I raised an eyebrow, "So soon?"

Mistress Hemlock tilted her head. "Unless you don't believe that you're up to it?"

I shook my head, "No, no of course. I would have no reservations. Only so soon after leaving, I have some doubts."

"Well, you wouldn't have had to do this mission if you had gotten it right and stayed loyal in the first place." Madame Beaudeline said, sliding right back into her usual persona. "However, we have plans, you sneak in and kill their Alpha, then we send in a group of members to catch the rest of the pack off guard, and hopefully, create a successful massacre."

The idea of it had me giddy. "Any particular reason why?"

"Because," Master Skotus jumped in before I could be berated for asking too many questions. "We are making our move in finally taking this organisation to the next level. There is no point constantly making moves, we're ready to take back control and reinstate the Vampires, Spirits and Dragons as the rightful power holders. When we make our move, Bloodlust is the one that's going to create problems for us. We kill their Alpha, then kill and destroy parts of their pack, when we make our move, we don't want Bloodlust there."

I stuck out my lip, "That makes sense." I tightened my posture, "If that's truly what you all want, I can leave within the hour, be back by tonight."

"Regardless of when you return, we'll be sending in the group tomorrow morning to issue the attack." Madame Beaudeline informed, picking at her nails. "But we trust you can get it done properly this time, especially now that we do not need to worry about you missing injections and accidentally going through withdrawal."

I bowed slightly. "Agreed. Alpha Cain will be dead by tonight, I can guarantee you."

I turned away and walked out of the room, the doctor's hand cracking beneath my feet as I walked over it. I swung the door open, revealing the masses of people still waiting against the walls.

"Fuck off, would you? There's nothing to see that's any of your business," I sneered, sending most of them away in muttering fits.

I rolled my eyes before starting to make my way back through the base on my way to the weapons room. I was completely empty, the only sort of weapon on my body being the back of my piercings. And my outfit, I needed to get out of this set of grey sweats and back into my usual leathers.

I walked into the weapons room, sighing in relief as I saw the arsenal I had at my disposal. I grabbed three, a set of throwing knives and a thin, angular sword. Too many weapons would easily slow me down, so I kept it simple. Along with that, I picked up a small vial that would conceal my presence as I stepped over the pack border.

My next stop was to head back to my room. I kept outfits on outfits stacked in my wardrobe, so I knew that was the place I needed to go.

The lights immediately brightened as I walked into the dormitory section of the Base, highlighting the stone-grey walls. I opened up the door to my dorm, the room exactly how I had left it three months ago.

I went straight to my wardrobe, pulling out the organisation-style bodysuit. I ran the material through my fingers, feeling relief as I did so.

I threw the weapons I had collected onto my bed, throwing off the grey seats and pulled on the bodysuit as quickly as I could, relishing in the tight, cool feeling against my skin. I sheathed the sword against my spine, hoisting the longest dagger against my hip and the other two against my thigh while I shoved the throwing knives into my shoe.

I let out a sigh as something caught my eye, the light filtering through my glass, Nightstalker flower.

My brows furrowed, supposedly someones would have had to bring it back here. I grabbed it, cradling the sculpture in my hand. I ran my finger along the edge of the purple petal, nostalgia rushing back.

I gripped the flower and smashed it into the ground, sending it into a flurry of crystal pieces shattering it across the floor.

I blinked.

It was gone, the last piece I had of myself, of my previous life.

I couldn't even bring myself to care.

I'm not sure what possessed me to do that, but now, as I stared at the broken fragments of the flower, I felt the thing cord that connected me to anything other than the Organisation snap away.

I readjusted my weapons.

It was time for me to leave.

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I exited the Base, stepping back out into the orange-casted forest. The sun was only beginning to set, so by the time I would reach Bloodlust, I'd be in the early hours of the night.

Not ideal, but regardless, it meant that the Alpha would be fully conscious when I stabbed him in the gut.

I shifted into my wold, pressing the pads of my paws against the cold soil. I paused for a moment, burrowing myself into a bush as I hesitated.

I then shook away any doubting thoughts, this was my mission. I had to leave, I didn't have the time to be having meltdowns.

I started to run, dashing through the familiar road that I had devised over the three times I was sent to Bloodlust. It was almost comforting, following that same pathway through the forest. I didn't stop for breaks, thankful for the fact that I no longer had to administer my injections.

I moved easily across the forest floor, practically gliding as I darted through the trees. I was running as fast as possible, barely feeling the ground beneath my feet.

Slowly, something started to churn in my chest. I knew that I was getting close to Bloodlust, nothing else would be able to justify that feeling.

The feeling became more and more intense. When the feeling became unbearably strong, I stopped and shifted back. I grabbed the small vial and delicately tipped it down my throat, immediately feeling the shift in my demeanour. I stepped forward anxiously, trying to find the exact spot where the borderline lay.

I hovered my foot over a specific spot, realising immediately that I had found the spot. With a breath, I stood over it, crossing over completely into Bloodlust territory,

I shivered, a tingling sensation running up my spine. However, I shook it away, forcing the feeling to go away.

Silently, I skulked through the edge of the pack, hiding from the view from anyone. I knew how to make my way from anywhere in the area to Alexander's house, but for some reason, I found myself getting lost, taking way more time than usual to get where I needed to be. The blades held heavy against my skin, even though the barrier of my clothes. I couldn't explain how I was feeling, all I knew was that if it didn't go away, I was going to be off my game.

Finally, I approached the house. The grey paint appearing black under the dark, night sty, the moon reflecting off the white roof and detailing. It wasn't late, maybe seven, eight o'clock. I racked my brain to try and remember the schedule. Everyone would either be socialising downstairs in some way or they would have retired early to bed.

I think that the most effective thing to do would be to stake it out in Alexander's bedroom. If he was already there, I could make my move but if not, I could be lying waiting without compromising my position by waiting outside.

I did a quick scan of the area to ensure there weren't any guards on patrol before I moved around the edge of the house and began my descent up the wall. Carefully, I jimmied open the bedroom window that lay just above the bed. I opened it carefully before sliding into the room. Alexander, obviously, wasn't in here, causing my heart to ache. I think I would have liked to make it easy, just kill him in his sleep, a kinder way to go than the alternative that I was offering him.

I slid across the room and nestled myself in a, particularly dark corner, allowing my entire body to be hidden from view. Hopefully, the vial would have offered me some protection against my scent, which I knew could expose me the moment Alexander walked up the stairs.

And so, I started to wait.

Readily, I hovered my hand over the dagger at my side. I deliberated for a long while what I should do. Use my knives to pin him to the wall and then stab his death. But no, I decided to keep it classy, just a straight-up dagger to the chest and let him bleed out on the floor.

I seemed to be waiting for hours before finally, the door cracked open.

Alexander walked in, immediately removing his shirt and tossing it to the side, the moonlight rushing over his exposed torso. It only took a moment for him to raise his head, turn around and locate me. I took the opportunity, moving out of the darkness as I swung the dagger in-between my fingers.

"Hello darling," I purred, "I'm here to complete my mission."

I wasted no time, jumping into action as I quickly sent my limbs flying, jabbing the dagger forward on a multitude of random occasions just in an attempt to make the final move.

As tired and sick as he looked, Alexander waisted no time, able to completely fly back. As he moved his fists, his eyes went glassy. I swore inwardly, mind link.

"What are you doing Cassandra?" He asked just as he sent a punch to my shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I gritted, "I've never been better. I can't say the same for you though."

A smirk, "Hey, I've been missing my mate." Another punch, this time to my jaw. "Just cooperate, put the dagger down and stop this. You know I won't do anything to you."

I snorted, "Please. I'm killing you, tonight. Before your little chumps can even think about stopping me. Say what you want Alexander, but you're stuck."

He didn't reply to that, only continued fighting back. I suppose that I had hoped that he would just surrender to me, allowing the killing blow to be quick and easy on both parts. That, however, was not the case.

Finally, I saw my window of opportunity. I allowed myself to make a mistake, causing Alexander to, in one swift motion, pin me to the floor, completely trapping me underneath him.

Smiling sweetly, I angled the dagger and sent it right up into his torso. I watched as Alexander's eyes flickered before his plank on top of me changed to a half crouched position with his knees and hands against the floor.

It was only then when I realised, I hadn't stabbed where I wanted to.

I leaned my head back. I had missed it, instead stabbing him somewhere that would be easily healed.

I needed to get out of here.

I expected Alexander to at least be weak. Instead, I realised quite the opposite. Alexander was holding steady, trapping me completely, I had no way to move, nor any way to even attempt escape.

I had no time to think of a plan before Vance came bursting through the door.

He dropped to the floor, moving Alexander and faster than I could blink, had me tied up back in shackles.

"Knock her out," Alexander wheezed. "Goddess knows it will be easier."

I felt a dagger slide out from my thigh, the last thing I realised before the hilt came smashing into my temple, completely knocking me out of consciousness.

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I was getting Deja Vu, bad.

I woke up back in that hospital room, just as I had when I had first arrived. Though, I suppose that it wasn't me with the stab wound this time.

Surrounding the bed was Vance, Harmony, Myra, Farren and Ti, Alexander sitting uncomfortably against the plastic chair beside my bed.

I tried to move my arm, to be able to make a dash from the room when I realised I was trapped, in more ways than one. My entire body was encapsulated by a straight jacket, my arms completely stuck in place. Familiar shackles attached my ankles to the bed, while another set wrapped around the crease of my elbow, which trapped me to the top of the bed.

I said nothing, refusing to look at any of the people beside me. Frankly, I felt more embarrassed than anything.

A doctor walked in, a flaming similarity to the one that I had killed only hours ago. He noticed that I was awake almost immediately. He raised an eyebrow, "And so she has awoken. I received the results from the blood test, there are extremely high levels of magic in her system, in fact, they are so high that technically, the Luna is supposed to be dead. I can't explain why this is not the case."

Alexander sighed, sparing a glance at me. "It's fine, we can go through the week-long withdrawal again. Thank you, doctor."

I snorted. "You can lock me in a dungeon for a week if you would like to. However, I doubt that it will do anything. I received a different kind of injection upon my arrival at the Organisation. A permanent one."

Alexander went pale, "And how do you remove yourself from the influence?"

I leaned my head back against the chair. "You can't. I assure you, let me out of this chair and every single one of you will be dead. Dead, you hear me?"

Alexander stared at the doctor desperately. I could see that he was trying to think of some solution to an unsolvable issue.

"The Luna is unmarked, yes?" He inquired, receiving a sharp nod. "Well, I can only think of the one option, and there is no guarantee in it working, but Alpha I implore you, if you believe it's the right call, please go ahead."

A moment of silence. "Everyone leave the room,"

He didn't need to say it twice, everyone in the room silently filing out of the door leaving me and Alexander alone.

He cupped my face with his hand as he moved himself, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his thigh pressing against mine.

"I had always pictured this so differently." He whispered, "I wish I could do it how I planned... but if this is what needs to be done. Cassandra, I hope you can forgive me in the future," He closed his eyes, "And oh please goddess let this work."

I could barely make a sound of disapproval before Alexander's canines extended and launched themselves just on the edge between my shoulder and my neck.

I had always expected marking to hurt, but the moment his teeth touched my skin, I knew I was wrong. A slight pinch before I was overwhelmed by pleasure, the feeling running up my legs and my arms, circling around my heart before making its way down to my stomach.

I moved my legs upwards, my hand sneaking around Alexander's head as if to keep the moment lasting forever. A moan escaped my lips, completely out of my control as Alexander dipped his head away, completely pulling away.

I let my head drop against the back of the chair, arching my back as I was overcome by another feeling, this one not so desirable.

I whipped my head back on forth, "What happened," I whispered. "Tell me what happened."

"You were under influence by the Organisation," Alexander answered. "There was no other way to remove the... whatever they gave you, please I'm so sorry-"

I let out another moan. The organisation, returning, killing the doctor, collecting my weapons, a permanent injection, the flower shattered across the floor, an attack by dawn-

A gasp escaped me.

"An attack," I panted, "The Organisation, they're sending a group by dawn to attack the pack!"

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