Kasan’s POV:
“The b-boss…is d-dead. E-Even I d-don’t know h-how he d…died. We…barely g-got a glimpse o-of his body before a-another guy s-suddenly took over… I h-heard he’s…. b-boss’s son.”
The room went dead silent, making the sound of Kenley’s loud heartbeat and my now animalistic breathing reign above everything else. My chest was rising and falling aggressively and nostrils flaring like a raging bull. Half of the words this wimp had just uttered weren’t unexpected, so it was quite pathetic of me to feel myself tighten with disbelief.
But the part where he said my pathetic excuse of a father is dead was still news to my ears. I’m displeased that I’ve completely lost my chance to show him how I, a blood thirsty werewolf overthrows him without a single use of my claws. Father always feared our power since the moment he knew of it, when behind that ‘I am the victim’ facade, he’s worse than us beasts. Betrayal, disloyalty… him and his ‘son’ are the same.
I feel pathetic to say that it wasn’t until a few days ago that I found out they were in cahoots, of course at that time father was alive and breathing. Nate and Chase enlightened me of the situation after I told them to keep an eye on Father’s base. I didn’t believe a single word they uttered, so I could do nothing but confirm it for myself.
What I mean is… my own eyes are my witnesses. That day I saw them walking side by side, I was once again reminded of the consequences of trusting others.
At this very moment… the panic swirling in Kenley’s eyes is the very reason I brought him here knowing that he’s nothing but a disloyal mutt. Today, I will make him regret choosing Father. Today, I will make him pay!
“Kasan!” A hand waved in front of my face, obstructing my view of Kenley. Knowing the hand belonged to Clara, I had to resist the urge to smack it away.
“Don’t tell me you’re seriously believing this halfdead shit?! Even I don’t like Kenley and honestly, he’s the first one I suspected, but for him to waltz in here knowing one of these guys would rat him out, how does that make sense? And I don’t see any army approaching, you think he’d just throw himself into the fire after getting himself a whole new gang? I’m not defending him but he’s not tha–”
“Lucas…” I cut her off, “Take her out of here. If even a strand of hair is missing from her head, you’re as good as dead.”
Lucas was quick to grab her by the arm, pulling a reluctant Clara out of the shed. I mind-linked a few of my pack wolves who had come with us, commanding them to discreetly follow wherever they went.
Then, now that we had no disturbance, I returned my gaze back to Kenley who shuffled back as if the ground beneath his feet was splitting. I stared at him hard, and the longer I continued to dig my gaze into his skin, the more I felt my emotions overwhelm me.
Rage.
Betrayal.
And even more BETRAYAL!
“Brother…” He flinched at the call while I stepped forward, feet menacingly scraping across the floor. I made sure to move slowly, trudging like a predator. “This guy claims you’ve inherited father’s position… have you?”
“He’s obviously lying! After all we’ve been through, how can you even ask me that? You’d trust a fucking outsider over me?!” Kenley’s words were filled with raw anger and even his eyes were blazing but despite him ‘lashing out’, anyone could notice that he feared me as much as everyone else did. He’s suddenly so quick to defend, but never uttered a word a few minutes ago.
“A dying man never lies.” I halted just beside the informant’s head and lifted my feet, clamping it down on the side of his bruised face, the heel of my leather boot sinking into his cheek. Immediate surprise crossed his features. It seemed he mistakenly thought I was done and over with him.
No, we’re just getting started.
Easing my foot off his face, I grabbed him by the collar, the rich scent of his fear bombarding my senses. I scowled. “Don’t you agree?”
His eyes bulged and they slowly moved past me, reluctantly swerving in Kenley’s direction. He eyed him for a good half a minute, and as Kenley stared hard back at him, I could see his hesitance begin to kick in.
Frankly, I had no time for such things.
Annoyed, my fingers slipped pass his collar and up his throat, taking ahold of his chin. “Is he the son you mentioned…?” I tightened my hold to the point where my nails punched holes through his skin. “…or not?”
He grunted, “I’m—s-sure…its h-him…” His sluggish hands moved upwards and tried in vain to part my fingers from his chin, spreading his disgusting red liquid over my skin in the process. “…y-y-y…l-let me go…if… t-told you…”
“Are you one hundred percent sure?”
“I-I–” His eyes fluttered back and forth, blood and sweat rolling down his cheeks and trickling over my fingers. His face was getting paler and paler by the second. A little longer and his vision would start to blur. Then another few moments and he’d be out for good.
But as expected, that much time was too much for Kenley to just let pass by. The gravity of the situation must’ve finally kicked in, and now that his panic was approaching a critical level, he had no choice but to finally pull out his gun and aim it at the already dying mutt, his index finger going straight for the trigger without hesitance. I stayed in place and waited for the bullet to connect with his head. In a split second, his body stilled beneath my fingers.
Clicking my tongue, I retracted my claws and tossed his unmoving body to the side. Then, my feet turned in the direction of my new prey. At every step I took, he moved one back, right up until he collided with the wall behind him. But even as he had no place left to run, he didn’t dare to glance at the door. He was smart enough to know there was no way in hell he could ever outrun a werewolf.
His bulged eyes practically begged me not to move any closer and satisfaction boiled within me at the sight. Menacingly, I closed the distance between us and pressed a bloodied palm just a few inches away from his face, meanwhile, the other made its way towards his shirt, slowly smothering his clothes in the blood that coated it.
“What exactly did you think would’ve happened after you teamed up with father? Give me a good answer and I will consider not ripping your fucking useless heart through your fucking chest!” My steely eyes stared deep into his own. I had no idea if it was our proximity, the sound of my voice or the words I said, but the second I spoke, his body destroyed every little space left between him and the wall. His head then snapped to the side, sweaty cheek gluing itself to the wall as his eyes pathetically squeezed close.
This was a Kenley I didn’t see too often and the visible fear he was currently showcasing was what I was aiming for… yet I couldn’t understand why my gut churned with displeasure.
“He’s lying…” He murmured.
With those two words, that said ‘displeasure’ I mentioned went up at notch and I found myself having to dig up every last restraint I possessed to stop myself from ripping off his limbs.
“He’s lying…!” He repeated, this time louder than the first. I caught his fingers tightening around the gun still secured in his grasp, but I had no doubt that he wouldn’t pull the trigger. He has always been defiant yet too much of a coward to challenge me, not much has changed.
“I swear to you, I haven’t even seen Father!”
That was another lie added to the list.
“What reason would I have to turn to him? There’s nothing he could ever give me that I want, you of all people should know that!”
And another…
I gritted my teeth, eyes glaring into his soul. Despite his situation, the only thing he sprouts are not excuses but lies.
“You must’ve thought I was a pathetic gullible idiot who wouldn’t have guessed a thing, is that why you lied? Is that why you STILL continue to lie to my fucking face?!” I clenched my fist, brows pulling closely together as my eyes flashed with a new golden color.
The anger that flowed through my veins was slowly becoming overwhelming, and the mere sight of him was just… disgusting.
Lies and betrayal. I despised both equally. It’s the very reason why I rolled with wolves instead of humans, and the very reason why I’ve always kept everyone an arm’s length away. Yet, when he begged to follow my lead, like the idiot I was, I allowed him to do as he wished. All the time he’s spent following behind me like a shadow, he probably thought the same as father, or even worse. To them, I am nothing but a monster that needs to be put down. To them, I am no family.
But what baffles me is…. after gaining my trust and sticking to my side, he’s had so much more chances than anyone to stab me in the back, literally. Then, was I their laughingstock? Even now, beneath that fear-stricken face, is he laughing his ass off?
Enraged, I bit into my lip til blood streamed across my tongue and in a matter of a second, my hands moved faster than his human eyes could follow and yanked the gun from his grasp. Then, I aimed…
…. and pulled the trigger.