Samuel returned to his suite that day wishing Rita could have come with her. The trip for the most part had been a mess. London had taken a less promising turn, Lyon was supposed to be the crowning jewel but that had been ruined and Milan was the worst of it. Well, not all of it. The last two days were some of the best he had had with her. He got to live out some of his fantasies, the sight of her drowning in pleasure was branded into his brain and a rush of heat went sent straight to his groin. There were other victories besides sexual gratification. For once, she had let lose enough to without locking the door behind her and show the scars on her back.
It was a start in getting her to trust him. He wanted to make fond memories with her and not just ones with sex in it.
He thought back to when Jake had sent him the results of Rutherford's dealings. He was not a bit surprised when he saw the collection of Deleze Inc rivals but where he was surprised was seeing Silas' name on the list. That was why he called his father. Silas Wren might have been a different kind of evil to the non-human community and the human community but to the Princeton family line, he was considered enemy number one. All other enemies were pushed back when he was involved.
The first time he remembered seeing Silas was when he was sixteen, the night one of his little sisters died. That was one of the only times he had seen his father so angry, defeated and in tears. What he did could never be forgiven, forgotten or pardoned into the past. Now the bastard had messed with Rita. He was not going to let that go. One way or another Silas Wren was going to pay for all he had done. He took out the medallion hidden under his shirt. ‘Isla, come.’ he commanded in his mind.
There was a stillness in the air before it disappeared with a bowing Isla before him. “You called Master?”
“How are my cousins doing?” he asked.
“Absolutely miserable.” She answered. He could hear the smile in her voice before it appeared on her lips. Meaning the fuckers were in some shit. Good.
“Have fun until you get bored, you have a week.”
“You are too generous to me Master.”
“The council has gotten involved, ensure that you are not seen or felt.”
“Of course Master.”
“After that i want you to find out everything you can about Silas Wren.” Even saying his name brought a sour bitternes to his mouth.
Isla bolted upright and hissed, her eyes flashing in distaste. “That foul creature?!”
He shared her sentiment. “The one and the same.”
Isla hissed again but said nothing. “Find out what his plans are and report back to me?”
“As my master commands.” she said before disappearing the same way she came.
Samuel picked up his phone and called Gero. “Hello Alpha Princeton, I hear you are finally back. How is you assistant?”
“She is doing well Gero, thank you for the help. But that is not why I called you.”
“Oh? Then what is the reason?” Gero asked, his voice all business.
That was exactly how Samuel wanted him. “Do you have think you can make a protection that can withstand a spell cast by a mage of dark power?”
“It depends on which dark mage you are talking about?” Gero replied.
“Silas Wren.”
Gero sighed deeply like he had known he was going to say that. “Why do you like giving me tough nuts to crack?”
“Can you? Or is it outside your power and expertise?” He did not have time for even slight banter. He needed to know if Gero could or could not do what he was asking for, so he could start looking for other options. That old fucker was not going to stay quiet and ideal and he did not intend to either.
“We both know I can't go as far as that.” he said. “But I know someone who can.”
“Who?”
Gero sighed again. “An old apprentice of mine. He has a gift for the exact kind of magic you are looking for. But he is greedy. Exceedingly greedy.”
That was basically the pot calling the kettle black, even so if Gero was saying this person was exceedingly greedy then it was worth noting. “Then you be the middle man. I'll pay twice the money you lose to him.”
“Ok.” Gero said. “Samuel, is he really back again?”
This was the question he had been dying to ask since this conversation started. “Yes.”
“Talek.” Gero swore in Sesti.
****
THAT SAME NIGHT
Samuel's phone rang and he pulled up the caller ID. It was Evanston.
“Good evening Alpha.”
“Anything to report?”
“I think I might have found out what is going on with you and your wolf.”
“You might or you know?” There was a few seconds before Samuel continued. “You should know I'm not one to tiptoe about this kind of matters. Out with it. What is the diagnosis?”
Evanston gave a little cough and an apology befgore he got on with it. “From all your symptoms and your previous medical data, I can say you have Regiegiaritis.”
Reg–Rejiatt– Samuel could not even pronounce it. “What is that?”
The Doctor explained. “It's a rare condition that occurs when a werewolf or lycan is born with separate minds. One for the wolf and one for the human look alike part. It was dormant in your genes but due to stress, from your affairs in addition to being away from the pack for so long, it manifested.”
“What risk level is it?” Samuel asked. The Doctor did not say anything.
Samuel had the growing sense of dread that whatever this was, it was going to be bad. “Evanston, out with it.” he growled.
He heard him take a deep breath before he said, “Seven on the scale Alpha,”
Fuck!
Risk levels for werewolves went from one to ten. One, being non-threatening, requires medication and counseling to ten, which would require life imprisonment or a death sentence for the good of the pack and the wolf included. He was at freaking seven! Might as well lock him up right now!
Once Evanston got going he did not stop.
“The preventive measure is for the wolf in question to go through herbal therapy, that is if it is caught early. It's been months since you said your symptoms started showing so we can cross that out.”
“Is there a cure?” Samuel asked anxiously.
Evanston answered. “Alpha, there is no cure.” Hell! Great! Just fucking great!
“But there are ways to keep it under control and prevent a total mental breakdown,” he added.
“Well, what is it? Don't leave me in suspense.”
“The first step is to have a talk with your wolf. That will require some magical assistance. The aim there is to understand what both parties want and or need.”
“Ok. Is that all?”
Evanston continued. “The next one is to have one's mate around to provide stability of the mind.”
“And if I don't.” Samuel asked.
Seconds flew by before Evanston said anything. When he did it was in a sombre tone. “I'm sorry Alpha.”
Samuel dropped the call and threw his phone on the bed where it bounced high off the mattress before falling on its screen on the bed just a few inches from falling to the floor.
“Fucking hell!” he seethed.
Why? Why this for crying out loud?! He was a classified threat now, there was nothing he could do about that, he just had to start taking steps to make sure it did not get out of control. But hell, why now?!
He should give Gero another call. No. His over-dependency on the mage needed to stop. Besides, he had already given him a task to do. He needed to find someone else to help him connect to the mind of his wolf. But who could he get in contact with? Whoever it was, they had to have his utmost trust and best interest at heart. Secrecy and loyalty were two other important factors in his search.
Samuel's mind ran through prospective candidates and three faces popped up. Penelope Lapis, Hunter Kravin and Avery Sermlo. Samuel shook his head, he could not involve Avery in any of this, what was he thinking?! So that narrowed down the search to Penelope Lapis and Hunter Kravin.
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A FEW HOURS BEFORE
“Is everything ready, Silas?”
“Almost.” he answered, “I still have other… ingredients to procure.”
“Did you find out anything through that human?”
“A wealth of things, none important to our cause but they are closer than they appear. At least for now.”
“Are they still in Milan?”
“They are currently on their way back to Alvas.” he answered. He was getting pissed at who their conversation was centering on but he did not show it.
“What about the Delezes?” she asked.
“Unfortunately neither one of the brothers wishes to collaborate with me.”
“Fine then. Let them suffer the consequences.”
“They will realize the error of their ways and come crawling. Get the rest of what you need quickly.”
“Yes mistress.”
“And Silas before I forget.”
Suddenly Silas wailed, crumpled to the ground and writhed in pain. Gasps for air, turned into shrill screams for mercy. Then as quickly as it came, it was gone.
“Remember that and what I can do to you the next time you try to go against me again.” she said.
Silas staggered up, gritting his teeth at the aftershocks, the insult, his failure and his own helplessness. “I understand Mistress.”
His last words to her before teleporting out of the room. No matter what, someday, somehow he was going to break free of this lupa once and for all. And he would make her suffer.
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This marks the end of RESISTING HIM, CHASING HER!
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