Chapter 236 - EPILOGUE 3 (VOLUME 2)
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Bryce
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"Alpha, we've finally found where he's hiding." One of my deltas, Kyle, had just returned from a meeting with some allies of ours that was helping me to locate a traitorous shitbag.
"Where is he Kyle?" I demanded.
"He's hiding in the mountains in Tennessee. It seems like he has some very distant relatives in that area that we didn't know about at first."
"Good, we'll leave right away." I started toward my office door, ready to head home and prepare for this journey.
"Yes, Sir." I knew that Kyle would notify the right members of my pack to let them know of our travel plans. Delivering messages was his job after all.
I had been waiting for this moment. For almost two months now I had been looking for this fucking scumbag. This worthless piece of shit that considered himself an alpha but turned his back on his own kind and aided in the attack on another pack. Who the fuck did he think he was?
I may be a world class asshole that doesn't like most people but even I wouldn't try to deliberately destroy another pack just so I could get their land. That was idiocy. And to attack the largest pack in the damn country, seriously. That man must have had a death wish.
And, to make matters worse, he brought that fight of his to my territory. He crossed my boundaries and put my people in danger. He had to pay. There was no way around it. He was going to pay, with his life.
I decided it was best to drive to Tennessee to track Stanley down. I planned on bringing home some souvenirs and I didn't need to get caught by TSA. It would be a little hard to explain why my luggage was dripping blood on the return flight. Nope, driving it was.
It took a few days of driving through the mountains, but I eventually made it to the little hick town that Stanley was supposed to be hiding in. I caught his scent the moment I got within ten miles of the town. There was no mistaking the scent of a cowardly asshole.
I hadn't even been in town for an hour when I found where he was cowering, hiding while holed up in some backwoods cabin with no electricity. He probably thought that if he stayed in this place long enough, Reece and I would forget about him. Like Reece would forget that he had aided Edmond in fighting against the Red Springs Pack, and like I would forget that he had crossed into and fouled up my territory with his vile stench.
I stomped my way to the cabin's front door. Stanley must have known I was coming. When I kicked the door in I saw him cowering in a corner, nearly shaking with fear.
"Hey there fuckface." I smiled at him. "Been waiting for me long?" I saw him flinch at my words. He knew he was beat but there was no back door that he could have escaped from. There was only the front door and two front windows. Any attempt at escaping would have put him into my hands anyway. If he was a smarter man he would have realized that he was a werewolf and this was a wooden cabin, he could have broken down a wall to escape. But we were talking about a brain dead, spineless twit, he wouldn't have been smart enough for that.
"Leave me alone Bryce, I've got no beef with you." He was trying to sound tough as he shook in fear. "I-I don't want to have to hurt you." He was really putting on a show for me.
"You? Hurt me? Don't make me fucking laugh Stanley. The day that you could beat me is the day I fucking dropped dead ten minutes before the fight started."
"I'm younger than you."
"What the fuck does that prove?" I growled at him.
"I'm younger so I'm stronger." He seemed to be getting more confident. "I-I thought it was going to be Reece that found me, not an old has been like you."
"If you think I am so easy to beat then you shouldn't be cowering like a little girl in the fucking corner."
"I'm not cowering." He yelled at me.
"Yeah, right. And I am the queen of fucking England. If you were shaking anymore you'd cause a tsunami in Japan."
"Fuck you Bryce." He ground out through his clenched teeth. "This is why everyone hates you. You think you're better than everyone else and you're a fucking asshole to boot."
"Awe, don't be like that Stanley, you'll hurt my feelings." I chuckled at him to let him know that I was unfazed.
"Go to hell you old geezer."
"Come over here and fight this old geezer, Stan my man, and we'll see who's the stronger of the two of us."
"You've got your men with you, you'll just have them take over for you."
"The hell I will, I fight my own battles you fucking pussy. I'm not like you who turned tail and ran as soon as you saw Reece and I show up at your little fuck buddy's house of horrors." I yelled at him, my anger flaring. "Did Edmond show you a real good time Stanley? Did he make it all worth your time and effort? For your sake I hope he did, because you're about to atone for that shit right now."
"Like hell I am." He was finally growing his back bone, he even took a step away from the wall as he glared at me.
"Then prove it. Cause I am about to beat your fucking ass like there is no tomorrow.
Stanley seemed to have had enough of my taunts. He thought he could attack me with a surprise attack. He curled his hands, making his lethal claws appear as he threw himself at me. But there was no comparing his idiotic fighting style to my aged wisdom and experience. I simply sidestepped his attack and grabbed him by the throat at the same time.
"You're a fucking moron Stanley, you know that." I grinned at him as I added a great deal of pressure to his throat. He tried to say something but it was unintelligible. "What was that Stanley, I didn't catch that? Did you say you want a stronger hug from my fingers?" I joked as I tightened my grip even further, bringing my claws out as well.
My long, sharp claws instantly dug into his throat, breaking the skin and sending blood pouring down his body.
"Oops, I seemed to have made a booboo." I laughed as I lifted him in my grip and proceeded to slam him against the ground. "Here, let me help you."
Once I had Stanley on the ground, me leaning over him, I placed one foot on his chest. I tightened my grip and felt my fingers and claws slide even deeper into his throat. Stanley made a choking noise as my claws dug into his jugular, blood was also beginning to trickle out the side of his mouth.
I smiled at the sight before me. The man was being choked by my hand and his own blood at the same time. It was so satisfying to see. I was about to really enjoy what I was going to do.
With my one foot on Stanley's chest to hold him down and my claws dug deep to give me a firm hold I started to pull.
I heard the popping, tearing, and screaming as I slowly pulled harder and harder on Stanley's throat and head. I added my other hand, claws digging in just as far as the ones on the other hand.
With both of my hands now in place it was making my task that much easier. The sight that was playing out before me was not pleasant, for most people anyway, but it made me grin happily.
The skin around the punctures, all the holes I made in Stanley's neck with my claws, were slowly tearing open. I watched on with pure joy as his head slowly ripped free of his neck. The hot, violent spray of blood that accompanied it didn't even annoy me, it was satisfying because I was the one who had caused it, I was the one who had killed that little fucking piss ant.
"Hmm, what should I do with your head?" I mused, asking the dead man as I stood up, his blood dripping off my face like it was nothing more than sweat caused by an intense workout. "I think I will give you to Reece as a wedding present. He should like that." I laughed then, it sounded normal to me but based on the looks from the men around me it must have been at least a little maniacal. Oh well, I wasn't going to stop anytime soon. I was glad that I had killed that fucking asshole. That was one less thing we all needed to worry about.