Kairo tiptoed through the hall, carefully stepping on certain planks so that they didn't creak and alert any pack members that could be awake. His heart rate was so slow that he could've passed as asleep, but there he was, in the middle of the night with wicked intentions. Glancing around, the man slipped into the corridor and walked towards the Alpha's office.
Once he reached the door, the man stood outside for a few minutes, delicately pulling out his precious stained knife and admiring it. Everything was going according to plan and it was only a matter of time before he was to leave. He caught a reflection of his crimson eyes on the blade and immediately remembered his task.
The silence was deafening as he placed his ear on the door and listened for any movements. Using his heightened senses, he could hear the creaks of a chair which meant that either the Alpha was getting up or sitting down and sipping a beverage. Taking this chance, Kairo twisted the door knob ever so slightly with his glove covered hand and pushed it fully open. Revealing the Alpha to be exactly where he had predicted, seated on a leather chair.
Alpha Keat's eyes left his laptop and froze on Kairo's glowing ones. It was as if he already knew what was going to happen and accepted his fate. The Alpha did not put up a fight, he simply shut his laptop and closed his eyes. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, it was almost as if the Alpha had been waiting for his turn. He knew that he had committed grave sins and that his time to pay for them had come.
Kairo took some steps forward, he now stood behind the Alpha with a knife to his throat.
"May the Moon Goddess Celeste never forgive you for your sins." Kairo said before he slit the Alpha's throat and let the blood run down. He waited until the blood turned purple, which meant that the poison had worked, then began to make his leave.
Placing the blood-stained knife on the table, he opened the window calmly and jumped out as the heavy scent of death slowly began filling the room. Landing with a grunt, he did a light jog towards a tree he had marked previously and hid behind it as he waited for the guards to realise that their Alpha had died.
Night Guards specialised in blending in with the trees and darkness, meaning that even for a Lycan, it was impossible to spot them unless they revealed themselves.
When an Alpha dies, the bond between him and his pack fades away. The feeling is unmistakable and it is instant, which is why the guards immediately dropped their duties and hurried to go see their Alpha. This left the perfect opening for Kairo to run past the border between The Red Moon Pack and The Red Star Pack, making him safe.
A sigh that he hadn't been aware he was holding escaped his lips, the feeling of the leaves crunching up underneath his shoes brought a sense of comfort. Although he had been killing Alphas and Betas for years, the guilt that came a few minutes after the act was overwhelming. It would've definitely been enough to keep a normal wolf from killing again but not him. Not after what they had done to his pack.
Slipping the gloves off, Kairo ran his pale hand through his locks and glanced up at the moonlit sky. With every passing day, the pain and burden never lightened. Time was meant to heal but for him, it did the opposite. He struggled to cope with everything and the only thing that made him feel better was knowing that he was stopping the same thing that had happened to him, from happening to other people.
Although some might argue that what he was doing was playing God, Kairo didn't care. He was doing what he believed was right and anyone who disagreed could shove their opinion up their asses. Unfortunately for him, that happened to be the majority of the werewolf population.
"What's the plan for tonight?" Hayes asked, licking his black paws.
A cool breeze kissed the male's cheeks as he hurried home.
"Same as always. I'm going to bed." Kairo sighed, the sight of the pack house brought him ease. His late night endeavours took a lot of energy from him.
"Aren't you getting tired?" He asked, the Lycan sat up on all fours with his crimson eyes burning brightly.
"Yeah I am. But there's not much for us to do." Pushing the door open, he walked inside and shut it behind him.
The scent of dust attacked his nostrils as he rushed up the creaky stairs towards his bedroom. Darkness consumed the whole house and cobwebs decorated the walls and furniture. This wasn't a house anymore, it was a distant memory of what it used to be.
"You do realise that we will get caught eventually, right?"
"At least then we will die knowing we did something to make the world a better place." Kairo replied with a groan, he didn't understand why Hayes couldn't just let things flow.
"Well I'm tired, it's been six years. I think it's time we moved on." The Lycan huffed, he was clearly getting frustrated.
Ignoring Hayes, Kairo slipped into his bed and shut his eyes. He could see the Lycan snarl his teeth in annoyance before walking off into the darkness of his mind. Although Christopher's scent no longer filled the room or lingered on the bedsheets, he still remembered it and remembered the moments they had shared in this very bed. He clung onto the memories so hard that without them, he would cease to exist.
No one else remembered his pack. If he just died, no one would be left to remember the Great Red Star Pack. All Kairo wanted was justice for his pack but they couldn't give him that, so he took it by force. He killed every single person that had been involved in the massacre and after that, he killed every one who was attempting to do the same thing to another pack.
A single tear ran down his face as he thought about his life. It had been six years since the massacre and he was still in the same place they had left him. Except this time he wasn't depressed, he was angry. Kairo was always fucking angry.
He wasn't the only angry, lonely werewolf tonight.
[...]
"Your Majesty, another Alpha has been murdered." A servant spoke from outside his room.
"Inform them that I am on my way." He spoke as he rose up from his chair and shut his laptop.
"As you wish."
Marcellus stood before the mirror and looked at his reflection. He didn't even recognise himself anymore. The person he saw was a stranger. His black hair was gelled back neatly, showing his forehead and natural brows. Black, lifeless eyes stared back at him, revealing the truth about his life and feelings. However, the King put black sunglasses on to cover his soulless eyes as it would be easy for his people to catch on to what was happening to him.
Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he saw the multiple text messages from Alphas. All of them desperately asking for an explanation on how they were to step forward. With a deep breath, the King put his phone in his pocket and walked out of his room and towards the parking lot of the castle. Everyone who saw him bowed and paid their respects as he strode past them.
Once he reached the Red Moon Pack, the people parted like water when they saw him walk towards the crime scene. He stood outside and watched the police take pictures of the body and all the evidence.
"It was that bloody K.O wolf, wasn't it?" One of the Alphas snarled to his friend.
Marcellus rubbed his stubbly chin as he observed what was happening. The King was left in awe at how this wolf had managed to get away with so many murders for so long. His crime scenes were neat and he never pierced the victim more than once. Another thing was how he always left the knife right next to the body, he was mocking the police. Could anyone blame him, he had gotten away with more than fifty murders in the past six years.
Arrogance was inevitable.
The King had long figured out what his pattern was. All the men that wounded up dead at his hands were evil, senile men. Their deaths revealed that many of them had been laundering money, raping pack members and much more. Meaning that this wolf did not kill without a reason.
He was playing God and he was very good at it.
'I'd like to meet him just once, even if it costs me my life.' He thought to himself as he watched one of the police officers pick up the knife and place it in an evidence bag.
His interest was piqued, it had been for a while now.