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Author's note: this is from Sergio's point of view

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I knew that it was a mistake to accept this chaperone mission from his father, but I had no choice. The Alpha saved my life not once but twice. Before I got a chance to repay the favor, he asked me to escort his son to London.

"Go with him, Sergio…", the Alpha pleaded. "Keep my son safe."

"How do you expect me to keep him safe? I am not a warrior, I am a shaman. Send your beta or one of the generals. Fynn is the fiercest warrior in our pack, and he is trustworthy. Fynn can keep the young master safe…", I tried to reason with him.

"Because you are a shaman, you can keep him safe.", he responded. "You know that a battle is not necessarily won by the strongest or the fastest one… and you know his condition the best."

I shook my head in disagreement. I saw so many problems with that. "He is living in riches, surrounded by people who are serving him, we can't have that while hiding. Do you expect that he will follow me obediently and hide? Can I explain to him who we are and why we are leaving like that?"

Werewolves are not known for their patience and tact and I am no exception.

"He is a smart boy, and he will adapt.", the Alpha said. "You can't tell him about who we are unless his wolf awakens. I have two apartments in London that can't be traced, take him there. As for the money… I prepared an account. It has enough funds to provide for the two of you for a long time. I will leave it at your discretion to use funds as you see fit and tell him about it when you think that he is ready."

I appreciated that the Alpha was levelheaded about his son's personality. No matter how much money is on that account, the spoiled young master will spend it within a month.

If spending money was a sport, the brat would win trophies.

I was the most revered shaman among all the known packs. Everyone acknowledged my skills and tried to get on my good side. Werewolves and other creatures came to me for advice and help to resolve major crises, and at that point, I was facing the mission of a babysitter. My ego received a big slap at the mere thought of that.

To be honest, I would rather go into battle than babysit a brat who enjoyed his life as a young master while being sheltered from everything, truth included. I used to pity the young master because he lived in a world where werewolves are something from movies, and he was not aware that he was surrounded by the same. When I faced the possibility of spending a lot of time with that same teenager, there was no pity left but only horror as I felt bile rising up my throat.

My displeasure was impossible to hide, and I was shocked when my Alpha lowered his head in front of me, for the first time.

"I am begging you. He is the only one I have left."

I hated that a powerful Alpha would lower himself to beg for favors because of a weakling like the young master. In our world, we respect strength and power, and sometimes wisdom, and his son had none.

"I understand.", I lied.

How could he say that the brat is the only one? What about the pack? There are thousands of us! On top of that, I am not a wolf who would take care of a pup. I made my last attempt to wiggle out of it. "Alpha, I have a debt of life to repay. How will I do it if I'm not by your side?"

"This is about saving a life, Sergio. I am asking you to save his instead of mine. I know that this is a lot to ask. If you fail in keeping him safe, avenge his life. And if you keep him safe, the moment he dies of natural causes, consider your debt repaid."

I exhaled in defeat. I hated the mission, but statistically speaking he will die within the next 60 years, and that is nothing for a werewolf. I was more than 400 years old at that time, so… I accepted. We made a blood oath to seal this deal with my first priority being to ensure young master's safety.

Just as I feared, the little brat was impossible to handle. He was willful and spoiled and he whined how he will go back to Italy and punch his father. I barely controlled myself from roughing him up. He had no idea who his father was. He was the most powerful Alpha worthy of everyone's respect, and this little pipsqueak spoke like he can get an upper hand on him. Ridiculous.

Every day the brat reminded me how the best accomplishment in my life was that I don't have kids. But I accepted the mission and I made an oath, and I did my best to serve the brat that I called young master.

Seeing him change over a woman, reminded me of pack members who would go through personality changes once they find their mate. A mate? No, no, no… the brat has no wolf. How can he have a mate?

I performed a few rituals, sneakily observed Sanya, and inhaled her scent until I confirmed that she was human, so it eliminated the possibility that she cast some spell on him.

Other than my selfish reasons, there was also danger. If the enemies find out that we are in London, and that the young master has some half-baked abilities and is outside of the protection the pack provides, they would come at him like a swarm of locusts. So, I did my best to keep him low-key and erase any traces of his presence.

I knew that if Sanya was his mate, things would get complicated and it was for the best to prevent that relationship before it started. If they acknowledge each other and the mate bond forms, it would be impossible to separate them without causing big harm. She was a weak human, a liability, and I already had my hands full by taking care of one.

Mates are ridiculous and unnecessary, and nothing good comes out of it.

Because of a mate, our Bluemoon pack fell apart. Because of a mate, my Alpha prioritized one woman over everyone else. Because of one woman, thousands perished.

Everyone says that finding your mate is a blessing from the moon Goddess. It's more like a curse, if you ask me.

Yes, yes. I know… When I find my mate, I will understand. But I DON'T WANT to find my mate. I hope she does not exist, and if she does, that I never meet her. Why would I trade my freedom and pleasurable days (and nights) with a variety of ladies in exchange for one? That would be plain stupid, and I am not a stupid werewolf.

If finding a mate means that she comes first on the list of my priorities and I will forget everything I cherished during my lifetime, then I don't want anything to do with it.

If my Alpha didn't pick as his Luna a fragile human, I would still take care of my medicine garden and perform rituals and mix potions and enjoy my days with my friends… Friends whom I didn't hear from in more than eight years because I need to stay low-key with this brat. And I don't even know if they are alive.

My heart is full of grief and I wish to go to the rooftops and howl, but that might disclose our presence, so I can't do that. My only outlet is when occasionally I disappear in the woods East of London and I allow myself a night of hunting and unrestrained running in my wolf form. Other than that, I need to act human, and I can't reveal my identity to anyone. It's suffocating.

Back to the present…

I heard young master talk about Sanya like she is the last female in the world, and I knew that he will not give up until we find her (dead or alive), and the only way to calm him down is to help him find closure.

I've got an idea… "Those girls who traveled with Sanya are in college now, attending extra lectures. We should inquire with them about the situation, as they were the last ones to see Sanya before she disappeared."

The young master narrowed his eyes and shot me an impatient glare. "Did you forget I did that with no result? It only made them run away and call security. They kept their mouths shut for a month, why would they talk to me?"

"Hear me out. I have a plan…", I said, and I was pleased to see that he nodded in agreement.

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