Wolves in the Dark
Author's POV.
“You can't miss her!” Vivienne was at the outskirts of the pack, giving orders to a few guards.
“Yes, ma'am” they chorused.
“I don't want her alive, kill HER!” She said with a gaze darkened and the bunch of guards understood.
They bowed again and left, while Vivienne watched their backs.
Over the past few days, she and the council members had been able to form an army from the Alpha's guards; those who were willing to go against the Alpha of the pack.
Vivienne headed back to the penthouse, acting like nothing had happened.
Valen had sent Rodrigo out to search for Sylvia discreetly. He was uneasy, angry at himself for letting Sylvia hear that.
She had left the Penthouse because of him and the best he was able to do was scold her about the way she talks to him.
Pathetic.
At the assassin's hideout, a report came to the leader that Sylvia's location had been discovered.
“Then strike” the leader said, her gaze not leaving a spot.
In the woods, the penthouse guards moved stealthily, their swords in their right hand, the sheath sitting on their left.
They moved in rows, their gaze on their path, sharp as their blades.
Sylvia was in Beverly Inn, they had been told and they were heading there without hesitation, like puppets who were being controlled by Vivienne.
The assassins from the Creed trailed behind them in a distance, watching as things unfold.
It won't be bad having those guards kill her while they take the credit. Either way, the main motive was to make sure Sylvia was killed.
Soon, the guards were at the inn, the assassins hiding behind branches in the woods close to the inn.
The guards barged into the inn.
The morning fog was just clearing out, the guests at the inn still asleep.
The receptionist's eyes widened when he saw guards infiltrating the building.
“Who are you people?! What the hell are you doing?!” The receptionist yelled, but he was silenced when a sword was placed at his throat.
Guards moved to start searching the room, while the one who held a sword to the receptionist's throat stood there.
“A lady came in here yesterday afternoon. Blue leather jacket, a black jeans…..” the guard described Sylvia and the receptionist knew who he was describing.
The suspicious lady with a face cap.
“I've not seen anyone like that,” the receptionist said.
The sword slit through his skin, leaving a slight cut mark.
And yeah, that tiny cut hurts like mad.
“The sooner you tell the truth, the faster you make this end and keep your life” he threatened.
“Look. Our guests' information is confidential!” The receptionist barked, not acting scared of the guards sword.
He was also a martial artist, he just didn't look like it because of his fat body and pot belly.
The guard smirked, amused at the receptionist's actions even in front of a sword.
The other guards searched the rooms, the people yelling and shouting as they were being woken up by intruders when some of them slept naked.
Sylvia heard the noises and that was what woke her up. Immediately, she knew.
Someone who was on the run should at least know what to think when she hears noises like that.
She quickly packed her bag, grabbed her sword and peeked out the door. The guards were still quite far away from where she was.
She was sure there were no guards at the end since her room was the last room.
When she saw that the guards weren't looking, she stealthily moved out of the room, quickly moving to the back of the wall where she was able to hide.
One of the guards noticed movements and quickly moved over there, but Sylvia was gone, quickly running up the stairs to the rooftop as that was the only available place she could run to.
The guard got there and when he didn't see anyone, looked at the last room suspiciously.
The other rooms had been checked, no one. But this guard was uneasy about the last room.
He went over to the receptionist, snatching his records for the week.
He searched for the previous night lodges, and in room 35, there was no one.
“So, did you find your target?” The receptionist asked as the sword was lowered from his neck.
“She was never here,” one of the guards muttered.
“I'll check the rooftop and be back” another said as he ran down the hallway.
The receptionist sighed. The lady was just lucky that he had forgotten to record her details the previous evening because of how he was intrigued by her weird and suspicious appearance.
He was glad that she was able to get away. He didn't know why, but he felt like he should protect her from the guards and he did.
Sylvia looked down from the rooftop and jumped onto a pole without being scared. She slid down the pole with ease, though the fucking thing hurt her hand.
Only the assassins saw that she was getting out of the inn alive.
The guard who came to check the rooftop saw no one. They thought she was never in the inn to begin with and decided to return back to Vivienne.
“Stupid and pathetic!” One of the male assassins said, seeing their actions.
“We strike then” another one said, a feminine voice.
Sylvia ran into the woods, trying to get away from the guards if they were still following her.
She didn't know the assassins were following behind her as they trailed carefully.
Soon, she became relaxed, walking slow and carefully as she was sure that the guards would have gone back.
Well, the guards had done that, but in the woods, other threats awaited her.
“Let's strike!” One of the assassins muttered, standing up to draw his sword, but the one who was leading them stopped him with a hand.
“Look…” he pointed to some people walking towards Sylvia.
Rogues. Looking more like bandits.
“They came for her,” he said. “Let's wait and see”
Arrows whooshed in the air, sent from Sylvia's back. Her eyes went wide open, her ears becoming more sharp.
She turned, bending at the same time, the three arrows flying past her head. Then she came face-to-face with the rogues and for a moment, she trembled.