Love Agreement With The King

After about half an hour of waiting. Finally the hoodie was successfully stolen.

They even successfully recruited a werewolf to track the murder's direction through his smell. John promised him to pay him a large sum of coins in order to help them so he couldn't refuse such an offer.

After a part of the entire sum was anticipied, the werewolf began sniffing around and heading toward the forest. The whole of John followed him included himself who at each noise he heard joined, from the anxiousness his senses were amplified. The only reason that let him sleep and gave him a reason to wake up in the morning was to revenge his father's death.

Although he knew that it wouldn't bring him back to life yet it would be enough to make him happy.

He wanted to see him beg for his life and suffer just as much as his father did and he wanted to be the one to cause him such a suffering.

The werewolf began to run at an increased speed and they speeded up managing to keep his pace, John clenched his fists, his heart skipped a beat at the thought of finally getting his hands on him.

Suddenly the creature stopped, he groaned and began to shake his head. His gaze darted around the wood.

He took some rushy steps toward a direction just to turn around and run in a totally opposite one.

He stopped again, he seemed confused.

"What?" John asked looking around the wood the animal leaded them into, it was a forest of a suburban city nearly Yorkshire.

Another groan escaped from the wereworlf's mouth and then he began to run in the direction they came from.

After the third time that same situation happened, John couldn't take it anymore and groaned aloud, "Are you mocking me? Aren't you??" His voice thundered, he pushed him toward the three strongly enough that the trunk pulled down pushed by his shove. A cry of pain let his mouth followed by a moan as he started to bleed.

John grabbed him by the neck, his claws were almost skinning through his neck. The creature lifted his chin not to get sharpened by his long claws. He was shaking and couldn't keep his eye contact on him.

"so-so-sorry." He murmured, slowly trasforming himself back to its human form.

John groaned leaning toward him to finish him off when he spoke right before he could be hitten, "It's not my fault. It's like he was chasing us at the same time, I can feel him near and then distant, I don't understand." His voice broke, his eyes were shut in fear.

"Useless doggie." He shouted in ire throwning his body strongly onto the ground, the animal hit his head and fall asleep unconscious.

"It wouldn't be a smooth move to kill a werewolf unless you want to start a conflict with them." A deep voice spoke, John's eye flashered in anger, groaning as he looked around in the search of the voice's source.

"AAAAAAAAAH"

He heard a more familiar voice scream in fear and when John turned around one of his squad's member was gone.

"Who are you?" John's voice thundered. He could perceive his presence but it was so dispersive that he couldn't identify his position.

"Joh...." A whisper escaped from his friend's lips and another one was gone.

John swallowed feeling both guilty and mad for their friends being caught, acknowledging that the werewolf was indeed right as his smell was dispersive enough that it seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere.

He was really as powerful as people described him. He was rumored to have taken so many life absorbing all their strenghts and powers. Few people who were lucky enough to survive against him described him as the fastest creature in the entire world. His speediness would explain the dispersion of his smell, if he was that fast it was impossible to track him.

"If you have the courage, take me, not them!" John shouted aloud.

But before he could finish his sentence both of the remaining boys were gone.

"I will leave you alone, and just when you feel completely lost and lonely I will come to get you." from the anger his voice raised enough to let John take a hint of where he might be.

If the smell could deceive him his hearing let him deduce a possible position.

He needed to anger him more to receive another clue and have the certainty of his position.

John clenched his fists feeling the excitement of finally laying his hands on him.

"Do you have some preferences?" John voice raised, his gaze wandered around the wood, his pupils dilated as he focused on catching every perception.

"I mean, preferences in ways to be killed." He continued, taking a step forward.

"I was thinking about finding out your worst fear. I heard some rumors claiming it may be drowning. If so then I will poison you and stab you in the same way you stabbed my father." He narrowed his eyes when he saw the branch of a three slightly shake.

"I will lay your wounded body in a tub and make sure to keep you alive enough until tub to be filled." His eyebrow knitted down creasing his forehead, his eyes were redder than they never been.

"Just then, I will drawn you in your own blood."

A groan was heard, and he rushed toward the left corner in the middle of two threes.

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