The Alpha’s Dark Revenge

Nikolai’s POV

I swerved my car into the opening beneath the cluster of trees, parking as quietly as I could. When I was done, I carefully made my way out of the car and moved toward my destination. I had to be quick this time as I had almost gotten caught the last time. The risks associated with my escapades were very high, but I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.

My brows furrowed in confusion when I came to face a wide field of nothing but empty space. Had they changed their minds? I was a hundred percent sure that they were supposed to be here. Unconvinced, I roamed round the field trying my best to be as quiet as possible. When I located a small cave-like opening in a nearby wall, I quickly transformed, ready to defend myself against any possible attack. I moved through the passage way quickly. There was no time. When I finally caught sight of a large piece of canvas covering what looked like a vehicle, I rushed to it, quickly pulling it off.

My face paled at the sight. A group of not less than twenty werewolves sat, shoulders humped in the back of a jail wagon. This time women and children had been included. They shivered in pain at intervals from the silver cuffs that were clasped around their hands and feet; which was designed to weaken them.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Anger burned through me as I swore internally. Jonas just keep adding to the list of reasons why I would not stop until I hunted him down and shred him into pieces. When I first discovered this, I was just two years in mourning of my precious Elle and I really didn’t care. But I knew it was something Elle would have wanted me to do. When I learned that Jonas Verbeck was behind it, it had given me more incentive. Jonas Verbeck had started the business of kidnapping and trafficking werewolves for profit, even more so when they were women and children. He specialized in weaker werewolves and younglings who were yet to transform into their wolf. When he had secured them he would torture them using silver to weaken their wolf and make sure they would never be strong enough. And then he would sell them off as servants and sex slaves.

One night, a year ago after I had gotten all the information about how they operated and where their hideout was, I had begun to plan. They usually kidnapped, tortured, placed them in a cell or anything of the sort, and then leave them there for a few hours. When they were ready to do business, they would come back for them later that night. My plan was to find out where they were held, be there a few hours before Jonas’ men, then free them and carry them off to a safehouse.

Inevitably, Jonas’ men had discovered that someone was interfering with their business plans and they had began to change their locations. But I still discovered it every time.

With no time to spare I kicked down the door of the jail wagon. The werewolves were to weak go to protest so they lay there, listless. The first thing I did was break the cuffs off their hands and feet. Some of them had already begun to bleed from the pain. My heart beat faster as I walked past, breaking the cuffs from each person. As I neared the last few ones, the sound of someone walking in stopped me dead in my tracks. I had been found.

Deciding that I’d die first before I let any member of the Monhowl pack get through me, I began to transform into my wolf.

“Stop!” I heard a gruff voice call out. “We don’t have time, they are on their way and we have to be quick. They will soon be able to sniff us out so we need to work fast.” The voice which I had now identified with the face of a man around my age.

“Who are you?” I spat still looking him over warily.

“That is not important at the moment. You want to save these people and so do I. Now if you’d stop asking questions we can get moving.”

Without waiting for my response, he waved his men forward. “Put them in groups, and drive quickly to the safehouse!” He barked, walking forward and breaking the silver cuffs off the last few people.

“How do you know where the safe house is?” I asked, still confused. I had been as secretive as possible. I didn’t know if I could trust him.

“I’ve been watching you,” He replied simply. “And you can decide not to trust me but right now you have no choice.”

I felt my jaw tic as he turned away. Although it pained me to admit, I couldn’t argue the fact that he was right.

He waved his men away as they carried the weakened wolves in groups and a few seconds after, I could hear the sound of their vehicles as they drove off, leaving me with the strange man.

As I made to question him, footsteps began to approach us. Saving my interrogation for later, I quickly transformed into my wolf, glancing at him as he did the same. The light brown fur of his wolf was one I didn’t recognize either.

Soon, the wolves of the Monhowl pack trickled into the cave. My ears burned with disappointment when I noted that Jonas was nowhere to be found amongst them.

When the wolf in charge saw the jail wagon bare he quickly charged. I easily threw off the first wolf that flew at me, knocking him out so hard that he fell against the wall with a whimper. I looked over to see the strange guy slashing through them, and I marveled at his bored expression. Who the hell was this guy?

As we finally got through every single one of them, we made for the exit only to be swarmed by a larger group.

We both retreated in shock. My first reaction to the sudden pain in my abdomen was shock as I looked down to see a silver knife buried deep in it. The second blow followed almost immediately as I found myself flying toward the wall. The cracking sound of my arm fracturing made me groan out in pain. Before I could recover, I was surrounded by a group of wolves. I tried to block off their blows with my arms as they landed blow after blow to every part of my body. I could feel my bones cracking as blood oozed out of my mouth. My wolf slowly began to weaken and I felt myself begin to shift into my human form. I didn’t want to end like this. It would mean letting Jonas win. I couldn’t let that happen… But I found myself weakening by the second.

All of a sudden I felt myself being dragged away. Too weak to fight, I started to struggle. But stopped when I saw that it was the strange man from earlier that was pulling me toward an exit. He had shifted to his human form and half his face was coated in blood and his lip was busted.

I managed to run as fast as I could until we were safely hidden in a cluster of trees.

“Can you walk?” He whispered. I ignored the pain shooting up my body and nodded.

He gave a short nod.

Before I could turn to thank him, he had vanished.

Weak but determined, I located the spot where I had parked my car. Finding it, I got in and began to drive home. I couldn’t let Jonas win… I wouldn’t. I would die first before that happens.

My vision was beginning to blur and the burning in my abdomen was increased twofold. But still I drove on.

Breathing with difficulty, I veered into the familiar road that would lead me home. I could feel my hand weakening on the steering, but I held steady. After a few moments of reckless driving, I made it.

Pushing the gates open with the last bit of strength, I had, I wobbled in. The last thing I saw was pitch black before my knees gave way.