to give further instructions. By the way " I pocket the gun. "I placed a chip inside both of you while you were unconscious."

I see their horror stricken faces grow worried with petrification and fear and I resisted the urge to laugh.

"A… a chip?"

"Yes, mother," I sneered with distaste. "I will be monitoring your movements. In a situation where either of you or both of you plan to take any irrational decisions, all It takes is to stop giving you the antidotes you're to take weekly now and you'll shrivel up in the most gruesome way possible and die a painful death."

Before they said anything, I jutted my chin towards the table where two similar bottles were sitting next to each other like my captives.

"Those are the antidotes. Expect the second one next week If you're good." I wasted no second leaving them there, knowing the effect of the gas would wade off soon and they'd be able to get out of my ropes.

Once I got outside, I pushed my gun into the holster around the waist of my latex pants, adjusted my black leather jacket over my body before sitting astride my motorcycle, turning on the Ignition and speeding off.

As I gripped the handle, veering It to my desired location, the wind whipped through my hair.

I find myself in Silver River's pack and I realize I'm almost close to leaving Lupusia so I take my usual short cut and take a sharp left to my right, but after a few minutes of driving, my eyes suddenly widen and I feel my heart skip a beat on seeing someone few feet away from my vehicle, sitting on the ground.

"Shit." I swore as I slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop just inches before him. My heart is racing and I'm breathing heavily from shock and anger as I get down from my bike, a deep frown on my face as I glare at the stranger in my way.

"For fuck's sake, If you wanted attention, you didn't think to do It somewhere else. You're in my way… " I hissed, however the rest of my words got stuck in my throat when the stranger raised his eyes and my eyes met with piercing blue eyes.

He had dark curly hair that framed his face, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to be staring right into my soul from mine.

With his defined strong jawline and cheekbones, he had this extraordinary straight nose (I was used to seeing broken ones) and full lips. He was the type of guy that would know he was handsome without a doubt. His eyes did continuously draw me though with an intent to an extent I couldn't wane off.

Not until my eyes suddenly traveled down to his leg, seeing one of his legs raised to l see one of his knees was scalded.

"Can't you see I'm hurt?" His eyes searched mine like he was trying to decipher If he's seen me before.

I roll my eyes. "It's a knee scab."

"It hurts like hell, okay? Rather than complain, you could just take another route." He cast his eyes down to the bleeding scab on his knee and I rolled my eyes again.

"Out of my way or I'll crush your legs and give you something to really cry about." I scoff and turn to get on my motorcycle.

"You have a great ass… "

I pause and make a full turn to him, ensuring I had heard him right.

"What did you just say?"

He shrugged casually like he had just told me the weather. "You have great ass."

I reasoned that I could just kill this ass bag right here and now and no one would even know, but I wasn't in his mood, and at this point, I was too amused at his audacity to even care.

"Sick pervert." I turn and settle on my bike, ready to turn my Ignition, however when I see he wasn't ready to move from that spot, an uneasiness nagged me as I sneered at him reluctantly.

"How did you even end up here? Got lost on your way to kindergarten for class? Cause you're acting like a baby right now."

" I was out on a hunt with my friends and I drifted apart and mistakenly found a hill, I rolled down and found myself here and It feels like I can't move."

Despite myself, I smile amusingly, wondering how a grown ass man would fuss over a little thing as a knee scab. Be for real.

His type is too easy to kill off. Too easy, It bores me thinking of wasting a bullet from my gun.

When he does say anything, I roll my eyes for what looked like the nth time, grab my handkerchief and walk towards him, locking eyes with him again before I lower myself to his height on the ground.

"Ow… fuck!" He groaned as I bandaged the wound with the handkerchief, tying the fabric over the scab tight enough.

"There. Now you can stop whining. You'd heal either way." I turn to him with a deep frown on my face. I make to get up, but he suddenly leans in and grabs my arm.

Reflexively, I grab the wrist on my arm, ready to break It, but then I remember I'm not in training or on the battlefield, so I relax, but my grip doesn't leave his as his grip doesn't leave mine either, so we're just there staring off at each other.

"Are you from here? I've not seen you before and… " he hesitated before he said. "You don't seem to have a specific scent…"

In panic, I wring my arm from his and get up, taking a cautious number of feet from him.

"Do you know every single person in your pack?"

"No, but I know quite a number of people. You don't seem to know me." His eyes are narrowed now as they're looking at me.

"Let's do each other a favor. I don't get to know who you are, and you don't get to know who I am and It stays that way, Deal?" He doesn't say anything before I climb on my motorcycle and watch him Move to the side before I plug in my headphones again.

I zoom off, meeting his brief smirk and the twinkle in his eyes directed at me before I zoom past him and away from his location.

"Fucking cry baby.." I sneered, but couldn't help the smirk on my lips as I rolled my eyes again.