"When you find yourself unable to do anything but fall into an abyss, you end up finding yourself in an even deeper one."

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GENRANT P.O.V.

The moon reflects beautifully and radiates in my window, the night becomes lonely when you have no one to share it with. I'm still waiting for my moon, my soul mate, but no matter how hard I look for her I can't find her. There are times when I think she doesn't exist, there can't be someone who loves me as I am, a heartless monster. I'd settle for just having her by my side.

My wolf howls in pain every night waiting for me to hear it and follow my call, but we still can't find her. What's the use of having so much power if I can't share it with my mate?

I am someone ruthless but for my moon, I would give my life if necessary. Someday I will find her and she will be mine alone.

The sound of my office door pulls me out of my thoughts, it's better this way, if I keep busy I can camouflage the pain.

"Come in."

"Alpha, we've found the vermin. Take them to the bar?"

The rat has fallen into my trap.

"Where else? You know how to proceed," I watch as my subordinate nods before trying to rush off but stops at my call. "Tell the others not to do anything until I get there, this time I'll deal with them personally."

If you want a job done right you have to do it yourself. I should have killed them all from the start, compassion is definitely not my thing, if I had completely annihilated all those packs that rose up against me I wouldn't be with this stone in my shoe.

Before leaving I take one last look at the moon, it's time to get back to work.

The bar is as quiet as ever, and it's still the perfect front for doing our dirty work in the city. Buying it was simple, the previous owner was just an old man waiting for a lucky break in retirement, and I was that lucky break.

Those who have been coming long enough know not to ask questions, so if you see or hear anything strange it's best not to get involved unless you want to be next on my list.

This is me, the alpha you all fear.

A small dark room with the walls moldy from humidity and barely lit by a light bulb in the ceiling that swung back and forth, I guess it was the perfect atmosphere for this kind of work.

Face to face with one of the vermin I let go years ago. Was it out of pity? Not really, it was just to mark the beginning of a new era, to spread the word about why they didn't have to mess with me. It is not even necessary for me to transform into my wolf to give him what he deserves, he deserves the greatest shame of having to die under my human appearance. There is nothing more embarrassing for a wolf than to die at the hands of a human.

The screams of pain from my victim tonight make me feel better, when I need to leave a message there is nothing better than letting blood spill. Everyone needs to know that if they mess with me they will be taken to hell itself.

My black gloves are covered in a thick dark red, my victim had already stopped breathing long ago and the only thing you could hear in the room is the impact of my fists but still I don't stop hitting him, I need to de-stress and this helps me, once I feel satisfied I push his body aside and one of my pack passes me a rag so I can clean myself.

I just destroyed a perfectly good suit, the blood stains don't come off that easily and now I have them all over my suit, although it doesn't really matter I can buy as many as I want. It's just a little annoying. My gloves are the one thing I wouldn't trade for anything, let's just say they are part of my brand and have been with me for as long as I can remember.

The job was done and my pack will take care of cleaning up the body and all the mess, so I have nothing to worry about that I'll just go back to my office to plan our next move, there have been strange movements recently someone might be up to something stupid so I should give them their due, but suddenly I stopped my steps and my mind went blank, actually a smell is what stopped me. A strong smell reached deep inside me, intoxicating me completely, cinnamon and wildflowers, it's the smell of my mate.