Elijah stood still, his gaze fix on the man before him
Much like an older version of Elijah
Same brown eyes but beneath those brown eyes is where pure evil lies
Half naked with muscular broad chest with heavy hair strands on it
" Long time no see brother" The man said, a grin plaster on his cold demeanour face as he slowly advance forward
Standing in front of his psychopath brother Elijah could feel the heat coursing through his veins
A man who would kill hundreds just to get what he wants – a figure who doesn't care about the decisions all he want and seeks for is the authority
" What do you want Craig " Elijah calmly ask his voice echoed just as the calm sea but one would notice the heat and coldness in his voice
Craig make a soft chuckled sound, his cold expression unchanging as he close in against his brother his gaze not leaving his
" How about I ask what do you want "
Hearing those words Elijah couldn't help but felt the sting in those words clenching his fist in anger while trying to suppress the anger boiling inside him
" Why did you stop my hunt that night "
" I should and I did " Elijah said bursting up in frustration and anger " you took the mundane life as just livestock killing them like chicken breeds "
" Mundane, when did you start to care about the humans " Craig sneered back in anger " it doesn't concern you on who I feeds on or how I got my belly filled"
Even though Elijah knows better than anyone that his brother is a sturbon and an arrogant figure blind by the pride of being an alpha – he couldn't talk sense into him
After trying for several minutes to stop his elder brother it all proves abortive, He is the family eldest son and also the alpha of the ruthless pack of werewolves The Crescent
" This discussion is over " Craig said halting the heating argument his brows furrowed in anger " I never wanted to do this but you gave me less choice "
" I gave it a second thought thinking you would be back to your senses and let you back into the pack " Craig pause sniffing in the air, his eyes turning bright gold " …..right now I have no choice "
With blur speed of movement Craig appear right before him slapping him hard across the face the impact sending him crashing backwards – crashing roughly on the ground
" You are rogue I guess no one would care about you now "
If it was done by another person it would have been a forgotten case but against his own brother Elijah knows better than to react – apart from being an alpha
He is a ruthless being
Elijah grows in anger, hearing those words ' Rogue only make him more angry
" The next time this happen " Craig said turning around shifting his head to the edge of his shoulder " I won't give it a second thought "
Like the lightening, he disappeared with speed as if he wasn't there all this while
" Damn it " Elijah scoffs in anger standing up from the ground his face consort in anger and rage – in seconds he made it disappeared under his calm face
He made to walk away when he noticed something, staring downwards a drips shot of blood lies on the dry leaves
His brows furrowed in confusion having the strong doubts of whether the blood had come out from him or it was just a coincidence
The werewolves curse were known for one of their powers – hard skin that was nearly indestructible except to some mortal instruments and nature
A blow to the face wouldn't have force out blood from him just like that, the thought of that only make him more confused
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Amara walks gently out of the bathroom her hairs soaked in water that gently drip on her light brown skin, she settled her amber brown eyes to a side of the bed and there was her diary
A giant blue book,
Walking close towards it she opens it to the last page
Reading the content she wrote in there she sigh before closing it again
After all that had happened today she has been stress out her head full with different wandering thought that scream answers
A stranger coming to save her
The claw scratch on her arm turning to be something more serious
She lie gently on her bed her hand caressing the bandage covering the scratch,
Even no matter how hard she tried to fight it off she couldn't shake of the feeling that all this wasn't normal
A start of what she hadn't hope for, A start that could change her whole journey from a normal journalist to something else
After few minutes of being drown in her own thoughts she finally finds her breath again shutting her eyes close
Trying to make herself fall asleep but she couldn't shake of the strange feelings – the thought of someone or something watching over her all the time
Thud!??
A soft thud could be heard forcing her to jolt her eyes open as if waiting for this the whole time – darting her eyes to the window side
It was slightly open the cold wind finding their way through, the coldness filling the room gradually
" Who's there " She said but it was of no use since she was asking no one in particular, no one's there – she could hear her brain yelling at her stupidness
Groaning softly she rub the surface of the bandage covering the claws scratch as if feeling some life from it
' I need to rest, all of this isn't real '
She said to herself laying her back down again
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Amara slowly open her eyes, the morning rays of the sunlight seeping through the room brighten the space
She yawn standing up from her bed,
She lifted her gaze outside the window to see the already busy street just by seeing that she could tell her time was fast gone
' am late ''
She stood up advancing forward when she sight the alarm right before her, not that it was strange to her – but the number display on the alarm make her shock to the bones
12:46
' Damn it '
She cursed angrily with regret dashing forward into the bathroom as fast as she could
The thought of who was in charge of the company alone want to make her pee on herself
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The metallic door slids up open everyone attention drawn towards the figure who coming in, Amara Rhodes
Amara could tell easily by the way all of their gaze were locked on hers – No staff must arrive above the regulation time which was 10: 00
And here she is arriving at 1:00 pm, if there is one thing she is sure of that's – trouble
' You are dead Amara ' her head screams the words at her, if there is one thing right she is afraid of most that's – Alexander Cain