My Long Lost Mate

The heat that came from the blazing fire brought warmth—I mean, a lot more than warmth. It was burning the bodies of the rogues as if they were the fuel to its raging ember. The fire crept up to their bodies, burning their flesh, devouring everything that dares to stand on its path only leaving ashes and dust behind.

The fiery fire danced beautifully along with the bodies that so desperately tried to stop it from burning them, though it was of no use as it will only be a matter of time before they succumb to the flames. No matter how much effort was given, the fire didn't cease its reign of terror.

What was initially thought to be the day where they rose to glory turned out to be the day they fell to the depths of hell. Thundering screams that shouted pain and agony could be heard throughout the mountain, and yet, it sounded like a beautiful harmony to my ears.

Did I perhaps sound a little too psychotic? But what do I do, I'm just very ecstatic to finally destroy the cause of my problems. You don't even know how much paperwork that I need to go through whenever they create a mess. Not to mention I still have to bear the Alpha's rampage when things didn't go well with his likings. What a life, I know.

Leonard who was left alone looked at his surroundings frantically, his eyes wide in surprise and mouth agape. He was looking around, but not at the burning rogues. It was as if he was searching for something... or someone.

"Do you like the surprise?" I teased, drawing his attention to me from whatever he was searching for, "I bet you do, this is like the best surprise ever. It's our gratitude for the gift you gave us before."

The man glared, "What are you going to do if your precious Luna is here? You don't even know where she is."

"And you know?" A mocking laugh escaped my lips, I couldn't believe what I've just heard. Is he stupid or what? "Why do you think the Alpha didn't come here to carry out the so-called deal you made if his woman is still here? You know he will literally do anything to save her."

I waited for the stupefied Leonard to answer my question but it seemed like his stupid brain couldn't manage to find the answer so I offered him a little help, "Well, it's because he doesn't need your stupid deal to save her. That's why I'm here," I sent him a wink, "Not for the deal, but for you."

"There's no way that you could know where she is being detained," he said as he wiped the sweat on his face, laughing awkwardly to hide his nervousness.

"I must say yes way, Leonard," I grinned making the man clench his jaw, balling his fist. He leered at his surroundings before turning his body around, trying to make a run for his life. Just as he turned his back, a punch came flying straight to his face and knocked the man to the ground due to the force given, "Aw, Jack, don't be so harsh on him. He just wanted to play tag."

"Yeah? Then I'll kill you if I catch you, how about it?" Jack smirked, giving a generous offer to the rogue. Leonard glared daggers at him but accepted his offer regardless, "I'll give you ten seconds to run," said Jack.

Leonard hurriedly stood up, using all his might to run as far as possible in those precious ten seconds. But what he didn't know was that Jack had placed his foot on his shirt, making him fall back to the ground when he tried to stand. As he fell to his former position, he looked up, his face was full of disbelief when he stared at Jack, "You fuċkɨnġ ȧsshole."

Jack, shameless as he was, counted down the ten seconds while still stepping on Leonard's shirt to prevent him from running. Leonard desperately took his shirt off to free himself, but when he did take it off, Jack, unfortunately, had finished counting,"...five...ten."

"Since when the number after five is ten?!" he protested, not liking the way Jack's brain worked.

"I am the one counting so it's my rule," Jack answered nonchalantly as he held Leonard against the ground. I, who was watching the whole scene unfold was trying my best to hold back my laughter and called the warriors to take Jack's place on holding the rogue down. It was only at times like this that I do like Jack.

"You never had any intention of letting me run, did you?"

"How smart of you," Jack taunted the man and received a low growl as an angry reply from Leonard. Looking at how irked he was, he will probably shift anytime soon now. It will be in our best interest to prevent him from doing so.

[Did you bring me what I asked for?] I mind-linked Zeke, the one who was ȧssigned to lead the warriors. Instead of answering my question, he came running to me and handed me the thing I requested for. He indeed was a man of few words, just like what I've heard.

He gave me a thing that was covered in a cloth which I accept with pŀėȧsurė. I opened the cloth slightly to take a look at the object inside, careful as to not make any direct contact with it. I nodded in satisfaction when I caught sight of the silver handcuffs beneath it.

As werewolves were pretty much allergic to silver, it will weaken any werewolves by a mere touch of it. The skin that came in contact with silver will immediately burn, and our healing abilities will work slower. The longer a werewolf came in contact with silver, the weaker they will be. They will lose all of their heightened abilities and eventually be as weak as humans. Silver to werewolves was as scary as holy water to satans.

As it was hard holding the handcuff and opening it while still using a cloth to overlay it, I severed the hands of the dead rogues laying on the ground and used them to touch the silver. Since they were already burned, the touch of the silver didn't cause any changes to them. I pulled the cloth, using and moving those hands as if they were my own to open the lock. After successfully opening the lock, I walked over to Leonard gleefully.

When Leonard caught sight of the handcuffs in my—rogues' hands, his pupils became dilated and he instantly struggled to break away from the warriors' grasp as if knowing what will happen to him. Like I said before, he will try to shift as to escape from us and that thought was deemed correct.

His body was starting to enlarge with his bones cracking here and there, claws elongated—but the transformation soon came to a halt when Jack choked him by placing his hand on his throat, "I don't like playing too many games, Leonard."

"That's enough, you might end up killing him," I told Jack as I put the handcuffs on Leonard who hissed to the burn, "He is the Alpha's prey, remember?" I threw the hands to the ground and kindly smiled at the man but was returned with a scowl. Geez, talk about manners.

Before leaving the place, I decided to take a look inside the place they were hiding in. Fortunately, the shacks were untouched by the fire as it was distanced away from where the rogues were gathered. Just as I stepped my feet inside their shacks, I knew that was the worst decision that I've ever taken in my whole life.

The place was dirty, like terribly dirty. Countless trashes were scattered all over the place, and the floor was incredibly sticky... with God knows what. Many living or dead rats, ċȯċkroaches, flies, and many others live amongst the mess. Different kinds of poops were also there, giving a great contribution in decorating the whole place to be all the more disgusting. I looked up to the ceiling, only to find numerous spider webs also with its owner.

My nose was giving up its job to smell as it couldn't bear the excruciating stench that came from this place. It was horrible, the worst I've ever smelt. Rotten foods, excrements, carcasses, a combination that I've never imagined I would ever smell. Cleaning was my favorite thing to do but if I have to clean this place, then I might as well die. What a wonderful place.

"J-Jack..." I tapped on his shoulders vehemently, "I think I'm going to faint."

Jack didn't give a damn about me fainting and kept on walking inside, stepping on whatever on his paths. I scrunched up my face, holding my breath as I went further to the unknown. I followed behind Jack strenuously, regretting my life decision in every step I took. We better find something here—if not, then I'm going to kill Leonard for creating this fuċkɨnġ mess. How dare him...

While I was busy muttering curses, I finally noticed the floor was no longer covered with garbage. The wooden floor was for once clean and could be seen clearly—I repeat, it was clean!! I jerked my head up to see the room I was in, happy to at least find somewhere cleaner. Though I couldn't say it was clean, it was visibly better than before. The room was pretty much empty, only a few wooden boxes were seen laying around.

"What is inside?" I asked Jack who had opened one of the boxes.

Jack turned around while holding what he had picked up from the box, "Werewolves' hearts," his face was grim, jaw clenching.

I unconsciously let out a growl as I saw what was on his hands. It was the hearts of our people, the ones who they had mercilessly killed. What kind of joke is this? Why did they compile all of those hearts?

[Check all of the shacks here] I ordered my men and glanced at Jack, "We should show this to Luke."

As Jack agreed with my suggestion, we carried all of the boxes out to take them back with us. We couldn't possibly leave them here, even with the rogues all dead. It was once what kept our people alive, what allowed us to make numerous precious memories with all those people.

After carrying all of the boxes out, I waited for my men to finish checking out all the shacks. When they all have finished, we found a few more boxes of hearts, a few potions, and a young kid. Whose kid is this? He looked like he was no older than three years old, his clothes were battered and dirty.

"Who are you?" I asked the young boy. He hid behind the legs of the warrior who brought him out, staring at me with his innocent eyes.

"Papa told me to not answer any question from a stranger," he answered after a few minutes of staring. I sighed, why does he have to make my job harder?

I walked over to the kid and crouched down to level with him, giving him the best smile I could afford to show at the moment. "Then, you don't have to answer me. Just nod your head if what I said is true, okay?"

He pressed his lips together and nodded his head, complying with what I've just asked him to. "Is that man over there your dad?" I pointed to Leonard who was on his knees, seemingly weak due to the silver.

When the young boy followed my finger and saw Leonard, his eyes immediately lit up, a smile decorating his small face. Looking at his reaction, he certainly was Leonard's son. He was just going to run to Leonard before I caught him, at the same time knocking him out, "Sorry, kid."

I handed him to one of my warriors, "Stay behind, don't let Leonard see him."

What kind of luck is this? Leonard having a kid, it was new to me. This kid must be what he was searching for before. It was fortunate that he was inside the shacks, if not, he might be dead now and we couldn't possibly use him against Leonard.

I ambled to where Leonard was, smiling at the man as if I have just found a treasure. I hunched down and patted the man on his head,

"Off we go, shall we?"