Disclaimer: multiple pov written.
Becky's POV:
I lunged at him, dagger raised.
A hand like a steel trap caught my wrist mid-swing. The blade stopped a breath from his chest. Heat shot up my arm as I strained against him, teeth clenched.
"Who sent you?" he demanded, his voice low and rough.
"A female in such a dangerous mission. Why are you here?"
My throat locked; if I spoke, he would know who I was. The image of Blacky getting burned snapped me out of my head. I couldn't lose.
I attacked again, channeling my mind to see if I could break in, but I spurted blood as he stared at me, almost hesitating but charging further. The dagger trembled in my grip, his strength crushing mine, but I forced my legs to move. My heel slammed into his shin. He hissed but didn't let go.
"Answer me!" he barked, tightening his hold. With his free hand, he reached for my mask. The fabric tore. Cold night air brushed my cheek as the moonlight shone bright on me. For an instant his eyes widened in disbelief. "You—?"
I froze, heart kicking hard. He'd seen my face. I twisted, kicking off the stones, shoving against his chest. His grip slipped. I stumbled back, covering my face up quickly. Today was a suicide mission. If I failed, I would lose Blacky, but now he saw my face. Could I leave here unscattered?
The wolves supporting me were already retreating; some shifted, jumping over the wall. Anita's people surged forward, howls rising. The tide had turned.
Here I was cornered and battered. Just then a figure flew through the fence, slicing everything that stopped his path.
A gloved hand grabbed my arm from behind. I spun and found myself staring up at the man in the mask. I could only see his eyes radiating under the moon, his body towering over me.
"You hesitated," he hissed. His grip tightened as he swung his sword. "Finish it now."
Drey lunged at the man in the mask, and this was my chance. My head screamed, Stab him, kill him, end it. My arm trembled.
I raised the dagger, lunging for him. A blur of grey cut across my vision. A wolf leapt between us. My blade sank deep into its ribs instead of the Masked Man's chest. Smoke hissed from the wound, curling up my arm. The wolf writhed, eyes rolling white as it collapsed, whining.
"Fuck!" My hands trembled, and the knife slipped and fell.
"No!" The scream ripped from my throat. I. I saw how the smoke came out. I wanted to save one wolf that was dear to me, and now I had harmed another person's dear wolf.
For a heartbeat everything slowed: Drey shouting beside me, Anita's wolf snapping at an enemy, the courtyard slick with blood and moonlight.
Then the Masked Man seized me by the waist, using the moment to drag me backwards into the shadows.
"We have to leave now!" he snarled.
I staggered after him, half-dragged, half-running. Behind us, Drey's voice broke across the courtyard, raw and shocked, calling something I couldn't make out.
I risked one glance back. He was reaching for me, pale and furious, eyes locked on mine. Tripping over, I brushed my legs, the masked man bent down, carrying me on his shoulder as we escaped through the woods.
The stench of blood and smoke clung to my skin.
Why was he saving me? I wondered. He could easily abandon me to take the fall for tonight.
A loud siren sound came from a distance. "Police," someone hissed.
The humans.
"Our pact with them was clear: no bloodshed where they could see. Break it, and the city would burn and drive us out."
The masked man shouted, urging his men as we all escaped.
Now I had to find a chance to sneak out to check on Blacky, but my body ached as the world turned black around me.
Drey POV:
It was Becky. I saw her. She had run away from the old man's house before I got the antidote. My heart ached, but I couldn't look for her, not in this state. Now she appears before me as a killer.
What if everything from the beginning was all their plan, and yet I sacrificed myself for her? Was I such a fool?
"Quick, call the pack doctors, and someone go get the old man!!" I shouted the person who had jumped into the knife was one of my loyal guards; he had been in this villa since he was a child.
"Alpha, are you hurt?" Anita's voice was laced with concern.
"No, but he's hurt," I replied, my eyes red and filled with rage.
"Did you see the face of the lady? She had a lot of stamina and took down most of our men," Anita asked.
"H-How would I know?" I lied. Until I find Becky and demand an answer, I can't just rat her out.
"So you like her," my wolf purred. "Hey, go to sleep. I thought you were supposed to be resting," I shouted back at my wolf, clearly not giving room for more teasing.
Walking inside, the guard that was stabbed lay there writhing in pain; the pack doctor's eyes furrowed in confusion. "Alpha, that knife was poisoned," he said after some time.
"Don't I know who would bring out smoke from being stabbed?" I glared at him. "Find the solution; he must be saved," I added, walking out.
"Do you know why she wanted to kill me?" I asked my wolf.
". ." I was met with silence. It seems my wolf was sulking after being scolded. He had pride even more than mine.
Her blonde hair flickering as she fought, always stabbing gracefully, and her eyes when she discovered I had seen her face I kept on replaying every moment. Why would a girl be so much trouble I had to look for her?
- - -
"She's unconscious, boss. What should we do with her now?" one of the masked men asked.
"Take her to her room; she's used a lot of her strength," he answered flatly. "She couldn't even do her part; let's kill her to silence her," one replied. He was the fat one she insulted the first day.
"Do you dare disobey me?" the masked man asked, raising his head. "No, boss, we are sorry," they answered, dropping her in her room.
The mission was unsuccessful, as Alpha didn't get stabbed, but the one that was stabbed would either die or lose his wolfing abilities if he managed to survive.
The masked man sat in silence, biting his fingers that were now red. Clearly agitated about today, planning his next move at the same time, heart in turmoil for why he couldn't bring himself to hurt her even after failing her mission.
- - -
In another part of the city, a man with a scar on his face laughed. "So she wasn't even human and was on our team. I should have broken her bones."
"Don't worry, they are fighting against themselves now. We can slowly take those damn werewolves off this city. Let them fight themselves for now," his right-hand man said.
"You think the pack knows she a werewolf and how their alpha risks his life for her? Why don't we spread news of their alpha falling in love with a human?" An evil smile spread on the lips of a certain man.
. "Gabriel, you are smart; that's why I saved you that night," the boss said. "But how will this benefit us?"
"You know they'll try to protect her, thereby causing her more harm, and also we can kill her mother. That's her weakness. Let's see if she unleashes her full powers," Gabriel laughed.
"That's why I need you. We'll plan this slowly," the boss said.
- - -
Becky POV:
I woke up with my head throbbing with pain. The room smelled of blood and disinfectant. My wound had been dressed.
Where was the masked man? Was he angry? Would he kill blacky because of my failure? I thought.
I lifted my hand, flexing my finger; this time claws slid out gleaming under the light. Relief washing over me.
Earlier in the courtyard, no matter how I tried, nothing had come. But now the wolf inside me stirred again.
I needed my power no matter how hard I hated it. After seeing how the weak were easily torn apart, I knew only the strong survived here.
Then Blacky's face flashed in my mind: the chains, the threat of fire, the way he had whimpered instead of growled. Guilt burned deeper into my heart.
I slid off the bed, ignoring the ache. I was going to find him.
The corridors outside were dim and quiet, the guards either gone or asleep. I let my claws flicker in and out, testing their strength as I crept along.
I made it out into the night. Only the moon shone bright as if guiding my path. Every step made my injured leg hurt more, but I pushed on until the crooked little hut came into view. The old man's hut.
I reached for the door, heart hammering. "Please be safe," I murmured.
I pushed the door open. Cold air washed over me. The hut was dark. Shelves bare. No smell of herbs or candle wax. No, old man. No wolf. Just silence.
My claws slid out on reflex, trembling. "No…"
I staggered back into the night, lungs burning. Only one person here could answer me. I limped down the corridor to his chamber.
It was dark, and his mask lay on the bed, my claws out, pressed on his neck. "Where's the wolf?"