Chapter 5 She's My Weakness

• Blake’s POV
• I drove Lyra home, but I didn’t want anyone to see me. And even if someone had seen me, I wouldn’t want to be in a situation where I would need to introduce myself, or questions asked. That had been my greatest fear and one of the reasons I don't visit people's homes. Generally, werewolves were bound to lay their heads low and this had not a law, but kind of treaty that was initiated to still keep us alive.
• I couldn’t get over what I felt when I was there with her. The softness of her touch, the peace in her eyes, the glory in her cleavage, sent shivers down my spine.
• The serenity of her voice, too, was heaven to my lungs. When I came close to her, her scent was overpowering— a mixture of cinnamon and rare autumn flowers. I stood a few distances away to make sure that I wouldn’t dare misbehave, for I pride myself as someone raised with high moral standards— Orderliness, composure and integrity had been my thing.
• Any attempt I made to get her images out of me was met with a futile effort because it lingered. How could I possibly shake off something so special? Her presence left an indelible mark, hard to delete.
• Lyra called me a stranger. That was a name nobody has ever called me before. No one dared to do that in the Pack house.
• I liked it.
• I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps, I liked the way she mentioned it. Apart from my mother, she was the only girl I had granted her request after I had originally said no.
• Lyra was not in a good condition and I couldn’t afford to watch her get hurt. The normal me, nonetheless, would have cared less, but I had to drive her home upon her request. I made sure she got home safely before I hurriedly left. I was surprised as well. It was as though she enchanted me.
• “You should cut yourself some slack, Alpha,” Billy told me, “It’s not the first time you have seen a girl, after all.”
• Billy was my wolf. He lives inside of me, and he is the one I take his form when I turn. We could literally have a conversation as though I was talking to someone. I could also ask for his help when I think I needed it. Though I had full control of my wolf, but there were times when things could go south and Billy would have the best part of me.
• In our world, our wolf lives within us as our other half. They are our shadows; come rain, come shine. They are always there so far we are breathing. We are them, they are us.
• “But it’s the first time I got to meet Lyra,” I said. “And you know the way I feel for her, she's something special.”
• “But you almost had her killed. You should think about your plan next time carefully before you have someone’s daughter executed,” Billy bemoaned.
• I frowned.
• He was right. I had come to the mountain with my Beta, Vic, just to relax since I had nothing to do in the park. Vic and I were chilling when I felt a strong pull somewhere in the mountain.
• I tracked this force and I saw Lyra. But hiding and watching her from a far tree branch would never get me anywhere close, so I came up with a plan. I wanted Vic to scare them, maybe get them to separate so I could have the chance to speak to her privately. But unfortunately, everything went south.
• It was never my plan to attack her friends or anyone else that came with her. Everything that happened was not as envisaged, and I wondered how the hell it happened.
• My mood automatically changed. I called for my Beta. He came without a delay. “You summoned me, Alpha,” Vic said as he entered my room. He was in a white vest and plain brown trousers. Vic looked as mean and serious as a werewolf should look: tall, agile, sharp eyes, quick. His white silvery hair had a few shades of black— this way he had been since he was a boy.
• I stood from my bed angrily. He had just come a little closer, I gave him a punch that sent him to my wardrobe. I lurched into him immediately without giving him a space, I grabbed him and made him stand on his feet. I swiped in a slap on his left side, and he fell across the metal table in my room.
• Vic and I shared our friendship and childhood together. In fact, in my twenty-five years of age, I never remembered fighting him even as a child— except during training. But not today. I wasn’t sure how Lyra was able to make me do this. I wouldn’t tolerate a strand of her hair getting hurt.
• “Easy, Alpha,” my wolf, Billy, whispered. “Easy, easier, easiest. You need to grasp the concept of tenses to understand this. English language is my favourite topic.”
• I breathed and ignored answering him. I didn’t hit my beta further. Vic stood on his feet with a bleeding lower lip. “Alpha,” he said and bowed, his basso voice calm. He didn't give me an attitude, no edge to his voice. He spoke freely. “I am at your service.”
• I caught my breath. “Who asked you to attack those girls? You did not do as you were instructed.” I took a breath. “Do you want to raise dust? What exactly were you thinking?”
• He raised his head. “Attack them?”
• “Yes.” I nodded once.
• He shook his head. “I didn’t attack anyone, Alpha. I had used the services of Ethan, but he did as I instructed him.”
• I narrowed my brows. “You mean you didn’t attack anyone out there in the woods?”
• “No, Alpha,” he said.
• “Hmm,” I said. I was confused.
• “But—”
• “But what?”
• “I think something else did. Someone else was there.”
• “What?” I frowned. “What the hell? How is that fucking possible?”
• “Maybe someone was having an orgy party before ya'll came,” Billy opined, and gave a rueful chuckle.
• “I wish I knew how to answer that. We’ve been the only Park in the forest for years. There’s a possibility that we are no longer the only ones around. It is too big here,” Vic said, wiping blood away from his lips with the back of his palms.
• “Too big,” I said. “Which means—”
• “Which means it is highly likely that somewhere, somehow, another werewolf might have found his way up here.”
• “This is strange.”
• He breathed. “Alpha,” he said, and I looked. “It might suffice to say that we may not be here alone.”
• A bell rang in my head as Vic just told me we may not be here alone. The last surviving werewolves of the last century had made a pledge to disappear and live in secret. There was a purge of the werewolf world in the middle of 1800. The werewolves of that era became terror against themselves and their human population. The purge was so intense that any werewolf caught existing would be publicly hanged and used to set an example. This led to the SUMMIT OF THE WEREWOLF ALPHAS in the early 1900.
• In the secret gathering, there was an agreement that the remaining werewolves must stay hidden and exhibit a nature of no violence, even if a situation arises where their presence must be announced.
• A rogue wolf appearing out of the blue and attempting to kill a human would be self-destructive per se to our shared interest and would blow our cover. It might bring up public disgust again against us. I should have killed that wolf, should have destroyed him, I thought.
• “This looks bad,” I said.
• “Pretty bad,” Vic told me. “I’m sorry I didn’t do enough to protect them.”
• “That’s okay,” I said. I didn’t apologize. It is not in my place as the Alpha to apologize to my Beta. “I think you should send out Ethan and his team to patrol the forest. They should bring words if they see anything out of the ordinary.”
• He bowed. “That would be communicated immediately, Alpha.”
• “Close the door on your way out.”
• Vic bowed again and walked out through the door. I went back to my bed and sat down. I gave a little more thought to what Vic had told me.
• Vic rarely lied about anything. That means he had told me nothing but the truth. I phased out that angle of him making an attempt to lie to protect himself. The fact that I was sure that Vic knew what he was saying, he feared me more. I could smell trouble, but I couldn’t tell how deep the trouble was or when it was coming.
• I sighed.
• “Tada! Someone’s silly enough not to apologize after making a wrong assumption.” Billy bellowed. “Don’t be too proud, Alpha.”
• I ignored him. I put my hands behind my head and my gaze on the ceiling. I tried to relax. I have had a rough experience anyway, and I was still tired. A little.
• “Do you know that the concep—t. . .”
• “Shut up, Billy,” I said, cutting him off.
• “Or?”
• “Or you won’t eat.”
• “If my brain still serves me correctly, Alpha,” Billy bemoaned. “You should know if I don’t eat, you don’t eat as well.”
• “Then I won’t eat, Billy, and I promise you that.” I stood up.
• “Okay, okay,” he said. “I promise to shut up.”
• “You better do.”