She is Alpha, not Luna

3 - Permanent pitstop

Greyson

I’ve been busy lately and, for the first time ever, I found myself highly annoyed by the amount of work I had. I should have kept an eye on that pesky werewolf myself, but seeing how many souls I had to reap, I’m glad I’ve sent Blaze. Which reminds me, it’s time I summoned him for an update.

Avoiding to make an appearance wherever Sophia Stone is, even though my insides buzz to do just that, I summon the demon instead to report his findings. Never mind the rush I get upon thinking I will learn some more about her.

“Master!” The feline appearance is gone considering we’re no longer in the mortal world and there is no need for such delicacy, and I’m staring at Blaze’s preferred form. He’s most comfortable when in a body like a centaur with horns so twisted and sharp that even other demons are afraid.

Blaze is not able to change forms himself, but I can do that for him and by remaining loyal and doing my bidding, I allow him to take this one. His true form is so disgusting, scary and nightmarish that I wouldn’t wish to see it again, and I am the worst nightmare of all, which is saying a lot.

"Tell me Blaze, what did you find about Alpha Sophia Stone?" Saying her name out loud like that feels as if s****l noises are rolling off my tongue, complete with the feeling of wanting and needing more. I can only hope the demon didn’t see that on my face, otherwise I will not hear the end of it. 

Something is very wrong with me, it becomes as clear as day, for I have never felt… I have never felt. That's it. Plain and simple.

“She’s a very busy woman, but other than the normal stuff you would expect an Alpha to do, there is nothing.” The demon shrugs. 

"Impossible. She has to have some magic in her, or a deeper connection to the underworld for her to elude me like that." I snap at the useless demon. I would have imagined Blaze reporting back about how Sophia deals with the likes of witches and such. That would also explain how she is leading her pack by herself with no Alpha male claiming her and forcing a takeover. Wolves are like that, beasts, I tell you. Uncultured beasts.

"Say, Master, did you think for any second that maybe you let her return to the living… voluntarily?" He dares speak his idiotic theories while I was thinking about wolves.

"What is this nonsense, Blaze? She must have compelled me somehow." I glare at him, debating if it’s worth it to just end his pathetic existence or not. But then I would need another one to serve me and do the s**t I don’t like doing, so killing the demon is not an option just yet.

“Honestly Master. All she does is train and work all day. Except for the Beta which is close to her at all times, Alpha Stone doesn’t have much of a social life.” 

Interesting, I think about it for a moment. That contradicts the heavily drunk Alpha, who managed to get herself jumped by two moronic rogue wolves.

“Beta, did you say? Is it the same woman that was with her that night, perhaps?” I ask intrigued.

“Alana, yes. But she doesn’t like cats so much and except for the car ride to their pack, I haven’t been in the proximity of that one. She tends to avoid me or asks Sophia to keep me locked in her room. Her mate is not a fan of mine either/” The demon scoffs like he’s not enjoying sitting around and wasting oxygen all day.

“Well it looks like you are completely useless then.” I announce, making the demon flash fear in his eyes. His head bows down, horns almost grazing the ground, asking me for forgiveness. Like I care. 

“So what is she doing now?” I ask all of a sudden, surprising the demon.

Instead of ending his miserable existence like he was expecting, I keep asking questions, taking Blaze off guard.

“She’s trying to find out who wants her dead. Her suspicion lies on a group of friends they were with that night, but so far I don’t think she has any leads. She’s very frustrated and…”

“And what?” I snap, annoyed at his tension building.

“She’s becoming quite paranoid.” The demon whispers.

For some odd reason that catches my attention. She’s afraid. She’s afraid of something, or someone, yet she wasn’t afraid of me, was she? She successfully cheated me.

“Go back. Stick to her like glue, I don’t care if her Beta is allergic to you, wherever Sophia Stone goes, you go! Find out how she managed to save her soul from my scythe.” I order.

I thought I detected a little excitement in the demon’s eyes when he left, but it may be that Blaze is only happy not to be sent back to Hell.

Sophia

“Are you sure you want to do this alone?” Alana asks me for the hundredth time. She’s not used to not tagging along wherever I travel, and honestly I’m not either. But since the Lunas aren’t particularly letting their guards down when I have my Beta with me, I think it’s best if I do this alone.

“Positive. And actually, I wouldn’t be going alone, I have Mittens to keep me company.” I grin, patting the pet carrier where I have Mittens safely tucked inside, taking a nap. 

And I also have the four warriors that my father has asked to trail me wherever I go. Under any other circumstance, I would have fought my father on that, God knows I did it countless of times, but now I’ve gotten to the point where I am jumpy, suspicious, scared even. Hence why having the best of my warriors be close by puts me at ease somehow.

“So, Alpha, what’s the deal while you are gone? Who’s running the show?” Deacon asks me while prying Alana away from almost climbing in my bag.

“As usual. The old dog gets a few days out of retirement.” I giggle, mentioning my dad. I may be Alpha now, but he’s still more than fit to step in if needed. And secretly, I think he loves being weekend Alpha while I’m gone.

Deacon grunts an OK and I briefly narrow my eyes in his direction. Here I go getting paranoid again, while my Betas are worrying over my safety.

I bid Deacon and Alana goodbye and hurried to do the same with my parents. I really need to get a move on if I want to reach Lenox’s pack by nightfall. After brief hugs and promises that I will be careful and not lose the warriors that are following close behind, I settle in my car.

I’ve decided to visit my old roommate first, frankly, because I really want to eliminate her as a suspect. It would just kill me to know that the person that has shared not only a room with me while at the Academy, but also meals and complaints about how rough training is, ends up being the one that hates me enough to want me dead.

“What do you think, Mittens?” I pet the cat that is sprawled on my passenger seat. He merely purrs in reply, making me wish that I could shift into a cat and not a wolf. Another terrifying side effect of coming back after nearly having my soul reaped is that I have somehow lost my wolf. And if I lost my wolf, I can’t shift. And without being able to shift, I’m not much of an Alpha. But I know that my wolf is there somewhere, buried deep inside my soul, I just need to figure out how I can get her out again, but before I can do that, I need to see who I can trust to get me a damn good witch. If I manage to clear Lennox, her pack might have just the witch I need.

"We're going to find a witch that can help, won't we?" Again, I ask the cat, but if the black creature has never responded to anything I had rambled on about before, at the mention of finding a witch, he jumped up and started hissing at me, clawing at my hand until it drew blood.

The car went swerving and nearly went off the road. My hand is bleeding and my eyes are wide in shock and anger.

"I swear I'll stop the car and leave your ass in the middle of nowhere if you ever do that again." I glare at the black creature that refuses to stop hissing.

Our staredown is interrupted by my phone ringing and I answer it, the concerned voice of one of the warrior following me, filling the cab. I had to tell them I thought I saw a baby duck crossing and quickly hung up, returning to the cat which is still acting weird.

"Cut it out, or you are on your way to becoming a stray cat." I admonish the tiny thing. "Now, when we get to Lenox's pack, you behave and no pulling stunts like this one, especially if we manage to see that witch. She will take you. You know they love cats, right? And you just so happen to be a black cat." I try my best to c***k a joke, but again, the stupid cat scratches my arm, quite badly might I add.

This time, I am more careful not to cause any accidents, but I do stop on the side of the road and glaring at Mittens, I leave both him and the pet carrier a few feet away from traffic.

"I'm fine. Mittens just needed a pit stop. Permanent!" I all but growled at the men who stopped behind me to make sure I was alright. Neither of them dare to say anything, looking rather pleased that the cat is now left stranded.