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Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

The bushes slightly opened as someone pushd through, then… Alpha Ralph came into our view. “You, traitor!” he roared so loud, eyes blazing at Jason. Not looking back at me, Jason ordered, “Go, now!” I slightly back away, but still didn’t ran. “But–” “I’ll kill you now!” Alpha Ralph started running toward us, jumping into the air. He transformed on his gigantic black wolf and roared that the place we were in seemed to shake from its vibration. Jason, in panic, turned his head and looked at me. Veins popped in his temple and neck as he shouted, “Go! Run, now! Now, Tessa! Run!”

Ralph panicked. Ralph groaned as he stepped on him harder. He winced at the pain. He's been tortured for a whole day. He tried to ignore the pain because he does not want to be humiliated by this man any further. His eyes suddenly widened and an agonizing scream tore from his blooded lips.

I was exploding with fear and terror as Ralph crouched over me. My whole body trembled, and then I heard a growl of a wolf; It wasn’t a mistake because I heard it loud and clear. Before I knew it, Ralph got off me, and with the speed of light, he and his driver pounced on the car. With barely any effort, I saw Ralph crash the tinted window, and the car sped off before he could launch another attack.

Ralph slammed on the brakes, which made the truck's tires skid on the wet pavement, stopping inches from the other car's bumper. "What the hell?" Ralph shouted, reaching for his radio to call in his situation when his window suddenly shattered. Ralph screamed, shielding his face from the glass. Before he could reach for a weapon under his seat, a gloved hand reached in to haul him out of the car. Three huge men stood over him. They wore expensive suits that were getting ruined in the rain. Dmitri Varga stepped forward. "Where is it?" Varga asked calmly. "Where is what?" Ralph gasped, clutching his bruised ribs. "It’s just computer parts! I don't have the keys to the back!"

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and snatched the glass from his hand. "Enough! You just had your stomach pumped yesterday! Do you have to treat your life like it's worthless? "She's only been gone a few days, and you're already destroying yourself. Why don't you just call Mabes and fix this?" Ralph's expression darkened even further. Under the silent stares of everyone present, he grabbed a bottle, chugged it down, and smashed it on the table before storming out. The cool night wind did nothing to calm Ralph's blazing fury.

He felt trapped. Ralph had been taking fighting lessons for the last four years; it was needed if he wanted to stand up to the Black Triad and Aldwin when he made a return. He was determined to learn everything possible, to become dangerous — and he had. He stood up from the floor, facing the mirror. His rugged reflection told him he was no longer the Ralph anyone remembered. He was a different man. He didn't like how he’d got here, but he had grown to embrace the outcome. He had the kind of power and recognition he could only have imagined, but it came from the underworld – a crime organisation in the depths of the grid, somewhere in the Chuy region. They call themselves the Kara Boru.

look. Ralph felt his pockets again and eventually removed his watch from his wrist. “Will you take the watch? It’s expensive, around 40 grand.” “40 grand?!” The driver took the watch and examined it suspiciously. He did not want to believe Ralph, but it was late, and Ralph did not seem to be able to pay. Not wanting to waste more time, the driver rubbed the watch’s face and said, “F*ck it. It’s just my unlucky day.”

Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.

Ralph said. “Yes I wanted to leave. So what?” he said. Ralph grabbed his jaw and began to squeeze. He screamed in pain. “Was that you?” Ralph barked. “Please let me go” he begged. “Don’t! Don’t make this any harder” Ralph thundered. He squeezed it harder. “Yes it was me!” he screamed in pain. That was how he explained everything. He had planned with the rogues on that day, Ralph left the pack for a meeting.