“If she has silvered him please remind her I sent him there for her own good and if not send Greg back here immediately. I would have thought Greg to be more responsible than this.” James nodded and left the office.
He felt some irritation at being asked to be the messenger boy. With what was going on he was sure he could be doing more important things than making sure an omega and a human were playing nice. But the alpha’s orders were the alpha’s orders and with a sigh he got onto his motorcycle.
When James arrived to the small apartment complex on the edge of town he couldn’t help but wonder why Greg wouldn’t have done what the Alpha told him to do; if Greg was anything like he remembered he wouldn’t ever do anything that could possibly make the alpha angry. As he walked the concrete steps to the second floor he started to get the nagging feeling that something was wrong. He knocked on the door and part of him relaxed a little when Lily quickly answered the door. She frowned at him and gave him that look Tony had told him about earlier. What the hell did he ever do to make her look at him like that?
“What’s up?” she asked and moved aside so he could come inside. He walked into the quaint little living room and was about to explain why he was there when he smelled it, the scent of the werewolf he had been searching for these past days. James tensed, looking around for the werewolf.
“Who else is here?” he demanded in a growl. The human looked at him with surprise and fearfully took a step back.
“Just Greg,” she stated. “Andrew sent him this morning,” she added quickly and a blonde man walked into the living room with a smug look on his face. “See here he is now,” she said, indicating to the man.
“That isn’t Greg or anything close to him,” he snapped, taking a step towards the intruder.
“What do you mean that’s not Greg?” She asked her voice full of confusion. The man smiled even brighter then made a buzzing sound and her face turned from its normal tanned complexion to a sickly white as she seemed to recognize him.
“Surprise Lily,” the man teased her, taking a step forward. Lily quickly backed away. “My maker said you’re just as intelligent as you are attractive. I’m really surprised after the fun we had in the lab you didn’t pick up on it sooner,” he teased her again and James watched, amazed as she pulled herself up into an erect position. She changed from the pale frightened woman into a very angry one. The human stomped over to a small table, ripping open a small drawer. Before James could stop her she marched right up to the impostor. He looked at her as one would a fly before they’re about to smash it with a fly swatter.
“This is for my lab,” she told him and threw something she held in one of her fists into his face. The werewolf screamed, grabbing his face as the small silver pellets burned him. James cringed as the man fell to his knees, calling her several nasty names as she quickly backed away from him. James now saw what Doctor Thompson meant when she could be hostile and made a mental note not to piss her off.
The impostor stood up, looking like a rabid animal. “You are lucky the maker wants you alive or I’d tear you to pieces, bitch!” He snapped and James saw his face was littered with small red burns.
The human lifted up her chin confidently. “Oh, talk tough to me big boy! I’m not scared of you, Fluffy!” She barked back and James watched her wide-eyed, wondering if she had a death wish.
The blonde growled at her loudly. “You should be scared Lily, very scared.” He snarled his voice sounding more like that of an animal than a human. He shook violently and his eyes glowed a bright yellow. James knew it was his turn to step in or this woman would end up getting herself killed.
“You’ll have to go through me first,” James warned him. The familiar tingling ran across his skin as it always did before he shifts. The other werewolf looked over him for the time with a cold smile and a smug expression on his face.
“I wouldn’t be so smug if I was you,” he told James then shifted into a large beastly monster that was almost a mirror image of how James thought he looked when he shifted. For a moment, James gawked at the creature before him unable to believe his eyes. This imposter was like him? Realizing that the human was still there and probably in danger, he gave himself a mental shake and growled at the other werewolf.
James’s beast was clawing at his insides, howling to be let free and rip this punk to shreds, and James gladly set him free to take over. Once the shift was complete the beast demonstratively flexed his muscles and growled at the impostor a loud growl of warning. The imposter had the audacity to growl back at him. So this imitation wants a fight does he, the beast thought with a feral pleasure filled him.
The imposter leaped at him and the beast sunk his claws into the flesh of the blonde as they crashed onto the couch, it groaned and exploded into pieces by the brute force of their fall. The imposter yelped as the beast pierced his shoulders more and tried to free his flesh from the beast’s grip, but the beast refused to let go. Instead with another growl of anger he brought up his hind legs and kicked the imposter forcefully in the chest. He watched satisfied as the other went flying through the air, crashing through the wall and into the other room.
The beast jumped to his feet and rushed into the room. He refused to give the other beast a chance to rest. The imposter had just stood up as the beast came into the room. He swung his clawed fist down upon the snout of the impostor. The imposter whined and shook his large head then returned the hit. Pain unlike he had ever felt pulsed through him and the beast backed up a few steps. The imposter hit him again and sent the beast flying through the wall, making yet another large hole in it.
He landed not too far from the human and she shrieked. She crawled backward away from him and looked to him then to the hole in the wall. He snarled at her, wondering why the hell she was still there. She needed to get out of here; he couldn’t beat the other beast if he had to worry about her. The beast was so focused on her and his attempt to get her to get out of there that he didn’t see the beast come at him. He whined as the impostor landed on him with a forceful thud.
The impostor snapped his large jaws at the beast, but he held the impostor back easily. They may have been similar, but the impostor was nowhere near as strong as he was. He grabbed the intruder by the neck, letting his claws sink into tender flesh. The impostor whimpered, grabbing his wrists and pulling at him. When he found he couldn’t get the beast to release him, he stomped on the beast’s chest, painfully causing him to release the intruder. He backed away from the beast and grabbed the large heavy old television at him. The Beast roared in laughter as he swat the television from him as he would a bothersome insect.
“You can’t beat me, intruder,” he growled through the mental connection all werewolves shared and he could feel uncertainty and hate coming off the other in waves.
“We’ll see about that,” the impostor shot back. He took the beast by surprise when, instead of attacking him again, he fled through the door, breaking it into hundreds of splinters. The beast smashed his fists against the wall, making it crack and complain as he roared out his anger at the intruder’s cowardice. The beast vowed not to let him escape and he dashed after him, sparing the human a glance to see that she remained unharmed and jumped from the second floor to the parking lot, quickly following the impostor into the woods.
The beast tackled the other to the ground and slammed his fist into his gut. The impostor growled and swiped his large clawed hand at the beast, but the beast avoided the attack. The impostor continued to snarl at him and attempted to throw the beast off of him, but the beast refused to be moved. He wanted to see this fraud’s blood spilled on the ground and his insides decorating the tree limbs. He raised his claws for the final blow when the other threw a handful of dirt into his eyes. He howled in anger as the intruder slammed his fist into the side of the beast’s head, knocking him over. He snarled rabidly as he attempted to clean the dirt out of his eyes.
Once he could finally see again he howled with fury as his blood boiled, he would rip that impostor limb by limb very, very slowly. He lifted his snout into the air and caught the other’s scent and hurtled off in the direction as fast as he could. When he found him, the impostor had shifted back to his human form, looking surprised that the beast had followed him.
“Damn you, James! Damn you,” he cursed and the beast roared in defiance. He wasn’t James, he was the beast! James would be merciful and spare his life, but the beast was going to paint the forest with his blood today. He raced towards the impostor with his right fist raised, ready to give him finally the finishing hit. He had never felt so much pleasure and so satisfied as he felt at that moment! The impostor looked at him with a smug look as he pulled on a rope at his side and a net swallowed the beast.
He howled and roared as the silver laced net feel on top of him and burned. The impostor laughed with the pleasure that the beast had expected to be his. “I hope it burns you until you’re nothing but a charred mass of ash,” he sneered with an evil smile on his face and walked off into the forest. The beast growled with fury and disappointment as he realized he was about to lose the chance to rip apart the impostor. Despite the rope that continued to burn him, he attempted to follow the impostor. He refused to let him get away; he needed to feel the intruder’s blood on his clawed hands.
The beast yelped as a piece of the silver sunk into his flesh and he growled, ripping at the rope. He had to get it off of him if he was to have his victory. He tore and pulled at it, but he only seemed to become more tangled. The pain started to become very intense as he continued to fight against the net. The beast collapsed to his knees as the pain started to get the better of him. He felt himself losing control and James had begun to return. He fought it; he couldn’t leave without killing the impostor! He struggled but eventually lost the battle against the silver laced net and lost consciousness.