Soft Breeze of War.

London:

I had no idea what I was currently feeling as my eyes forcibly remained on the battered bodies folded cruelly to fit into a plastic case.

Blinking slowly, I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth, gently running my tongue over my teeth while I fought to comprehend the horrid sight that incinerated every ounce of rationality I had remaining.

Reece stood beside me, his expression devoid of emotion. His eyes moved to steal a side glance my way, and after a minute of him watching me, he looked away. I figured he was probably trying to gauge the weight of my reaction and possibly brace himself for it.

My teeth slowly ground so hard that I feared my jaw would fall apart. My left eye twitched, and my lips curled into a vicious snarl. With slowed breathing, I could hear the gradual beats of my heart as my mind threaded through the dark part of seething rage.

"How was this brought here?" My voice, although calm, was misleading.

Reece looked up, keeping his hands folded behind him as he spared a minute to pick his words carefully. I could see in his eyes that he'd read my fury and was not prepared to share in its blazing intensity.

"A guard reported seeing a shadow zap past him. When questioned, he said he couldn't remember what the shadow looked like because it moved too fast."

Still standing beside him, I tilted my head to give him a sideways glance, cocking a brow at him. He lowered his eyes, despising being under my intense scrutiny. My lips gently broke into a fiendish smile, and my head twitched at my latest discovery.

I chuckled darkly, "you don't say."

The guards standing around were drenched in fear, their fright heightening when my steel-gray eyes landed on a few of them. The immediate lowering of their eyes, with hands folded behind them, gave me easier access to channel into their rapid heartbeat.

I sniffled, running a hand through my thick hair, and hissed when my ring got caught in the strands of my hair. My frustrations lapped up the opportunity to show through a ferocious growl. My eyes switched between gray and red as my beloved wolf was intent on emerging.

"I will kill them all; let me out." His low and terrifying growl told me that he was just as enraged as I was.

I chuckled, "I can't have you going on a rampage. Reece still has his uses."

His big head reared back as he bared his canines at me. "Someone is fucking with you, and you're still unfazed?"

"If I let what I feel within myself show, even a tiny peek, this whole place would burn to ashes." A low growl reverberated in my throat.

Fuyu furrowed his thick white brows at me, his red eyes glowing with the need to tear through flesh with his sharp claws. For a bloodthirsty killing machine, I wondered how his fur still remained white as snow.

"I practice personal hygiene." His sharp retort was full of irritation.

"Your tongue makes a great towel." I rasped, looking away from him.

He scoffed at me before grunting threateningly, "Let it be brought to your notice that I do not trust those Beta and Gamma of yours. Do not freak out the day you wake up and find them with missing hearts and spines."

I was least surprised to hear him voice it out. He always showed great distaste for their presence. As highly irritable as he was, Fuyu trusted no one and preferred to work alone. He had less tolerance for company and had a keen eye for every red flag, no matter how tiny it may be.

Ever since the rogue attack on my goods, Fuyu has been extremely alert and thoroughly observant of the environment and everyone working for me and living in my pack. His silence was chilling most of the time, but that was when he wasn't being petty about his preferred way of living.

I clicked dryly, gently crouching to get a better look at the carcass in front of me. I reached out a hand and, with a gentle motion, turned the handling blonde's head to the side. His opened, ghostly white eyes held a permanent expression that told a story of how his final moments were.

I spotted fresh blood roll down the gash, and the sharp scent of Orkan slapped my nose. The bittersweet yet overly prominent scent it held was almost impossible to ignore. Orkan had a unique smell, one that most often made the stomachs of anyone who had the luck of encountering it churn.

Fuyu pushed forward, his astute eyes scanning a body while his mind pieced together a perceived detail of what his final moments must have been like. He growled in my head, urging me to move on to the next victim.

I took a thorough look at the next person who lay lifelessly on the ground. The blue dye on his black hair had become an undertone of red as a result of the dried blood that matted his hair. His eyes, unlike the blonde's, were partially gorged out, and his face was contorted in a permanent expression of fear. Black veins crawled up his neck. I used my hands to trace the veins down, and I noticed they were spread all over his body, just like the blonde.

I clicked my tongue, dropping my hand to dangle from my parted thighs. Judging by everything their dead bodies had to say, whoever had done this meant to infuriate me and drive me crazy with a truckload of anger that I could not take out on the rightful source. There will be no satisfaction in taking it out on anyone if it wasn't the godforsaken motherfucker who was fucking with me right now.

Even without the grousemone tears and breaks, they still passed through insurmountable pain because getting overdosed on Orkan was extremely painful. It tears your mind to shreds from the inside, twisting your senses and bending your body to a whole new plane.

Cane eyed me from the corner, bracing himself for any outburst from me. I gently looked away from my secret glance at him. I tapped my foot on the floor, replaying in my head the messages etched on their skin.

"It looks like someone wants to play tag." I rasped with a dark undertone.

From the rhymes that appeared painful but still conveyed their specific detail, I could tell whoever did this wanted to play with me a little. He made his message clear that he wanted my head, but I knew it would be I who would have his head squashed beneath my thick boot. Indeed, it was a foolish move on his part because I definitely do not play games set by other people. I preferred the role of gamemaster; after all, games were more fun when you controlled them.

Glancing down at the bodies before me with squinted eyes, I felt a cruel urge to play along. My intelligence combined with Fuyu's was impeccable, putting me ahead by two steps. A devilish glint graced my eyes, and my lips tilted into a maniacal smirk.

The continuous dip of my eyes to catch sight of the carcass irritated me. They were once humans, not lambs to be slaughtered. I hated disrespect for the dead. Their naked states added to my fury, and I gritted my teeth in slight anger.

Oh, so help me, moon-goddess, because when I finally get my hands on this sick bastard, an extremely painful death will be guaranteed. It will be so pleasurable to have his blood pooling on my feet.

"Two can play, no Fuyu?" I asked my wolf, who grinned at me.

"Just promise me his head when we finally get him."

I really had a psychotic wolf who lived for the chaos. I chuckled in response, loving that we thought alike most of the time.

"Don't be selfish." I responded as I signaled to Reece to clean up the mess and properly dispose of the deceased.

I brought out a handkerchief from my pocket, carefully wiping off the blood that stained my fingertips. Gently, I raised myself to my full height.

"Should I call for an emergency meeting?" Cane gradually approached me.

Throwing him a side glance, "no."

"How about the rest?" I asked, referring to the remaining men sent on the mission.

"No word on them. Reece was considering sending himself out to scout for information." He spoke.

I hummed, loving how effective Reece's thinking could be. That man really knew his way around me.

"Tell him to take five men with him. I hope this time around your men are trained enough." I instructed in a warning tone as I made a reference to the past occurrence, and he lowered his head in obedience.

"Yes, my king."

"Good."

I began my retreat into the pack house when I paused, an idea popping into my brain. "Cane…?" I called without bothering to look back.

"Yes Alpha?"

"Get Chalo, your wolf, to the surface and come with me. I have a little something I'd like you to do for me."