Chapter 35- The Mysterious Alpha.
"What do you know." I asked with my voice lowering an octave.
The man just sat staring at me. After what felt like forever he finished off his glass of whiskey and set the glass down.
"I know that you are a pure-blood. One of the last pure-blood done by the old rituals." He said as he stood from his seat.
Walking over to me, keeping eye contact the whole time.
"Wow! It's crazy meeting a living ritual pure-blood." he said with a voice filled with wonder.
"Umm I am confused. What are you talking about." I asked, taking a step back.
Seeming to catch on the man put forth his hand for me to shake. I clasped it and officially offered my name.
"Alex."
"Ryker. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise."
A long silence followed as Ryker would not let go of my hand and kept shaking it.
Finally I couldn't stand the silence any more and spoke up.
"So are you going to explain to me about this legend of yours."
Ryker nodded, let go of my hand and walked towards the back of the bar. Bidding me to follow into its depths.
The old wooden door creaked as he opened it. Inside sat a large desk made out of mahogany judging by the smell.
Ryker closed the door behind me after I entered and then circled around his desk to sit in his big throne style chair. I sat on the smaller chair in front of his desk.
This was clearly a power move done by him and not at all subtle. I don't know if I scared him or if he was just a weak minded man that wanted to show false bravado.
I didn't care anymore, I just wanted whatever answers he had and then leave Olivia was waiting for me at home.
"Cut to the chase I don't have all day, RYKER." I said emphasizing his name.
The fake smile that was on his face instantly vanished as he lead forward on his desk. No more did he have his relaxed atmosphere and posture he was all business now.
"Tch. You really know how to be a buzzkill you know that."
I hear that's my best quality."
"Yeah right. Anyways the legends don't say much just that a ritual pure-blood will either destroy the world or rule over it."
'Seriously that is the legend that the Werewolves of this world have. What kind of cliché bullshit prophecy is that. God damnit I seriously just wasted my time with this idiot for nothing.'
I shot up from my chair and walked towards the door.
"Next time don't waste my time." I said as I left the room.
I walked through the bar where everyone was starting to wake up. I made sure to step on the fat drunkard one last time before I left and headed down the street, towards home.
I had things to contemplate.
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