Alpha Prime: Her Retribution

Chapter Four

By the time we got back to Samara's cabin, it was evening. Sensing my dark mood, she left me to attend to her bræw. Sitting on the bed, I pulled my duffel bag to me, ruffling through the contents. When my eyes landed on the pills, I had only two left.

That's odd... I was so sure I packed more than that.

Frowning, I did a quick calculation in my head. Each pill lasted for two days, depending on the strength of the wolf. For a lycan, I knew it was diminished to a day or less than that. I had only two choices at this point.

Skip a pill and risk being sniffed out or carrying out my attack.

Both were risky; I didn't know the Mont Blanc area enough to actually make my way around being caught. On the other hand, I could skip the pill for a couple of days and continue observing with the hope that the effects don't wear off immediately.

Cursing and running my fingers through my hair, I wondered what I was going to do. I could not afford to turn back when I was this close. Everything would have been for nothing.

"Emma, could you please help me with this?" Samara called from outside the cabin. I zipped up my bag and made my way out of the hut. She was at the back, placing a couple of strange purple flowers into a large iron cauldron filled to the brim with a dark liquid before stirring it in. The flowers dissolved immediately, the dark liquid glowing before it turned a dark blue colour.

"What is that?" I asked, staring at it. I had never seen anything like it before.

"Bræw," she answered. "It's an old family secret. The wolves seem to like it, and it's a favourite of the Alpha Prime."

I nodded, leaning against the wall, watching as she used a ladle to pour some into a cup before taking a sip. She hummed in approval before offering me the cup. I raised a brow, staring at the contents of the cup as if it were going to lunge at me.

"Try it. You might like it." She cajoled. I sighed, taking the cup from her hand and taking a sip.

It tasted like shite.

"f*****g hell!!! That tastes like old wellies."I cried out, my accent coming out more than I would have liked. I spat it out, gagging. Samara laughed, her shoulders shaking in mirth. I shot her a glare, wiping my mouth with my arm.

"It is an acquired taste." She conceded.

"How on earth can they drink this?" I asked. She shrugged, grabbing a long rubber tube and placing one end into the cauldron.

"Can you help me with that barrel?" She asked, pointing to it. I walked over, rolling it in her direction, grunting at the weight.

"Why is this larger than the rest?" I asked, watching her place the other end of the tube into the empty barrel.

"This particular one is heading to the Alpha's cabin." She replied. I stiffened at that, carefully moving away from it.

"Years ago, a woman was passing through," she began. I frowned, confused.

What was she talking about?

"I'm sorry... what?"

"You asked me why they take the bræw," she said, reminding me.

Oh…

"Yeah." I nodded. She blew air into the tube, creating enough suction, and before I knew it, the liquid was travelling into the empty barrel through the tube, the blue liquid sloshing and gleaming in the moonlight.

"I was relatively new, but I had knowledge of what they were. Anyway, the woman was a guest at the Alpha, and she bought some from me as a gift to him. I guess he must have really loved it because he decided to come down here by himself to talk to me about supplying his pack with bræw in exchange for free passage to their land to buy whatever I needed." She explained.

I nodded and watched in silence as she worked, helping her bring the barrels closer to the cauldron while she filled them and we covered them with the wooden lids.

By the time we were done, it was late in the night. She lit a fire in the fire pit, and we sat around it, my mind far away. I still had to find a way to get through the security checkpoints and into his cabin, but it seemed impossible; the area was too secured.

"Penny, what are your thoughts?" She asked, staring at me over the fire. I shrugged, forcing a smile before shaking my head.

"Just exhausted. I think I am going to head to bed." I answered, she nodded, and I got to my feet, walking to the cabin and closing the door behind me. Laying on the bed, I stared up at the wooden ceiling.

Think... Adelaide... Think.

I huffed, sitting to fluff the pillow before laying back on my side.

Yes!!!

Like a lit lightbulb, the idea came to my head immediately. Giddy, I sat back up. It was a risky one, but it would work.

Tomorrow I would leave Samara's cabin, come up with an excuse that I needed to go back since I was healed, then come back at night and sneak into the barrel, heading for his house.

Chewing on my nail, I weighed the risks. If the barrel gets opened for a security check before we get to the cabin, I am screwed. But then again, this was the only sure way for me to sneak into the area.

With my mind firmly made up, I pulled the itchy covers over my body and drifted to sleep. In two days, Jacob Mont Blanc would be dead to this world, and I would relish it.

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I woke up to Samara humming as she stirred something in the pot over the fire.

"Good morning." I began stretching.

"Good morning, Emma." She replied. "How did you sleep?"

"It was okay." I answered, getting up and making the bed.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" I inquired, looking around.

"Not really; come sit and have breakfast with me. We can practise more after our meal."

Ugh

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes, deciding to just put my plan into motion. I cleared my throat and approached her.

"About that?" I started taking a seat opposite her. "My shoulder's all healed, and I was thinking of heading back into town. I should be thinking of going back home."

The light in her eyes dimmed, but she nodded.

"True, does this mean you aren't interested in exploring more about your gift?" I sighed at her question.

"I guess not all of us are meant to access our gifts, but I wanted to thank you for your hospitality and your attempts at teaching me." I replied, and the side of her eyes crinkled as a smile took over her face.

"You're welcome, Emma. When do you plan on leaving?" She asked.

"In the afternoon. I still want to spend a bit more time with you." I replied genuinely. I might have used her to get information and as a way to infiltrate the pack, but I actually did enjoy her company.

If the circumstances had been different, I would have invited her to come to England with me, but something told me she would refuse. She had a special connection with this place; even a blind man could sense it.

"You never told me where you are from?" She inquired, passing me a bowl of soup.

"Nottinghamshire is a small town 3 hours away from London." I answered that it was not a complete lie. Silverstone had been a couple of hours away from London. It had been a popular destination for both humans and werewolves.

The humans came to see the legendary Silver Stones, which were massive stones made of pure, unadulterated silver. Legend has it that a stream used to pass through the rocks, and the first Alpha Prime took a drink from the water, thus giving his descendants silver black hair and making us immune to silver and its dangers.

The government, in agreement with Alpha Prime at the time, deemed the place a protected natural landmark in order to protect the members of the pack from prying eyes.

As far as humans were concerned, the mass deaths were the result of an explosion underground, which released a massive amount of toxins that poisoned the indigenous people, killing them in their sleep. The Council had the government ban any human from venturing to the place, declaring it a radioactive area.

Pulling myself from the depressing thoughts, I took a spoon full of the soup. savouring the taste. My mind went to Liam, and I wondered if he was at the consulate or if he had gone back home in anger at what I did. I was not sorry for my actions, and I would have repeated them a thousand times over.

I could not afford for him to get hurt; I would have never forgiven myself. Pushing thoughts about him to the back of my mind, I concentrated on the present.

After breakfast, I offered to wash the bowls. We spent the rest of the morning talking as I helped her around the house.

Finally, it was 2:00 p.m.I checked my bag to see if I had forgotten anything. Picking it up, I walked out of the cabin. She was at the back of the cabin.

"Samara, I'm leaving." I said. She looked up, the sad look back. Wiping her hands on her dress, she approached me, and I let her pull me into a hug.

"Thank you for everything." I said, clasping her hands in mine.

"It's nothing. Stay safe." She replied, smiling. She walked me to the clearing, and I walked into the forest, glancing back to see her waving. I waved back and trudged on.

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I stopped about half an hour away from Samara's cabin. Looking around, I spotted a cave and made my way to the entrance. It wasn't as deep as I expected, but it would do. It would shield me from view, and that was all I needed.

I placed my duffel on the cave floor, using my feet to push away the dead grass. The last thing I needed was something crawling up my shirt. I was a lycan, but that didn't mean I was not afraid of bugs. I pulled out a jacket from my duffel bag and scrunched it into a makeshift pillow, placing it against a rock.

I dug into the bag and brought out the silver magnum, cradling it between my hands. I sighed, stuffing it back into the bag before laying my head down on the pillow. I had skipped today's pill, and I was starting to feel the effects of the pills leaving my body, and it was draining. My eyes fluttered closed, and I drifted off.

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I was back in her cave. Groaning, I looked around for a sharp-edged stone or anything that would cause me enough pain to jolt me out of this connection.

"You're making a mistake." Her soft voice came from behind me. I sighed, turning to face the glowing light that embodied her.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion." I retorted, moving through her, and the light parted before regrouping in front of me. I rolled my eyes and walked around her.

"Killing the Alpha Prime is not going to bring your parents back. It will only cause more pain."

I stiffened, halting in my stride before turning to her.

"Do I look like f*****g Santa Claus? I am here for one thing only, and that is to cause Jacob Montblanc the most amount of pain before I end his miserable existence."

"Don't do this, Adelaide."

"Do what? Avenge my family?" I questioned stepping closer to her. "I prayed to you for years to punish him for his crimes. You never answered—not even a pulse of reassurance. I nearly lost my sanity, and now that I am so close to achieving my aim, you're talking to me about not causing pain to others." I spat, turned on my heels, and made my way to the opening of the cave.

"Killing him won't get rid of your anger." She whispered softly. I ignored her, staring at the plunging 50-foot waterfall drop at the entrance of the cave. Closing my eyes, I fell.