C1 The dead bird
"Death has no game to play when it comes to an Alpha’s duty to protect his pack, he has no choice of getting hurt and sacrificing his life for others to be safe, the silver syndicate pack has rules withstanding, and your brothers are out there at the street fighting against each other because of sovereignty" fridolf announced to Jason while removing the feathers of a falcon that was stuck to his skin.
"How the bird died would be a mystery to be revealed sooner or later, three birds have been struck dead before the full moon appears" Jason replied gazing at the staled blood on his skin.
"The bird was killed by you out of your edict of carelessness, your leadership to the pack has been nothing but pain to be remembered" Fridolf angrily let out.
For the death of the falcon that would have been protected and respected but decides to die, which was now a problem.
“Don’t talk to me about honorable challenges or noble duels from the ancient sagas. My honor is in the eyes of my friends and family, not on a bird that chooses to die rather than live in this ruthless world, it would die anyway, I have kept my family and friends alive in my way. All the nobility I have comes from the fact that my pack gets by night after night with none of us being buried.
When I face a fight, I zig instead of zag, and I don't play nice."Jason has no other choice than to put up a dispute with the elder who has been vigilant of the dead falcon, believing that the goddess of the moon would send a message before the full moon appears.
Jason Dominic cradled the dead bird in his cupped hand, feathers rustled in the breeze lingering through the alleyway as he crouched there. The dry blood clotting smeared sticky at the back of his palm.
"I want to walk out alive because my life's on the line. I don't care if I am remembered or not, I just want to be alive and be noticed, nothing more" he wandered his eyes around to seek an ideal spot to bury the falcon and give out the spirit where it belonged.
Fridolf gazes at him with an awful stare, he won't do anything because he is just a healer, an elderly creature that only gives out advice, he would not say otherwise to the leader of the pack, Alpha, that cannot rule but causes harm and fear to his pack.
Jason turned the bird to and fro, with his clawed fingers which has given the dead bird a mark that could not be wiped off, he sucked in air through his clenched teeth which was a habit of his whenever he thinks, and he was thinking of the sight of the dead bird that he is sick of seeing.
He buried the falcon arm- deep in a dumpster, using his clawed long fingers he scratched down the earth to cover the dead falcon and walked away, Fridolf followed him from behind.
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Lily Amore, an omega in the silver syndicate pack growl in pain, she was assigned the duty to take care of the three sons of the max family in the pack, with a wounded arm that was cursed by the BLOOD TALON, she strives to perform her duty with loyalty, a personal slave to the beta family.
"I do not know if you were issued a death certificate and rejected it because of some reason best known to your high spirit" Tommy addressed Lily as he scanned with his red eyes all over her until he noticed a mark that looks like a clotted blood that has long been smeared on the hairy skin.
"Sir, the office suite is ready " Lily replied in a soft tone, guarding the wounded scar on her left arm, scared that it might be an Alpha that bite off her skin which turns to be a very deep wound if the table turns to favor her fate, she will die of an incurable wound and her blood will be for a hunt.
"Is this a dent that was offered to you when you were bitten by one of the blood talons or __" Tommy stepped forward to her, maintaining a still glare, he held her tight to himself and pushed her away abruptly the moment he heard a marching troop. Looked through the open window with bone smeared blood on each werewolf, shivering and afraid, he started hitting buttons.
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Jason was the first person to see them coming over the line, they kept low to the ground and kept coming in pairs, each one covering his partners as smart wolves should do. Fridolf saw the bone ritual knife held by the leader of the troop, which he assumes as the Alpha.
They passed Jason and Fridolf by and headed to their orrery.
"They are the bone shadows tribe and are ready to sacrifice blood to the moon," Fridolf said, taking hold of himself with his clawed fingers, he supported himself with a standing tree.
" Why are they heading towards my territory, if it is blood they want?"Jason was ready to sacrifice one of his pack mates to save himself, they were trying very hard to keep silent and unseen, but they were not good enough.
Grigori the Alpha of the bone shadow tribe knew he heard screeches, the crackling of trees but can't tell the direction it came from, though he knew it was near. He blew a whistle to his hunters to disband.
They move in silence, with their ritual knife. Grigori swinging his knife, approached a heap of dried dead leaves, he scattered the leaves with his clawed long nails, only to get hold of a dead female body with scratches of vertical lines of clotted blood, her spirit was alive and this is what he came for, to kill the dead.
"What would he be doing with this dead body? You said he seeks blood, not the spirit, but why is he piercing the knife into her heart?" Jason asked in a timid and quiet tone.
"You do not know about this tribe, and you told me they were blood hunters!" Fridolf gazed at Jason with no word to utter and his thoughts were blank, what he sees in Jason's expression reads anger, punishment.