Damian
I drove home alone. Unable to think clearly after shaking her hand.
I felt a jolt just as we touched and something flashed before my eyes. I didn't see much of it. But it was enough to tell me that she was the one.
That she was meant for me.
I could trace her to where she lived. After all I already had her scent on me. But I didn't just want to show up out of the blue. She'd become so protective of herself and it might ruin the whole thing.
Especially for me.
What to do?
I got home, poured myself a cup of Dussie and sat in my recliner staring at the moon through the open window. It called to my inner wolf but I wasn't even ready for that. I didn't listen.
I just wanted to know her. We just parted ways and I didn't even get to know her name.
I turned to my computer. Turned it on and proceeded to get to work.
There was this research that I was working on and I needed to get it done as fast as possible.
The werewolf clans were at war with the witches. And it was an ancient feud that saw no hope on ending in the nearest future.
Except I did something about it.
The search for the silver Cauldron had been on my mind and even on the lips of our most eldest Lycans. But it was kept secret because of the news went out that the werewolves were looking for the one thing that could give them an advantage over the witches, then it would only get harder.
I was tasked with finding that silver Cauldron. Though, there were people on the board who thought it was only a myth and that it such power never existed.
Regardless, the Alpha leader of the whole werewolf clan, Alpha Weiss, didn't think it was all a myth. And that was the reason I was looking for something that might just be a wild goose chase.
There was a thought at the back of my mind and it kept telling me that the witches would also be looking for the same thing that I was. And if they found me, then it might just be beddy bye.
I pulled up a map of Seattle and began looking for possible locations that I could visit and check for the whereabouts of the silver Cauldron.
I had already marked out some places with the X sign. Those that I had checked and found nothing. Good for me, I had not met with any resistance from the witches or those working for them as spies. I wondered why they would use humans as their informants. Probably because they were expendable and paying them was much more cheaper than getting the right people to do the job.
I leaned back in my recliner. Searching for the next location, I wondered if one of them would be the exact location she lived.
She had intruded into my thoughts, again. Wasn't sure if I would be able to work that night.
My phone rang and I checked the caller ID. Sure, it was about time that Weiss talked to me and demanded feedback.
Unfortunately, last night was another dead end. The man wouldn't be happy to hear me tell him that.
I answered the call and let him speak first.
"Damian," he said.
"Weiss."
"It's been a while since we last talked."
"Have you been busy?" I asked, as if I didn't know that.
"You can't possibly begin to imagine what I have been attending to, Damian."
And he was right. Being at the helm of affairs when your whole clans were in the middle of an ancient war with witches, wasn't something that brought moments of sleep or rest to your head.
"How is it going?" I asked. I wasn't at the frontline of the madness. My task was to look for the silver Cauldron and that meant I got to stay away from the brutal scenes. Not that I was scared of it anyway.
"I should be the one asking you that, Damian. How is it going at your end?"
I paused before I answered his question. "Last night was another dead end."
He sighed deeply. Spoke to someone at the other end of the line, probably demanding for his vape.
"Last night was another dead end, you say?" he repeated and ended with a question, as if he wanted to be sure that he had heard me right.
"I got to the location and couldn't find what we needed, Weiss. It was all quiet out there."
"Did you notice anything else?" Weiss asked.
"Anything like what?"
"Was there an hideout and those involved had cleared out already?" he asked.
I thought about what he had said and found an hidden meaning to it. He must be onto something, the man.
"No. It didn't look like an hideout. If there had been people there, I would have known."
"I see."
"What do you see? Tell me. I know you are into something, Weiss. Anything you know can help me."
"I believe we have a traitor in our clan," he declared.
Well, that struck me as odd. I looked at the map again and counted the number of Xs. "A traitor? How possible is that? Or how sure are you that it is true?"
"Seventy per cent sure. The witches have never had this advantage over us before. In all the years we have been at war against them. Suddenly, they seem to elude us every damn time we come close to dealing with them."
"I thought you weren't in support of the war."
"I'm just not in support of years of madness repeating itself over and over. But since the Consortium doesn't want to be reasoned with, then we respond with violence."
"We can't give them what they want?"
"What they want is our obliteration, Damian. We can't give them that. Now you have been given a task to make sure that doesn't happen. You know how important finding that silver Cauldron is, don't you?"
"I do."
"Tell me."
"It's the only way we can have victory over the witches," I said.
"Good. Now, don't fail us. Or our blood will be on your hands."