All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

These guys aren’t like any shifters I’ve ever met before. They’re organised, clean and have access to vehicles. I’ve killed a lot of shifters since I left The Academy and they have always been huddled in the dark, scared of their own shadows and the world at large. Other girls from The Academy see them as not worth the time, which is how I’ve become known as the go-to for all shifter hits; it's why I was offered the job before Octavia was. “Reckon they come from some kind of group where all the girls are hot with blonde hair and blue eyes?” I hear one of the men ask. I can’t see him thanks to the bag over my head and I can’t remove it thanks to the cuffs and chains holding me in place. Like I said, these guys are organised. “You know, there was a guy way back in the day who preferred blondes with blue eyes.” That comes from a man in front of me; it's only thanks to all of my training that I’m able to figure out where the men are sitting without looking at them. “There was? What hap

The sounds of trees rustling and bugs crawling across the ground give way to complete silence; it's the unnatural kind of silence that tells me the area has been cleared of anyone who could give away where I am. The chains rattle with every step I take. Phelan is at my back and the other two guys are at my front. I could try to run but I’ll never get another chance to get this close to Gideon. If there is really a whole community living out here, then I need to get my job done so that they can continue living without The Judge coming down on them. I might seem like a monster to them but I’m nothing compared to the hell that will come if I fail. “Alpha wants her in the basement; the cell next to the other one is empty.” My ears strain to hear more about this other person; I have a sinking feeling in my gut that it's Octavia. It's how they knew where I was coming from and where I would stop for supplies; I can only hope that Octavia isn’t hurt too badly because I know only torture woul

Octavia is out cold. I’ve tried calling out to her a few times but other than the odd mumble, I’ve not received a response. My cage is big enough that I can stand up; I can take several steps to the side before hitting the bars and there is a small cot towards the back along with a bucket I’m sure is for relieving myself. I suppose in terms of a prison, I’ve been in worse but in terms of escape, this place is hell. The bars of the cage are built into the floor and ceiling, which means the concrete is blocking me in from the top and bottom, the bars themselves are almost as thick as my arm and the lock is strong enough that the few kicks I’ve delivered haven’t even made the door shake, let alone open. My plan was to escape from wherever the shifters put me, kill Gideon and run off into the night to collect my bounty. Octavia shivering and sweating in the cage across from me has put a serious dampener on any plan I try to come up with.“Maybe Master was right about connections.” I mutte