It didn't take me long to figure out just where I was in retrospect to the pack, nor the familiar pathways that I would use to make my exit.

Was there anything that I needed to bring with me? The leaders would have to settle with my word, no proof of the information that I had found in my early days here.

I didn't want to stop by the house anyway, to put at risk Alexander returning and stopping me. I couldn't be here anymore, I didn't want to be here anymore.

I could barely put a thought together, and so I left.

It started as a walk, immersing myself in the greenery. I inhaled deeply, absorbing the cool, wet feeling of the forest as it lingered on my skin.

Yet I was hot, unbearably and constantly hot, as if I was still stuck in the burning stadium. My head was starting to pound. I stared behind, my footsteps so heavy that you could see the imprint among the dewy grass.

It was bubbling up inside me, unbearable, I couldn't deal with it anymore.

And so I started to run.

I headed west, moving into a more familiar position. In a blink, I shifted, changing over into my wolf, doubling the speed at which I was running. Memories came flooding back, taking over my mind, Anger turned to remembrance. How many times had I followed this path? running back and forth between the organisation and Bloodlust on my first two missions.

It took me back. I could feel the exact same feelings rising in my stomach as I had three months ago.

Three months. Three Months in Bloodlust, living a lie.

I'd always found that the perfect time to reflect and remember was when travelling. When I was running, just like this, off to commit my next crime.

Now? I could only consider my plans. My plans for when I arrived.

Alexander knew that I was a part of the organisation, my role there and the person I was. He wasn't aware of the injection. The leaders were aware of my relationship with Alexander, though unaware of how I had been carrying through the mission, and unaware of what I would be doing upon my arrival.

I had pictured the ending of these months going much differently. I was going in with a plan. My plan, not one that had been given to me by a superior. How unsurprising that the one time that I had control over the situation, I threw it all away because of anger I was too proud to set aside.

But here I was now, beginning the final act of this mission. Hopefully, putting an end to the guilt that controlled every action from the back of my head.

I had no concept of time, only that the sky and gone dusky, turning a peachy orange melted with pink. The forest had disappeared, turning back into the rocky, flat and nature-barren surroundings that I was so used to.

I wondered, how could I live so many years without the forest on my doorstep?

Twists and turns until I reached the mountain. The same grey stone as always, ribbons of black and shadows running its course. I stopped in my tracks.

Shifting back, the familiar cold, brisk wind ran over my cheeks, tugging at my hair.

Shoulders back, spine straight, chin up.

A symbol of power. No longer under the control of the people within this building.

I approached the block of the wall that seemed just light outraised. I ran my hand along it until I located the number pad. The identification number, which always seemed to be ingrained in my mind, came flying out as I moved my fingers. 28462-02.

The retina scan, covering my eye in red light only for a moment before the door shifted, revealing the gloomy interior. I was thankful that I was wearing boots, finding some satisfaction as the click of my heels against the concrete floor. The guards seemed to melt out of the wall themselves, dressed in the same dreary grey that swallowed the base.

I came closer and closer to the door, to which I knew they would be waiting behind. All three, staring me down from their desk. They would have been alerted of my arrival the moment that I approached the entrance. I could hear the whispers, clouding around me as I turned down the final hallway.

I took a breath when I stopped in front of the door. It only took a moment before I brought up my fist, the echo of my hand connecting with the door ringing through my ears.

"Come in," The voice lurked between the cracks, sending shivers down my spine.

I pushed it open, revealing myself again to the office that I had spent so much of my time in.

Madame Beaudeline in the centre, Mistress Hemlock to her right and Master Skotus to her left.

"Nightstalker," She smiled sadistically. "Come in. What a long, dreary three months it has been without you."

I stepped forward and took my place in the middle of the room. "Madame, Master, Mistress."

"How busy you've been Nightstalker." Master Skotus praised, the scales that always seemed to blend into his skin seemed much more prominent in comparison to the last time I had seen him. "You have a lot to tell us."

I bowed, "Anything you ask, I'll tell."

Madame Beaudeline leaned forward. "Well, let's start with the objective, shall we? What does the Bloodlust pack know about the organisation?"

It was as if I were a recording. "For one, they have a great deal of information on me. Such as my previous missions, people I have killed and of course, the official documents claiming me as a kill-on-sight."

She waved her hand, "Unsurprisingly."

"They also hold information on Coraline Caddel, linking her to multiple of her missions. It's my belief as while she has no impact on the wolves themselves, she works quite heavily with their allies. The information included details only her missions." I said next, reciting the information that I had collected so long ago.

"Seemingly unproblematic." Master Skotus dismissed, "Our reports she was killed on the field. Continue."

"While their files seemed to be mainly made up of theories on identities and hidden details, they do contain files with proof of your names."

A raised eyebrow, "Our names?"

"Yes, all three of you," I concluded. "Accompanied by lists of family and your personal life before the Organisation was established."

Her lip twitched upwards, "What else. About the organisation itself?"

"Guesses about the location of the base, correct guesses of the goal of the organisation, photos of Mistress Hemlock and multiple operatives carrying out missions. However, they held no solid information, and on top of that, no information that would cause any real issues." I finished, slowing my words as I came to an end.

I watched as Madame Beaudeline's tensed figure relaxed slightly. "Good, good. And the files?"

"Destroyed just before I left."

"Perfect," She said, "We taught you well Nightstalker. Now, the Alpha. How on earth did you pull that little stunt through?"

I snorted, "Mistress Hemlock taught me a range of magic during my private lessons with her."

Mistress Hemlock tilted her head, "Mind manipulation or emotion manipulation?"

I grinned, "Both, changed my scent as well, slightly to match his to make it more believable to his Beta and Gamma."

She pondered for a moment, Mistress Hemlock's eyes looking sad, sadder than usual, purple frosted with white. "I see. Well done. From what we've seen it has been most effective."

"And how have you killed him?" Master Skotus interrupted excitedly. "Tell me, how was it? Brutal? Unpredictable?"

"Not a focus of mine. posioned his lunch, he'll pass away in his sleep. I figured with my leaving it would be best to keep it simple, less obvious."

Master Skotus tapped his temple. "Smart."

My mouth burned from the constant lies. I wondered just how believable I was, whether or not they could see right through me.

"Now tell us about the pack," Madama Beaudeline continued. "Are they as... ruthless as people say?"

I gulped. "Yes. Their military power is unbelievable, along with their statistics of intruders. Even Master Skotus would agree with their torture techniques and dungeons."

Madame Beaudeline raised a glass of red wine to her lips. "How interesting. I suppose the only question now, Nightstalker, is just when you plan to stop lying."

Master Skotus's face dropped. "And when you plan to mention you being here is based off a desire to leave the organisation."

"And when you decide to tell us that you haven't been taking your injections." Mistress Hemlock finished.

I raised my head. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Madame Beaudeline's hand reached under the desk, pulling out the purple, glass Nightstalker flower. My one possession.

She ran her fingertip across its edges. "We wondered if you would make the trip back to us at all. Considering the fact that you and your little mate have become so close, we wondered if he could trust you to come back. But of course, you get so attached. And you certainly couldn't leave us forever without this."

Master Skotus tapped a finger against the desk. "But that's the thing, Nightstalker. You don't leave. Once you're in this organisation, there is no getting out."

"I have a right-"

"No." Madame Beaudeline interuptted. "No, you don't. You are a pawn on my chessboard Nightstalker. A sacrifice to winning the game. You will never leave."

Heat burned at the back of my eyes, "How did you know?" My voice cracked.

Mistress Hemlock tilted her head lovingly. "We know you, dearest. Every inch of your personality, every inch of your behaviour. Besides, the injection is made from my magic, from our blood. Don't you think we realised the moment you walked through that door that you were released from our command?"

"And besides. We may have had a little... outside help." Madame Beaudeline looked up, snapping her fingers, causing the prison door in the side of the office to swing open. There stood a guard, his hands wrapped around a girls neck as he threw her into the room.

Cora's body smashed against the floor.

I couldn't breathe.

At that moment, she lifted her head. Tears running down her face as blood leaked from her nose. Iron around her hands and feet, disabling her completely as purple blotches were erupting on her skin.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, "Cassandra, I'm so sorry. But Harvey, they were going to kill him- they were going to kill him, I had to."

"Yes, yes that's enough of that." Madame Beaudeline willed. "The right threats can cause any person to crack Nightstalker. You would do well to remember."

Cora was falling apart on the floor.

"No harm can be done to the boy of course. He's human. Perhaps if Ms Cora wasn't so blinded she would have remembered that, prevented this whole thing in the first place. But she didn't, and she told us everything. How you went through the withdrawal process, how you came and saved her and Tatiana and then put them through the same thing. How you're mated to the Alpha of the Bloodlust Pack and have decided to stay with him, throwing us to the hounds." Master Skotus summed up. "We didn't need to prompt her. The words just came spilling out."

I turned to Cora again,

"I'm so sorry," She wailed. "I had to do it, Cassandra I'm so sorry."

"Cora," I stopped her, a silent pause. "It's alright. I understand. You did what you had to do."

"I betrayed you, I've ruined everything, I've written you a death sentence." She screamed. "And I couldn't even tell Alexander. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Cora. You could betray me a million times, Ti could betray me a million times, and I would still forgive you. You're my family, my sister. It's what we do." I promised, smiling sadly at her. She only collapsed to the floor again.

Madame Beaudeline rolled her eyes. "Guard, now if you please."

I was powerless, I knew it. But as the guard came running from the prison room, grabbing the back of Cora's collar and holding her body high in the air against the wall, I knew what was about to happen.

Another guard did it, three arrows. One in the stomach, one in the chest, one in the throat. Her throat was intentional. To kill off the one thing that made her special, made her different.

There was no saving her.

With all my strength, I turned back around to face the leaders. The room seemed to have darkened, the only light in the room shining on their faces

Madame Beaudeline rested her head on her hands. "Now, what to do with you."