The scent of freshly brewed coffees lingered in the entire suite. Tib insisted on making these two cups while Blake looked at the papers spread all over the place. "So, there weren't any attacks but imprints of the intruders were?" the younger alpha questions. They have been in an intriguing conversation ever since Easton left.

It's been three rounds of coffee and a lot of paperwork. The duo had pondered every situation and incident they could recall on the papers. "Correct" he settles the cups a bit away, on the higher table.

"Hmm..." Blake ponders looking at the map they roughly drew. "This is the packhouse we are at" he gestures at the heart of the pack to which the half-vampire nods. "This way is the south, and here the north"

Tib nods and takes the matter further. "The south border has me and the whole warlock team along with Cassius" Blake lets the information sunk in. "The East side of the pack lands have been expanding due to the new construction of houses after the two packs got clubbed"

"Which leaves the North and West" he indicates to the side that showed long troops of thick forest.

"We were attacked from the North each time since the density of people is high on the other sides-" Tib feeds the information but gets cut off.

"Except West..." Blake trails off. Tiberius halts thinking what the alpha was gearing his wheels on.

"Are you suggesting that we can be attacked-"

"Exactly. From either of these two sides," the younger alpha completes. "Look at this Sir Tib, we are rounded by people from two major sides of the pack while the other two sides..." he circles the dense forests "...are woods. And as far as we have known Christian, he will take advantage of this"

"Hmm... As they have missed their chance to attack yesterday with your easy escape from their hideout, they will aim towards something big"

"And looking at this pattern of events they have been following, they might need time to withdraw everything planned and then attack"

"Point"

"Have you got any information about the whereabouts of their place"

"No, Blake. Even the time when I was on the search with Easton we found a house in delusion. They have someone very strong on their side"

"I might know who you are referring to. The innocent boy I met that day" Blake trails off.

His mind was flooded with the thoughts of the man he met at that broken hut. Something in him screamed that the boy was no harm.

"But alpha, why do you keep insisting that the person who injected you is innocent?" Tib questions the obvious.

Tib had his ideas about the suspicious energy but Blake was the one who confronted the "whosoever". He might have actually know who that person was.

"I haven't seen him, Sir Tib. But, the way his hands trembled holding on to the syringe gave me a lot of answers" the younger alpha says sipping on his coffee. "He- He had this very overwhelming and dangerous aura surrounding him. With dressed in all black I couldn't even see his face but his pale hands... His hands sure gave me what I was looking for"

"I still couldn't understand" Tib relaxes back to listen to what the alpha had to add more to his knowledge.

"All I want to say is: he didn't want to get involved in all this, Sir Tib. His hands had fresh scratches and a few healed ones, which indicated how pitiful he was. His hands, they shuddered trying to inject the needle. And one more point, this was very strange about him, he made sure not to touch me even by an inch" Blake completes.

"He did not touch you?"

"Nope. Not even a strand of my hair. He was very careful about it" he recalls.

The half-vampire took in the information carefully. He already knew how the black energy users were. They were blessed and cursed at the same time. There wasn't anything can they can't achieve but there wasn't a life that could breathe under their touch.

"I see..."

"Oh shit!" Blake stands up from his place.

"What's wrong?" the half-vampire was fast to ask.

"I have school to attend. My teachers are already spamming my mail" he rushes upstairs and comes down with a backpack. "Zander will be here to pick me up, tell Easton to come to get me at 2" he informs the vampire and runs out of the main door.

*Sigh*

"Youth" Tib mumbles like an old man he is, standing from his seat to put away the cups.

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"Why are you not training?" Easton questions his beta sitting right beside him. Duncan was all spread out on the chair making sure to be comfortable.

His face turns a billion shades of red while he tries to dodge the alpha's slitting eyes. "I-I am just not in the mood"

"Not in the mood, your ass"

"My ASS?!? There is n-nothing wrong with my ass" he covers his buttocks standing up from the bench. Easton's brow shoots up and the sentence perks his curiosity. He tilts his head to the side gazing at the protected "piece of meat".

"I see..." he trails off with a proud smirk. He bites his lips, controlling himself from burst out laughing.

"W-why are you l-laughing?" Duncan challenges.

"I am not"

"You are!"

"I am not, Duncan" Easton smiles innocently.

"Ugh!" the beta stomps away with smoke fuming from his ears.

"Buckle up, pack!!" Easton yells making the pack members roar with rage. They have been doing the metal training today. Now that they are familiar with the new members, the regime is going smoothly.

The omega warriors have grown in the pack this year and it was raising concerns. They needed the same training session as others but the counseling session was voluntary.

After the drill, Easton sprinted to the alpha suite and the absence of Blake's scent told him that he was gone to the school. Nevertheless, the scent-less creature lingered in the theatre area watching some 60s movie.

"Did anything productive?" Easton questions as he washes his sweaty hands. Tib does not remove his eyes from the screen and just gestures towards the center table. The older alpha follows the line of sign and walks to the table.

The papers were neatly arranged with a rough map at the bottom. He looks at the fair points noted out and then the circles made through the map. The indications were enough to tell him what the pair must have discussed.

"Quite a work you both did" he nods, impressed by the exceptional task.

"Hmph" Tib sulks and continues watching the screen. "You are not the only one with a brain" he mumbles.

"Now don't sulk like a four-year-old. You know we have just mated we need to time-, you know" Easton explains.

He has literally no problem with Tib's stay at their place. Instead, he was happy to have his friend over but the only thing stopping him from letting Tib stay here was Cassius.

Tiberius was very cautious to avoid the tall vampire for all his life. He made sure to dodge any question, event, or encounter with the vampire that only suck him more in the pit of salvation. He would never overcome the assumption that he is NOT allowed to love Cassius.

Now the older alpha almost stepped into the lion's den to get Cassius here.

"So leave" he explains.

"I am not going anywhere. As much as this house is yours, it is also Blake's. And he let me stay here so you die" he delivers resuming his watch.

Easton sighs walking towards the stairs and then take a shower. "And yeah! Blake told you to pick him up at 12" the half-vampire informs.

"Doesn't he get out around 2?"

"Well, he doesn't have any classes after lunch so he wanted to be back soon" Tib shrugs eating the popcorn.

"Okay" Easton turns on his heels and head to the shower. The half-vampire smirks lying back down on his sofa.

"You reap what you sow" he mumbles.

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"Morning, Ezra" Blake cheers up the young alpha as he sits beside him.

"Morning, Blake. Hey, Zander" the alpha greets, smiling.

"Hi," the beta smiles back.

"What's up? You are glowing" Blake teases the man who had a blush set on his cheeks. The younger alpha nudges Ezra again to let the man glare at him jokingly.

"Anyways, how are you now?" the young alpha asks for any injuries from the kidnapping.

"I'm great. Have got no hurt, except for your brother's hammer" the younger alpha carelessly states. Zander's eyes bulge as he holds his chest.

"I'm going to puke" he hits himself on the chest stopping himself from doing the act. Blake rolls his eyes and looks at Ezra who was giving him the weirdest look.

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Samael stared at the dusty files placed on the table.

Aren't you willing to read?

"......"

Well, your so-called "father" might have plotted something before giving you these.

"......"

Your silence gives me my approval.

The voice chuckles.

"Shut up" he lets out the usual two words walking to the table. He clears the thick layer of dust and then starts intently at the first file.

You will bore a hole into the papers.

Samael stops with the acts of his eyes and opens the first file. There were three huge books of files that were old, scratchy nearing their end yet there was one brand new among them.

Untouched and new.

The young man ignores the new book and goes to the oldest looking first. The papers were turning rusty and brown, it seemed to be a record. There were 3 columns with the following heading on each: Name, Race, Status.

It started with the name Alon, vampire, alive. And the list went on. Many of their statuses were "alive" while the others' name was slammed with red ink. Samael's stomach turned to look into the details.

This better not be what he thinks it was.

I am afraid it is.

Samael turned pages after pages yet there wasn't a place that was left empty. Every line was filled and updated with time.

He was right this was the record of the people his father took in and have kept them tortured in the cellars.

"Took in" are not the words. You know it. He forcibly-

"Stop it"

Until when do you want to turn a blind eye on him? He's a monster!

"What makes me any different?!?"

Sam!

"I did everything he asked me to. Drugged people, kidnapped them, and threw them on his feet. I did not spare a single soul-"

No, you did. Blake is still breathing. He is alive thanks to you.

"......." The words by the voice froze Samael's mind. He indeed left Blake without a single scratch. What was in him that told Samael to stop? Was it because Blake looked like him? Or was it because Samael knew that the younger alpha was his brother.

"There is no such thing"

You are in denial, Sam. There is still humanity in you. You never intended to kill anyone. You didn't kill a single soul for crying out loud! It was all Christian!

"I did serve them to him!" The boy yelled back. "I served him that every single soul, if not for me they would've been happier somewhere. Alive"

The guilt was no less than a mountain in Samael's heart. He wanted to send back that every person to their respective places and apologize for all their pain. But, was that even possible. He was scared of Christian. More like he can't disobey his god.

You were forced to!

The voice desperately yells. This has been a routine to him. Stopping Samael from blaming everything on him. Showing him that his godly father is a monster instead. But, everything goes in vain when Samael doesn't give up on his father.

You are such a young boy, Sam. You were lonely. Scared. Terrified. What could you have done despite obeying his filthy orders?

"It doesn't matter"

It does matter! You can make this right.

"I can't go against him"

And? And repent all your life? See a lot more people die at his stake?

"You-"

My name is Griffen. And I am your wolf.

The voice stated firmly. This was not the first time Griffen has exposed his identity. He declared who he was right on the day he arrived yet Samael did not want to acknowledge him. He kept denying his existence because he wasn't a werewolf. He was a warlock that too a very dangerous one. Why would he have an inner wolf when he can't even shift?

In this case, the moon goddess did Griffen very wrong. She did send him to Samael as his wolf following the traits of Samael's father, Christopher's, yet she also kind of cursed the wolf that he can't actually change into a wolf following Cora's traits.

It was messed up.

"I don't care. Just stop talking"

I can't until I let you out from all this shit.

"I will rather be in this than betray him"

For what good? Don't you feel pity for the people who died in his hands? Just because he is a father figure to you doesn't mean he is always right.

"Stop" he ends the conversation by blocking away his wolf. He gets the hands of the files and starts walking to the cellar. Why would Christian ask him to step across the grills after all these years?

His steps halt right before the cellar as the pleas for help capture his mind. He wasn't even strong in the mind to cross the border. Then again, he couldn't possibly deny Christian.

He takes a deep breath, pulls over his black hood, and unlocks the grills. The chains jingle and they fall to the sides of the metal door. The metal gate creaks open with a rusting sound, making way for the young man to go walkthrough.

Samael puts the huge lock on the ground and clutches the files tighter.

Help me..... P-please.

IT HURTS!

F-food..... Wat-err

HELP!

Ahhhhhhhh......

Samael's ears kept ringing with the cries of help. His shoes got stuck to the ground, while his free hand clenched on the sleeve of the hoodie. His body shook while he examined the terror with his naked eyes.

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His steps stumble backward, barely managing his strength. The cellar was divided into several more cells, locked separately. The people in here were anything but humans. Their bones poked out of their bodies with several cuts through, fresh and old. Blood seeping out, that wet the area they were in.

The ones with strength begged with their hands out for food or freedom and the ones who didn't even seem to be breathing anymore, leaned against the wall of the jail and accepted their slow-coming death.

As mentioned in the files, there were actually various species of supernatural power here. Starting from a pale vampire to a powerless elf. They were all there.

The werewolf either with a inability to shift in their wolf forms or had their other half dead. There were shifted wolf who scrouched in corner with their fur sticking to their skin, and almost showing their inner bone structure.

All this made Samael to throw up.

"What? A new servant to torture us now?" A steady and heavy voice comes from the right. Samael perks up at the voice which did not look any defeated. It was much more ordering and strong.

His eyes bulge out of the socket when a huge man with a ripped body that peaked through the t-shirt he was wearing comes into his sight. His brows furrow then release and then furrow again in confusion.

What was he seeing? He shakes his head and reminds himself that he was here at work. Calming down he opens his eyes again to encounter the same scene.

"How? Father?" he mumbles to himself that was barely audible. Nevertheless, the prisoner heard it right. He bends his head to get a look at the man that just called him a father.

"Who are you?" the man in the jail questions. "Why did you call me "father"?"

"I-I am-"

"No baby, you got the wrong person" Samael puts his head down immediately upon the known voice. "He isn't your father, Samael. Your father is here" the young boy nods his head in the overwhelming presence.

The man in the prison clutches his fist and slams it into the floor cracking the tile. "Now now, brother. That is not how you treat your baby brother's property. I have to repair it now" Christian scowls at the man.

Brother?

"You haven't met him, have you?" He turns to Samael asking the question. The bit shakes his head in denial. "Well then, this is your great uncle and my lovely brother, Christopher Jensen," he says.

Samael's head shoots up looking at the strong man sitting before him. His heart throbs staring at the man who he has always dreamed to meet one day.

This was his father. His biological parent.

The one who gave him up.

"Have you seen the new record file yet?" the rouge questions.

Samael shakes his head in a "no".

"Then that is why you weren't aware. Open the file," the young boy does as said and opens the new file. The page was yet designed like the previous records and there the first name was entered.

Christopher Jensen, Alpha Werewolf, Soon to be dead.

Christopher glances at the pair unaware of the dish cooking in between them. Who was this young man in hoodie? Christian has a son?

Samael's hands trembled upon reading the basic words. The name was followed by certain others:

Blake Jensen

Easton Knight

Brianna Lopez

Juan Lopez

Austin Knight

Aurora Knight

Ezra Knight

Duncan Long

Elias Knight

Elena Knight

"All of these will be here soon. And you will bring them in, won't you, son?" Samael shaking looks upwards to find a sinister smile pulling over Christian's face. "Won't you?" he tilts his head with the same smile that was not reaching his eyes.

".......Yes, father" Samael bites his lips back from telling something unnecessary.

"As expected from you. I am looking forward to this" with that he walks leaving Samael in the pit of guilt, dirt, and grief.

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