The King Arrives

Alpha Kain felt sweat slick his back as the black Maybach pulled over. Black polished shoes stepped down and circled the car to open the back door. A man with a severe look alighted, thick cigar in his mouth, and falcon eyes surveyed Clearwater's entourage with contempt. After he got down, a slim woman in a seductive red dress followed after him, clinging to his arm. "Darling, is this the place? It's so small." She walked delicately, as if the ground were made of trash. "Alpha Kain of Clearwater Pack greets you, sire." Alpha Kain bowed low. The Alpha King did not reply; instead, he stared down at the group. Beside Alpha Kain, Beta Charl's chubby under jaw jiggled in fear, and sweat lined his forehead. He couldn't wait to wash his hands off the Princely Heir's disappearance; the Alpha King was too imposing! Fear gripped Alpha Kain's heart as he remained in a bowing position. Three weeks had passed since the disappearance of his son and the Princely Heir; a message had come from the Royal pack, and they knew there was no more hiding it. So he waited for the Alpha King's pardon. It did not come quickly; some time passed before the Alpha King barked a short laugh. "Rise, Alpha, there is no need for such formalities. If one didn't know, they would think I'm imposing upon you." Alpha Kain shivered. "They wouldn't dare!" He slowly raised himself. "I heard your son is missing as well?" The King asked, more of a statement; Alpha Kain was sure the Alpha King would have gotten all the details of the case long before his arrival. He still answered anyway. "Yes, sire, they both went missing at the same time." The Alpha King chuckled. "Is it not possible that the children went off to play?" "F-for three weeks, sire?" The woman beside the King tittered. "The princely heir can be rather silly sometimes." She grabbed the King's hand and rubbed her stomach, her cheeks flushed like an innocent girl's, but her eyes held a calculating light. "I pray to the moon goddess that I bring you a son soon." The Alpha King took his hand away. "Behave, woman." Although his voice was stern, you could see the doting in his eyes. The woman pouted but remained silent. Alpha Kain cast a glance at her. Although she had on heavy and mature makeup, he was sure under the color was a young she-wolf. When he met her eyes, she glared at him. "This way, sire." Alpha Killian led him into the Pack House. The place had been scrubbed clean from head to toe. Yet as the Alpha King's entourage walked in, the place might as well have been filled with filth. "Has there been any more feral attacks since the last report?" The King asked. "Not in our pack, sire. But Blue Moon pack, a close neighbor, recently had an attack; unfortunately, we were not able to be of assistance." "Ah, a shame. Survivors?" Alpha Kain's fist clenched. With the stress of the missing boys and pressure from the well-thought-out attacks from ferals, he was too busy protecting their hide that he didn't realize Blue Moon was in trouble until the battle was all over. "There were no survivors." "Hmm, a shame indeed. Well, I will soon be sending out some of my best men to find my son, and yours too, of course." "Thank you for your kindness, Sire." Alpha Kain bowed. The king waved his hand in dismissal. "Leave us, all of you." Everyone trickled out till only the Alpha King and his escort were left. Before the door shut, Alpha Kain caught a look of dread in her eyes. He knew what was about to happen, but he couldn't exactly help her; she chose to be there. *** Three men left Clearwater that evening. They were special tracking wolves. As long as their target left a scent, they could track it. With the hope of the boys being found soon, Alpha Kain finally relaxed. At Unity, Sinbad was locked up in his cell. He lay on the plain white bed without moving. He was incredibly pale, and his sunken eyes stared at the ceiling. When the door opened, he didn't react. Booted feet marched into the room. They were his familiar guards charged with taking him to the experiment room. The thinner one sneered. "The dog's not barking today, eh?" His partner laughed. "They broke him so quickly." When he still didn't react, the thin one nudged him with the butt of his gun. "Is he dead?" The other one frowned. "He was fine when they returned him last night... let's take him anyway; what they do with him is no business of ours." They didn't bother chaining him as usual; instead, they picked him up, one person on each side. Sinbad's feet dragged behind them. On the way, they spoke to each other. "That shit must be painful as hell," said the thin guy. "What?" "What they're doing to the dog. I caught a glimpse yesterday, and fuck I'm sure I couldn't survive a minute of that." Number two shrugged. "They don't pay us to care. Besides, it's a monster; I'm sure it has killed a ton of good people. It deserves what it's getting and worse." Between them, Sinbad sneered in his mind. The bastards! He had never hurt a human before! They rarely even met humans unless to do business! But they were right about one thing; he was a monster. After the first few days, although the silver still hurt like hell, the electrocution barely tingled. But he still cooperatively yelled every time it was turned on. With his hands unchained, today is the day he escapes from these psychopaths. He slowly shifted. The thin man was the first to notice as Sinbad's arms buffed up. The man turned back and met Sinbad's blood-red eyes. He screamed and reached for his gun. Sinbad's clawed hand shot forward, easily digging into his chest. Blood spurted out, dyeing Sinbad's fur red; the man fell in a lifeless heap, blood pooled beneath him. The man's partner shot at Sinbad. A bullet pierced Sinbad's arm. The unbelievable pain made him curse. The fucking bullets were made from silver! He should have known. "Stand down, or I shoot," the man threatened. He could only subdue him, but he couldn't kill the experiment, or the organization will have his head. A live werewolf subject was rare, and he knew it. Sinbad sensed his hesitation and smiled. "Well, do it! Shoot me!" Sinbad taunted. Bang. Fuck! Another bullet to his arm. "STAND DOWN," the man repeated. The silver hurt so much he couldn't even completely shift. But he was formidable just like this. His ears twitched at the pitter-patter of boots. Reinforcements were coming. He had to deal with this bastard quickly. "Awuuu," Sinbad howled and charged forward. He dodged the bullets flying at him; a few caught him in the shoulder, and he almost staggered when he felt the sting in his thigh, but he kept charging forward. The man finally realized the bullets were not stopping him, so he turned tail and ran. Sinbad slashed down, and the man dropped like a stone.