Marcus's POV:
"You Look different. Act different. You've changed in ways I can't explain—but I notice," I say, my fear rising despite my effort to hide it.
I notice his expression change even without being able to see clearly.
"Well," he says, "you saw me lose both arms. Now they're back." He turns. "Take a walk with me."
I follow.
"That thing did this to me," he continues. "There's a lot I want to tell you, but I can't. We're being watched. This is classified."
After minutes of walking, we step outside—somewhere unfamiliar.
"Where are we?"
"Far enough for now," he replies.
Then he continues, "I woke up with my arms intact. According to the lieutenant, they bio-engineered replacements. But to make them work, they altered my DNA in ways mainstream science doesn't understand. There's more going on than we know."
I swallow hard.
"For the past few days, I've been exposed to things I can't explain."
"Are you still human?" I interrupt.
He chuckles, "Yes fully. I am still human—"
He looks at me. Slowly. Carefully.
I suddenly want to leave—but curiosity roots me in place.
"What did we see? What was that thing?"
"Even I don't fully know," he admits. "But it's powerful. The werewolves around here want it dead."
"Then why were we sent there?" I ask.
"Probably bait." He smiles. "There's a lot more you need to know—especially about that party. And I'm shocked."
"about?" I interrupt immediately.
"That you're not worried about your innocent mother," he says. "You left her surrounded by savages."
My eyes widen. My heart slams.
"You live in a city where we humans are prey," His grin widens. "All you care about is what you saw. That mission cost lives. Cost me my arm. Cost my normal life. You've always been selfish—so I'm not surprised."
He clicks his tongue. "You need to do better."
"There are many packs in this city," he continues. "Ranks. Authorities. But above them all is one Alpha—the strongest werewolf here."
He exhales sharply.
"I think he fears that thing we saw. And trust me—he's powerful."
I'm too invested and can't speak.
Then he looks down at me after brief silence. "There's something off about you."
I stare at him. "Huh?"
"You tracked that creature better than any of us," he continues. "You saw it closer than anyone. Even me—you're fast, incredibly strong as breaking an arm so effortlessly"
"Broke? It only dislocated."
We both pause— the energy felt so weird all of a sudden.
We hear sounds approaching, i turn towards the direction.
I catch it even from far away.
He looks at me—knowing that I know, probably before him. His eyes dim, but his attention shifts, clearly distracted by whatever that faint noise is.
"Shhh," he whispers suddenly. His body tenses. "You need to run. Now."
"What?" I whisper. "What's wrong?"
"He's here," Jeff says urgently. "Get out—run as fast as you can!"
"Who's here?"
"He's coming," he snaps. "Run—or he'll kill you!"
I turn to sprint—
But there's a violent rush through the grass.
He's already in front of me.
I slam into him—a huge body, about six foot seven. One collision is enough to tell me he's insanely strong, his frame solid like a wall I was never meant to hit.
I look up.
Familiar. Emotionless. Dark.
Beautiful eyes—filled with rage and something far worse.
This is going to end badly.
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Marcus's POV:
Here I am with a bunch of power-hungry and blood thirsty idiots I never liked all because my mother Elizabeth wouldn't let me rest until I attended her high—class elite party of the month. Just one of those days that leaves me reminiscing on the fact that things aren't really the way they look.
The smell of blood and alcohol pissed me off. The cycle of greed where these fools see humans as nothing but livestock and things to live off of.
Being the alpha doesn't mean you're actually supreme and you can change everything in the blink of an eye, you still have to answer to the hidden power. An authority that prefers to operate from behind the scenes.
All my life, I've been surrounded by people who want something from me. It's never genuine—and here? They're just here for the opportunity, fame, and power. Everyone wants to know the king of the city.
"Probably going to die lonely," I whisper, "But at least I have you Monalisa," feeling the vibration of my voice slip out sluggishly, as I exhale smoke from my huge cigarette, staring at the moon.
Lying at the very edge of the roof, I reach for her—Monalisa—but she's too far away. I lean on an arm, staring down at the blunt in my hand. The reflection of the crescent moon always makes things feel better. Even the wind feels different up here.
Then it hits me.
A sudden scent—familiar, pleasant, sharp.
I turn to my right immediately and inhale deeply, eyes shutting on instinct. A red rose-like smell, laced with blood. Nostalgic, reminding me of something, an event I can't remember but can't shake off. Reminiscing about it makes my heart race fast.
"It's far away." I recognize the scent in a way that leaves me determined to find it.
I stand, feeling drained, suffocated by stress—by everything I've faced these past weeks, and everything still waiting ahead. Running my palm through my hair, I take a step off the massive roof of the Echo Building.
The thrill floods my blood as the wind rushes past me nonstop—until my feet hit the ground.
Boom—I take off.
In the city of Banemont, you don't outrun an alpha like me easily. I'm the fastest there is.
Everything around me blurs— flash and boom it's gone. I rush past the field as the scent grows stronger, more familiar. Some werewolves are nearby; I can feel them closing in.
I rush through the grass as their conversation becomes clearer. Those aren't information mere humans should have access to.
I hear them even from this great distance.
We all have rare abilities. One of them is the power to halt and disperse our speed in an instant. Mine was different. I didn't disperse the speed—I absorbed every ounce of it.
And just like that I stopped—it never ceases to produce an explosive sound when that happens.
Bang!! With huge rush of wind.
Wow…
I can't believe I almost said that out loud. But she's beautiful in ways that makes my heart rejoice—her beauty creates this nostalgic feeling that makes my heart leap in joy, something I've never felt for a person, especially a human.
I can tell she's shocked as hell. Fear In Her eyes—dark and red. Perfect—send chills straight down my spine. There's something different about her presence. Deadly. Thrilling. Terrifying. She speaks my language without a single word, her gaze alone locking me in place. And her lips… gods, her lips are beautiful… lost in her gaze and her face.
Then the scent hits again.
The sting comes fast—sharp and unforgiving—followed by a sweet, suffocating rush, like honey soaked in her blood. Veins burn beneath her skin, as if something ancient has finally recognized its own.
The very first time I'm lusting after human blood. I can't explain these feelings. It's quite annoying.
I'm compelled to taste her blood!!