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Anya watched the crowd grow restless outside the bar called Pandora's. The bar was legion for its upbeat music and fantastic cocktails but had a stringent entrance policy. They don't just admit any Tom, Dick or Harry. But that was just what she had read up from research.
Anya's eyes scanned the crowd once more from her SUV parked indiscriminately on the opposite lane. Looking at her watch, she smiled and decided it was time for her hunt to begin.
She was dressed to kill. Her thigh- high boots hugged her slender legs snugly and left very little skin visible beneath her leather micro-mini skirt. Her top consisted of a sheer lace babydoll that could barely contain her 36D breasts.
To any other woman, dressing like this was a signal for a definite come on. But for Anya, it was a matter of blending in. She hadn't joined the queue like everyone else, but had stridden over towards the bouncer and was immediately given a heads up to enter. He would soon forget she had even entered; she had made sure of that.
Once she was inside, Anya's face turned somber.
There was too much scent for her to focus. A quick glance assured her that no one had noticed her... yet. Wanting to buy herself more time, she went over to the bar and ordered a drink.
With her back turned from the crowd, she closed her eyes and feigned a headache. But what she was actually doing was focusing; drawing out the one scent she was supposed to follow and blocking out the rest.
"Here's your drink Ma'am" the bartender said, shaking her out of her concentration. But Anya had gotten a whiff of her prey in sight. She paid for her drink then left it there, untouched and headed towards the washroom.
She stood outside the door and tried to see how many other women were inside. There were at least ten of them. Anya didn't like what she was about to do but she knew it had to be done.
Stepping inside, it took her less than five seconds to get all the women out- even the ones in the cubicles. They all left, muttering about something they've forgotten.
Anya locked the washroom entrance and waited for her prey to come out of her cubicle. She knew that the woman would have noticed the sudden quietness, so it didn't shock her to find the woman had already shifted into her wolf form when she came out of the cubicle.
Anya had to suppress her chuckle at the confused look on the wolf's face. The bitch was sniffing the air wildly but they both knew that there was no scent in the air.
For a moment, Anya saw a brief flicker of fear in the wolf's eyes before she came close and in a blink of an eye, severed the wolf's head with a blade she had kept tucked in her boots.
Suddenly, the door broke open and in pounced another wolf. Anya was caught off guard for a moment and was almost pinned down on the floor, if not for her lightning quick reflexes.
Fuck! She had not considered the issue that this woman's mate might have been around. Anya started into the wolf's eyes, planning her escape.
The male wolf stared hard at Anya, a deep growl in his throat. The moment he began to sniff her scent, he had the same confused look on him as the woman had. Anya took that second of confusion to escape. She regretted that she would have to inform her elders of the mistake she had made.
She would have killed the second wolf too, but that would have been against her orders.
The orders were to kill the female, known as Lycia. Anya was never told why exactly each time she was given an assignment; except that the target was dangerous and would threaten the existence of mankind.
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Logan had carried Lycia's body out of the washroom. In death, her body had shifted back into her human form and she felt weightless in his arms. His other pack members had tried their best to shield him from the gaze of the crowd, giving him the chance to exit quietly to his parked car.
Logan told himself that he would not cry; tears were for the weak, his father had always said. The drive back home felt longer than usual and it was also accompanied by loss, loneliness and anger.
When he entered the compound parameters, he immediately shifted and gave a loud mournful howl. It was soon reciprocated by another howl, and another, and another.
Within minutes, his Alpha wolves had arrived, accompanied by the Betas, the shock and pain in their eyes apparent.
The female Alpha had turned away from the carcass lying in front of Logan. Logan could not look into her eyes; her sadness tore at his heart even more than a million different punishment his male Alpha had given him. His eyes remained downcast as the male Alpha spoke.
"Bring her back to our house. We will give her a proper burial... and then we will talk."
"Yes, Alpha..." Logan said softly.
The burial of an Alpha was always considered sacred in the pack. Being an Alpha pup, Lycia was given the sending off that she deserved, only that Logan had not expected it to be so soon.
The wolves had all gathered around her and were giving out one howl after another; a ritual that would only end at daybreak. Logan himself had led in the mourning ritual. His pain for Lycia's loss was articulated in his sorrowful cry that night.
The pair of Alphas were the only ones that remained silent. They had lain side by side with their dead daughter, their heads down on the ground between their paws.
Till dawn, the pack stayed that way; their howling only stopped when the male Alpha had gotten up and started to dig the earth where he had lain earlier as the site for the burial. He had done it by himself and when he was done, he gave a final bow of submission for his pup. She would forever be his pup even after centuries had passed.
As the sunlight brightened the sky, the Alpha male shifted back into his human form and motioned for Logan and his top ranking Betas to enter his home.
As the commanding male Alpha, Leon had to be strong even though he had buried his daughter only moments ago. He had always thought that he would die first but not before seeing his only daughter bear her own pups. The thought cinched his heart but he had to put that aside for now.
"Tell me, Logan, what happened," he said gruffly, the fatigue in his voice apparent.
"She was attacked in the washroom, by a woman," said Logan.
