Half Faced Alpha
Chapter 1

"Get

ready."

The husky voice sent chills and shivers down the spine of the Crimson moon werewolf soldiers, and they all readied themselves. The grand alpha of whispers was coming today, and this time, the target was a small village on the outlets, backing their moon. It was mostly dominated by women, so they knew it would be an easy fight.

The wolves were on all fours by the time the alpha actually appeared, their chests thrust out, ready for war.

"But.." A small omega soldier stammered.

"Speak."

He swallowed and turned to the Alpha who was towering him. He looked at him, examining him closely.

"I.."

"Why have you not shifted?"

"I do not want to go." The Omega said, whimpering.

The Alpha's blood red eyes thinned. "What did you say?"

The omega shook his head. "Why do I have to kill women that have done nothing to us?"

Everywhere grew quiet and The alpha's shielded face broke into a large smile.

He then started to laugh harder, shaking his head.

"You do not want to kill anymore, is that it?"

The omega nodded, expecting the worst. The Alpha was not known for mercy or compassion, and he knew he was making a big mistake. However, he would rather do this than go on another massacre of innocent creatures. Before anyone could say anything, one of the older wolves turned back, running between the alpha and the omega.

He went straight to his knees, with nothing covering him except his cloak.

"I am sorry, your highness. He is just a small boy. Please forgive him."

None of the other wolves moved, even though some felt pity for the father and son.

He laughed, dragging the father to stand in front of him by the edge of his cloak.

"You are his father?" His voice was dark, evil. Like the audio adaptation of the devil himself.

The man nodded, as the omega held on to his dangling feet, crying, knowing his mouth had brought this on them.

"Well.." The Alpha said, pulling out small knife with his left hand. "Fathers are responsible for their cub's manners, am I right?"

Before the father could finish nodding, the knife had gone through his stomach, piercing every vital organ in its way till it reached the back, tore the flesh there and poked out.

The omega child only felt the sticky liquid splash on his face, and his father became immobile.

The alpha let him go after pulling the knife out, dropping him to the ground unceremoniously. He gave one indignant look at the child, before turning away.

That was the kind of man he was. One who didn't flinch no matter how warm the blood felt on his hands. One who didn't care no matter who was watching. He had power and he would use it.

"What are you going to do?" The witch, Ari stood, panting, her eyes dilated from fear. "Do we attempt to stop him?"

The Head witch, Selina smiled mildly, shaking her head. "He is not just going to invade us, that alpha. He will shed our blood and it will run like dirty streams on the floor. This ground we stand on will be wet and soaked with our very own blood."

Ari gasped, taking a step back. "Can we not do anything to stop him? A spell?" She was desperate, the shake in her hand and voice a major evidence of that.

Selina looked at her with another wistful smile. "Destiny prevails."

With that, she walked away, leaving Ari in tears.

If they reveal themselves to be witches, they will be killed nonetheless. Witches were abominations, and a threat to the more powerful werewolves. They were killed on sight. They have only managed to come this far by hiding their identities and keeping an extremely low profile.

But today..this is the very end for all of them, and there was nothing no one, not even her, as powerful as she was, could do.

She waited for the inevitable by the single candle light in her open yard.

He was here, and she could hear the sounds from their running paws. They were only helpless women. It wouldn't take long for him to get to her.

She waited, the sound of the screams, the futile attempts to run, and the weak spells the wolves teeth somehow cut through and got to the wielders of such spells. It all sounded like some tape, like it was coming from a distant place, not from the small habitat she had managed to create for herself. And everyone she has ever loved, or known.

It was all crumbling into blood, fire and death, and she was sitting here, watching it all happen.

"Is this not fancy?"

She thought she wouldn't flinch when he came, but she felt her heart drop to her stomach. He was right here, but the screams continued. Typical of Alphas to only give the order, but keep their hands clean.

He walked to her, then sat closed to her, a small smile playing on his lips. She couldn't see anything else, as his cloak had covered it. "Why do you hide your face from me?"

He shrugged, then looked at her. "What is there to hide? I just love my secret." He laughed, like he had managed to crack himself up.

She nodded. "You will keep it on for longer than you want to."

"Why would I want to do that?"

She turned to face him, one of her eye brows raised, her left eye filled to the brim with tears.

"You have killed every one, haven't you?"

He shrugged. "My soldiers are still on it. You women know all the hiding places."

She snickered humorlessly. "The same way you'll learn to hide too, Alpha."

"Oh really? Is this one of those curses you people who are about to die manage to speak out? Because I have had countless of those and they didn't work, so you might want to save your breath."

She broke out in laughter, as he started to pull out his small knife, his thumb and index caressing the sharp edges, his eyes following the small reflection of the candlelight on the bloodstained blade. "Actually, yes, it is. But not quite. The rest didn't have any effect on you because their spirit was weak, their need for vengeance even weaker. I.."

She broke into a laughter as he stood up. Her time was up.

"I am strong. Both in spirit and in need for vengeance."

He extended his hand to her, not minding anything she was saying.

She gave it, knowing she had literally no other option.