EPILOGUE
Tye
I LIT MY CIGARETTE AND inhaled the calmness into my lungs. I needed something to make the anger fade. That ridiculous ass alpha that ruled the region was starting to piss me off much more than normal. He thought that his pretty ass was invincible, except he’s not. He was down for months with some kind of illness that kept him inside the alpha estate.
I’m sure that the only thing that kept anybody from challenging him was his guard dog, Maddox. That prick was half way decent. His only downfall was that he was aligned with Seuss. Minus that, he wouldn’t be half bad.
These fucking wards that surrounded his house made it difficult to get close to him lately. Doesn’t matter. What I really want is that bitch that lays in his bed every night. I knew that getting to her would destroy his entire world.
I took another drag from my cigarette and flicked it at the invisible ward around the house. When it burned into nothingness, my soul felt it. They weren’t fucking untouchable, and watching Seuss’ crumble was my life’s mission. Damn the throne to hell, I just wanted to be the one that put his head on the spike.
The gust of wind alerted me to the real reason I was standing at the edge of the forest. I headed to the meeting place at the parting of the trees. A tall son of a bitch leaned against a log across from me.
“You’re early, man.” I folded my arms. He’d caught me off guard, and it rubbed me the wrong way. The breeze carried his scent, but he’d gotten to this point in the woods silently. Impossible.
“Man? My name is Christophe, and you’ll address me as such.” The silent stranger seemed unfazed by my presence.
“Whatever. I’ll take the job.”
“Are you sure you can handle it? You didn’t even know I’d been here for five minutes.”
“Killing—”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Christophe’s hand wrapped around my throat quicker than I could blink. How’d he move that damn fast?
“Just do it. I don’t need your sorry ass narrative.”
I nodded because it was all I could do. The grip on my throat was crushing my windpipe.
“I’ll be in touch.”
Just like that Christophe disappeared. His scent was everywhere making him impossible to track. My throat burned, but still I hacked and coughed trying to breathe again. Nobody talked to me that way. And as soon as I was done with Seuss, Christophe better watch his tail.