The alpha’s assassin mate

d source of the shrill screams. Another loud, earth-shattering scream rends the air and the girl whimpered in fright as big tears plopped down from her eyes, watching her father bleeding to his own death while her mothers mangled and bloodied body laid still on the floor in a heap of blood and bones.

Swallowing hard, the brave young girl took a step forward to confront the terrifying looking animals but a hand wrapped around her mouth and the other snaked around her waist lifting her up.

She tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the palm covering her small mouth, she kicked and struggled trying to get out of the grasp of the stranger holding her tightly to no avail.

All the little girl could do was to wail soundlessly as the stranger carried her away, walking out of her village.

The last thing her young eyes saw before everything went black was the golden eyes of the wolf chasing the stranger who carried her through the forest of her village.

A man ran and ran with all his might carrying the little girl in his arms, his path drifting away from the Chorleywood village towards the derelict woods.

His breathing came out in labored puffs as he picked up speed, sending heaps of dirt and mud flying into the air.

But he was of no comparison to the animal following closely behind him, almost catching up to him.

He knew the werewolves wanted to exterminate every last of those villagers.

But he couldn allow them kill this little one, because if they did itll be the end of them all. The human race will end once and forever. He trusted and believed in the prophecy.

Her mother even sacrificed her life to save her child. She had granted him her trust that he would keep her safe no matter what. A mothers intuition was powerful; she had known Chorleywood didn have much longer.

With a strong will and determination ripped from the bottom of his heart, the man halted in his steps. Glancing over his shoulders, he found the wolf still hot on his chase. But he had time. The wolf was far enough for him to try this last scheme and run away for good.

With one last look thrown over his shoulder, the man climbed the top of a tree and tested each of the branches till he found a sturdy one and then he gently placed the unconscious girl carefully on the branch, hiding her body with leaves and then quickly climbed down from the tree.

He prayed to the gods to keep her safe and hoped she wouldn fall from the tree.

The crunch of dried leaves he heard from a distance alerted him.

He spared a single glance at the small girl lying unconscious on the tree and felt a stab of pain.

He felt horrible for leaving her behind. But he had to do this so as to lead the wolf away to save her. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the gold amulet that her mother had handed to him and threw it into the sky and it landed on a leave right beside her head. Her mother had said that it was an heirloom of the family she really belonged to and the man hadn really understood then or even now.

With a whispered, ”take care, young warrior. ”

He ran off yelling on top of his voice, so as to lead the wolves to him, far away from the little girl.

The man, Wiley, was able to lead the wolves away but he was unconscious of the other figure in a black cloak that had been tailing him.

As soon as the coast was clear, the figure appeared and climbed the tree, gingerly lifting the girl into his arms. His name was Graeme and he was the leader of the Creed Assassins. No one had ever seen his face and he had killed more people that he could keep a number on. He pulled his heavy cloak lower to swathe his face.

A dark smile crossed his lips as his charcoal black eyes flashed, ”Savyor huh? ” he muttered as he removed the heirloom from the branch and wore it around the girls neck. ”You would be my greatest weapon and I would rule the earth! ”

His black boots thudded on the dry path of the forest as he walked away from the woods. He had also heard of the prophecy, he knew of what importance the girl was.