Disclaimer: multiple point of view here we need to feel everyone's choices.
Since the full moon, every member of the pack had been looking for Alpha Drey. Warriors scoured the ridges, trackers crawled along the riverbanks, and even Beta Anita led a team through the darkest part of the woods. Yet no one, not even she, had been able to pick up his scent.
Each dawn they came back empty-handed, their eyes filled with the same fear: without an alpha, the pack was already beginning to fray, and their enemies could use this opportunity to attack the pack, so they all hid the news of his disappearance. This was not the first time he had disappeared after a full moon before…
Drey POV:
I allowed myself to be injected for her. My wolf couldn't bear it. I was not going to let anyone my heart called for die before me again.
My wolf had been unable to shift out since the night of the full moon. I've been hearing voices in my head, and occasionally my eyes go red, but when I feel her stroking my fur, my eyes clear out. I wanted to howl and run out in the woods. Knowing I couldn't control my urge to devour any longer, and if I went berserk, I'd be burned to death. I've heard tales of werewolves that were burned.
My pack. My people. They were unable to find me because I didn't smell like myself anymore.
Before I left the pack, I had burned my scent with incense. I couldn't let anyone discover Becky was human or something more; I couldn't figure it out, and I won't allow them to harm her. But now I really needed their help to find me the antidote to that injection; it had left something feral in me.
I wouldn't let Becky see me like this. If I couldn't shift back soon, and the old man was banned from ever entering our pack, he's been giving me a lot of help, but none of it seems to work.
Heat was beginning to crawl under my skin like I was being burned. My vision turned red, and every scent was blood. I heard Becky's voice; it was now an echo going distant, like she was leaving me. The only sound that still reached me was her running away from me. My claws tore grooves into the floorboards. I couldn't hold the pain much longer…
Becky's POV:
"Drey?" I whispered. His eyes, usually gold-black, had gone almost red. He was panting, all his fur stood on end, and his body was quivering. When his claws sliced the floor again, I flinched but didn't run. He turned around, knocking things, and let out a beastly howl!
The old man ran out, "Alpha, please…" but he was knocked away as he sprawled on the floor, blood flowing from his arm; he was injured.
"Blacky!!" I shouted, but I didn't run from him. I was fearless. "It's me," I said, sliding closer. "You saved me, remember? Breathe. Please don't hurt him; he saved us," I cried out.
His movement slowed as if thinking of what I just said; in the next moment the growl rose, then faded. I moved closer again. My fingers buried themselves in his fur, stroking and petting him. The tremor in his body slowed. I let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes turned black again.
"Please don't ever scare me, Blacky," I said, hugging it tight. The old man had gotten up and was cleaning his wound. I walked to him.
"Let me help you, old man," I offered.
"Don't worry, my child; I can do this little thing," he sighed sorrowfully. He continued, "This is little compared to the great danger ahead. I can't protect him anymore. I must go to his people."
"His people?" I asked, "Please, old man, let me go with you. If you knew his people, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"They'll devour you; they hate your kind. Even if you're not fully human, you have yet to uncover your other side, so it's too early," he added.
Making me remember the strange power I had yet to master, "About your friend you said I should live with after blacky goes back to his people, I want to meet him, old man," I told him what's been bothering me. I needed to discover myself to go and save my mother and break free from this cursed city. I wish to live a normal life and watch my mom grow old beside me.
Later, when the old man thought I was asleep, I heard him slip out. I got up and followed him through the woods. I could feel the air change around there. I was surprisingly able to mask my breath. Was this part of the strange power? I kept following him, then he got to a place that had a high wall. Was this a boundary?
Through the cracked wall where I was hiding, I saw him kneel at the boundary, his hands clasped, crying for the pack to listen. "Don't kill the messenger," he cried. "Your Alpha is in danger; he needs to be saved," he begged the dark trees. "Would you want him to be burned?" In the cold forest, rain started falling, but he kept on kneeling there. My heart twisted in pain. Why couldn't anyone listen to this old man?
I returned and saw blacky sleeping peacefully, not like the werewolf who had gone berserk today; he was so peaceful.
I don't trust them. I don't even know who they are. But if there's even a chance to save him, I have to try.
Making up my mind to go find the man who sent the paper, if working for him would make blacky safe, I would do it. I know they wanted Drey, but I had nothing to do with Drey, but for blacky my heart was already drawn to him.
The address in the letter led me to an abandoned train shed at the edge of the city. It was dark, but now wasn't the time for fear. I had something I liked, and I wanted to save it. My footsteps echoed as I stepped in. My heart hammered so hard I could hear it.
Someone moved in the shadows. A tall figure stepped into the light, gloved hands clasped behind his back, a mask hiding his face. The same mask from my kidnapping. I'm sure he was the real boss, but he had another person give blacky the injection that day.
"Well," his voice echoed in the dark. "Look who we have here." He laughed mockingly.
I froze. I wanted to run away. Did I make the wrong choice? How could the devil have a change of heart? But I was already here.
"You were the one who sent me the note, so how could I not be here?" I mocked him back.
"You're such a fan of me you have so many men and even werewolves working for you, but it's just a weak girl you can't seem to let her be, be"I I added, laughing at his face.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting through the mask. "But you're the one who came this time to find me on your own will."
Behind me the door clicked shut. The little bulb flickered. My palms were slick with sweat.
"I'll do anything," I said before I could stop myself. "Just give me the antidote."
A slow smile curved under the mask. "Oh, you will," he murmured.
He reached into his coat and drew out a small bottle of greenish liquid, holding it between two fingers like a prize. My eyes shone bright.
"This," he said, "is the only thing standing between your wolf and the fate of being burned. It's your choice to make, but there's a price."
"What price?" My voice cracked.
He didn't answer. Instead he dropped the bottle into a small steel case, closed it shut with a click, and tossed it high into the air. It landed behind him with a metallic ring.
"Step closer," he ordered, "if you want to know."
My feet moved before my mind did. He leaned close enough for me to feel his breath through the mask. "Welcome, Becky," he whispered. "Now, tell me… how far are you willing to go to save him?"
"Shall we make a deal? he asked. "Yes, I'm willing," I answered back.
"There's someone out there I want to ruin with your power; you will help me," he said softly. "In exchange, the wolf you call Blacky will be saved."
My stomach tightened. "Ruined?" But what was this someone to me compared to Blacky bleeding in my arms?
I stared at the antidote. All I could hear was the wolf's labored breathing back at the hut and the sight of the old man kneeling under the rain crying for help. The masked man leaned close. "Decide quickly. Blacky's life for my enemy downfall. Do we have a deal?"