Unique Specimen

Unknown POV

Under the moonlight sky, parked in the middle of nowhere...

"Boss, great news, we found her. You were right. The hunter led us straight to her." Roger nervously relayed the news. He was nervous about what he was about to say next.

Suddenly his skin pricked with nerves, and a feeling of dread washed over him, knowing what he was about to say would surely piss off his boss.

They had been monitoring the situation for some days, watching her movements, but they had to wait for the right moment, which seemed elusive.

She was always with an entourage of wolves and that witch. They were always around her, protecting her.

The person on the other end grunted, pleased that they had found her, and motioned a silent 'YES' with his free hand.

Finally, the Caller thought this was good. They were getting closer; he felt he had lost her forever while focusing on that mutt of an Alpha Zayne.

However, the Caller wondered why his guy sounded so nervous at this great news: "Spit it out, Roger."

"Any problems? Because as far as I see it, it is a simple snatch and grab." On the other end, Caller leaned back in his chair and put his foot on his desk as he squeezed a small ball in his hands.

As a doctor, he uses this method to exercise his injured hand or to imagine he was squeezing someone's neck when they pissed him off.

"We could not get to her boss." Roger stammered out.

"And the hunter?" The Caller enquired.

"Needer, can he," Roger replied.

"Why, might I ask?" The Caller asked.

"You would not believe where she is. Even the hunter is having difficulty getting her alone." Roger went on.

'Getting her alone?' The Caller was losing patience, "ROGER!" He snapped.

Roger jumped on the other end, "Sheissurroundedbywolves." Roger mumbled.

"Put Ancil on the phone." Squeezing the life out of that ball, the Caller sighed and spoke calmly.

"Yes, boss," Roger obliged, passing the phone to a wide-eyed Ancil, and Ancil took it hesitantly.

"Ancil?" The Caller ensured it was Ancil, "Yes, it is me." Ancil glanced at his partner Roger and shrugged at Roger's, gesturing, wanting to know what the Caller was saying.

"Ok, now that I have you, shoot Roger in the head and send me a picture..be sure to hit the skull." Pausing, the Caller squeezed the ball, "I am waiting."

The Caller then rested his phone gently on his desk and put it on speaker as he waited. He exercised his fingers and flexed his arm.

Ancil, on the other side of the call, his eyes widened again, and his heart rate picked up; Roger had been his partner in crime for a very long time; how was he supposed to do that?

They had been riding or dying together, working for this man for years.

But sadly, he had no choice. Else he would be next.

The Caller did not have time for Rogers's nonsense and beating around the bush. Why won't he just spit it out? What was so hard in that? He could not understand.

Why was Roger always intent on dragging out these calls longer than necessary? The Caller was over it.

Ancil turned his back on Roger, the phone still by his ear, as he quickly pulled out a pistol, screwed on the silencer, turned, aimed, and pulled the trigger thrice without hesitating or blinking.

Three bullets to the head.

They were parked on the highway, so he rested the phone on the front passenger seat, dragged Roger's body, and dumped him right where they parked off the road.

He hurriedly wiped off any traces of blood spatter on the side of the vehicle, jumped in the driver's seat, and drove off.

"Is it done?" The Caller picks up the phone. After hearing all this, he knew Ancil was on the move now.

"Yes," Ancil quickly sent the photo he took.

"Hmm, excellent, now where were we?" The Caller drawls, "Ahh, yes, now, that is over. Would you care to continue to fill me in where Roger left off? Please give me the details clearly and concisely."

"Yes, yes, boss," Ancil stammered. "She is surrounded by a lot of wolves, boss, so it has been difficult for us to get to her, but there is a ball coming up, and we can get in and take her then when everyone is busy."

"It is a big risk, but we could try; what do you think?" Ancil got out everything as he gunned it down the highway, wary of what he just had to do; beads of sweat formed on his face, and it was not even hot outside.

As a matter of fact, it was freezing tonight, more than usual.

"No, that is too much of a risk; however, let's proceed as planned, and only if the opportunity presents itself can you take it. I am sending more men, who will be there by Saturday to aid, again only if the opportunity presents itself." The Caller warned.

"Let me work on something on my end." He pelts the ball in the air and catches it.

Ending the call, he frets, 'Must I do everything myself, for f*cks sake?"

Damn it, but her blood is unique. The Caller was willing to go to the ends of the earth if he had to. There was no hill too high or valley too wide for the groundbreaking medical results he aimed to achieve.

There is a particular genetic marker in her bloodwork, which is that of a wolf. However, it always baffled him because, at the time he examined her, he sensed no wolf in her.

But hearing Ancil's words, maybe she was one of them or part wolf, but he still could not explain why he could not sense that.

Though he was human, he had an enchantment given to him by his mother, which allowed him to sense magical beings, which is why he had known of the witch and the wolf with Aubrianne since the hospital.

She was surrounded by magical creatures then and now by even more wolves. Maybe she was one of those rare cases where she shifted later in life.

But what does he know?

Nevertheless, she piqued his interest, and he needed to know more. He would love to run more tests and see what makes her tick.

Her DNA could be the answer they were looking for. Damn it, he wanted to take more samples of her blood, but her little witch friend would not leave her side for long.

One time in the hospital, his sweet and unique patient had even stirred and almost caught him. He had to get out of there before she fully came to.

And now he could not understand why capturing one little human or a wolf was so tricky.

Damn, he needs to get to her. He reminded himself-He was a doctor. He was d doctor.

People come to see him from far and wide for his groundbreaking enhancements to the human body and skin rejuvenating skin care shots.

Unlike his other failures, he now worked on a new concoction to make a human stronger, faster, deadlier, and more severe.

Nevertheless, those failures still served a purpose for him, so he would keep them around for now. But soon, a sinister smile formed on his lips; soon, he would have her.

And everything would fall into place.

Sometimes he could hardly believe his luck being in that hospital. At the same time, this beautiful specimen had come in with a head wound.

He was just a visiting doctor at the time. He'd flown in for a particular consultation and had even done the desired method for the patient interested in his ways. She was that excited.

Nevertheless, he was thankful to that patient as well. Because of her, he met the one whose blood he desired more than anything else.

And pretty soon, because of her, no more zombies, only skillfully enhanced men.

And once thriving, his creation and what all this leads to will be evolutionary.

Damn it, 'I should not have let her get out of my sight. I should have taken her when I had the chance.'

But who was he kidding? There was no way he could have taken her without raising suspicion. It was a hospital he had business in. If every hospital he visited, an incident happened, and soon, flags would be raised.

And with the successes he aimed to achieve, he simply could not risk anything by rushing and not taking the time to plan, ensuring he was never implicated.

That's why he waited for her to leave said hospital, but in the end, his guys dropped the ball, and they were still dropping the ball, and now here they are.