[ ian bohen, male, he/him ] whatever you think you know about CLARENCE “RAZOR” LORENZ, the 47 year old, BISEXUAL, NEW COMER, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored WEREWOLF is often described as STRATEGIC + AVARICIOUS but don’t let them fool you; they can also be WICKED + SADISTIC, which often has them regarded as the THE DIRTBAG they are a BUSINESS OWNER at the COOL WATER’S INK but it’s also said they are a ALPHA within the BLOOD MOON PACK. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.
Born to proud pure breed werewolves, Clarence---who was nickenamed Razor for his aggressive personality from a young age---was trained to become a first class werewolf. He depicted cruel and antisocial behavior since his birth, his mother sharing how even as he was born, Clarence didn’t cry, he’d screamed in rage. From then he was taught werewolf were the apex predator in the world they called home. He was trained to fight and to become a vicious leader that would carry on the Blood Moon Pack’s tradition.
However, Clarence was the youngest of two and his older sister seemed to possess a natural skill at leadership. Seeing the budding competition, their parents did all they could to pin them against each other, believing it to be a productive environment for their offspring.
He remembers the Rayne Pack from a young age. Although the Blood Moon Pack thought of them as less-refined werewolves, his father fancied their eldest daughter and had arranged for her to be his second wife. However, during a Hunt, Clarence’s father and mother were murdered by their prey and the Alphahood was passed to Clarence’s sister.
He was able to control his rage and hunger for power for a year before it became too much for him. On the one year anniversary of their parents death, the Blood Moon Pack began a nomadic lifestyle. A few hours into their first trip, Clarence challenged his sister who was taken aback and tried to negotiate a way out of the challenge. She said she loved him and didn’t want to kill her little brother.... Which prompted Clarence to smile and agree that she couldn’t do it before using his claws to rip her throat open. That was the beginning of a new era of the Blood Moon Pack, which became progressively more radical than it used to be.
When the Rayne Alpha and his children came to him for help, Clarence agreed to help... So long as Rayne bent the knee to him. When he didn’t, Clarence challenged him to a duel to the death... Which he won. Afterwards, however, he still helped the Rayne pups have their revenge. After all, there was no better way to manipulate others than taking everything from them and then giving them exactly what they wanted.
Settling in Creation Peaks, Razor is looking to take over as the local pack and continue to set werewolf supremacy on stone. After all, a werewolf still in their two-digit age range still had a long life to live...
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Well into the blizzard, after taking the life of a werewolf he’d almost taken up as his mate, Razor had been challenged by his favorite Beta. Prideful in a way that seemed cocky, eyes turned red as he accepted the challenge. However, the facede hid a pain-filled wrath. Razor felt betrayed.
At the beginning, he fought hard and savagely, but soon he began to toy with Kaleb. Razor just couldn't kill him and be done with it---done with the threat to his Alphahood. Instead, he wanted Kaleb to feel helpless, useless and freightened.
Sadly, Clarence Lorenz made one fatal mistake: he brought Kitty into it as he attempted to humiliate Kaleb. Before Razor could even finish his cruel sentence, a beast awoke within Kaleb---the beast Razor had been trying to groom out of him---and the Alpha felt his throat splitting widely. "I... didn't lose," he wheezed, vocal cords almost gone as well. "... you're just another me.. born of everything I-I've done..."
In his mind, Razor gave a longer speech in which he took credit for his own death. The last thing he saw before he died were a pair of red eyes.
As Razor mentioned Morgan Teddy knew that whatever happened here it wouldn’t be good, all his life Teddy had done exactly what his father had told him. He was the perfect son, he killed his older sister Anastasia, he’d killed anyone his father told him needed to die. He had done everything his father had ever asked.
But now as his Alpha looked into his eyes and told him he’d teach them both a lesson he felt like ripping his fathers throat out, he had taken each lesson handed to him without complaint his entire life. But the moment Kitty was threatened an involuntary snarl left his throat, fangs grit together as fierce glowing blue eyes never left Razor’s.
Then the Alpha began to mention demons, Teddy tensing as he explained it all so casually. Only for Razor’s words to hit him like a punch to the gut, he had another sister, an older sister. He was still just a spare in his fathers eyes, he had never been anything more than a spare.
Teddy could feel Kitty’s hand reach back to squeeze his, her fingers interlacing with his. He clung to it like a lifeline, knowing that if he let it go he might do something he’d come to regret.
But as Kitty began to plead with Razor, moving even closer he wanted to do nothing more than pull her back behind him again, keep her as far away from his father as physically possible. It made him sick to think about what his father might do to keep her in line, what he might do to her to punish him.
Then his father’s next words left him numb, his order to Kitty, either bring him Morgan’s head or bring him his only son’s.
He remembered Kitty’s question, if she asked would he run away with her? Would he leave his entire pack behind for her? The answer had escaped him for hours, but now as he stood there staring at his father giving an order to Teddy’s mate, ordering her to bring him Morgan’s head or Teddy’s, he felt like he could answer it now.
When Kitty told Razor she would bring him Morgan’s head his eyes fell shut, he knew what she was doing, she was buying them time. Time to get away, time to flee.
Letting go of her hand he took another step forward, as his eyes opened they were their normal blue. “Let me help her, you know I’ve never questioned you before. I’m still your son, I might not be your heir, but I am your beta and I’ve never faltered, I’ve made mistakes, I know I’ll have to pay for those. Let me help her bring you Morgan’s head to make up for this, I fell in love. I got soft. I’ll go to the tunnels afterwards to pay for it in full, I’ll work my ass off with the omegas to make this up to you, Alpha. But let me do this for you, to prove that I’m not weak, that I’m still a wolf and I’m ready to show you. You raised me, I’m your son. I know what I have to do now and I’m ready to do it.”
Had Razor had a working heart, peharps it’d be pulled at the strings by his only son’s relationship to the youngest Rayne. Had he not been so egotistical, maybe they would’ve even reminded him of Kiera and himself... Except, Kiera and Razor were never meant to be Betas---they were dominant Alphas who knew what they wanted and deserved. Even if they hadn’t already met with their own red eyes, Razor was sure they wouldn’t had wasted time getting them.
In his eyes, if Kitty truly was the mate for Teddy: she would’ve encouraged him and helped him killing the local Alpha and getting the young Lorenz his own Alphahood---with or without knowledge of the eldest Lorenz that was now in the picture.
As they both spoke and defended themselves, Razor couldn’t help letting his mind wander. Soon, he found himself walking over to a sink where the Alpha casually washed his hands before checking the wolfsbane injury on his shoulder. “As my son, you should focus on hunting down that cute little local Alpha,” Razor chuckled sourly as Theodore now changed his challenging tune. “Although I do appreciate you apparent devotion to my son, Kitty.... We’re about to see how true your statements are... Go: the both of you,” he dismissed them so that he could mend his own wound. Burning it with a lighter was going to hurt real nice.
When Kitty ran in Teddy’s entire body immediately tensed, especially as she pleaded with him to stop and then began speaking to his father, pleading for his life. Without hesitation he moved, his back to Kitty, making sure she was pressed up against his back as he kept his focus on Razor.
As Kitty reminded his father that Teddy was his heir and her mate he felt his heart clench, he kept himself ready in case his father attacked, not trusting that it wouldn’t turn violent at any moment.
If his father wanted to teach him a lesson, now would be the time and the thought terrified him enough to send his senses into overdrive.
It was Kitty Rayne walking in what caught his attention, although Razor did not budge---red gaze locked with his son's icy blue. It wasn't until Kitty moved forward that he turned to look at her.
When told about things out in the snow, his gaze narrowed and he looked back at his son's injuries. Taking a step back curiously at Teddy's actions at the youngest Rayne's appearance, Razor ultimately chuckled. "I also told you to kill Morgan and I can sense her here," he finally spoke, a bitter smile on his lips. The rest of her words left the Alpha unmoved.
"I'll teach you both a lesson, son, how about that? Am I not a benevolent Alpha?" he goaded, momentarily looking into Theodore's eyes. "There's demons in this world. Be proud, son, you survived it," he explained casually, as if he'd known all along---when in reality, it was mostly speculation from dealing with crazy bitches. "Also, you’re not my heir, but the spare yet again: you have an older sister in this building."
Closing the gap between himself and his Betas, Razor now looked deep into Kitty's eyes. "And if you want to make it to the end of the storm you got two choices: bring me Morgan's head or his," Razor ordered, pointing at his only son.
For years, the idea of challenging Razor had terrified Kaleb. He had witnessed unimaginable levels of brutality, had been at the receiving end and helped deal it on more than one occasion. From the very beginning, he understood a quick death was the best possible outcome when facing Razor Lorenz. Because even if one survived, even if somehow one managed to get away, they would never find peace. Not as long as he was alive. But even knowing all of that, it wasn’t his own fate that scared him the most. Kaleb feared what would happen to Kitty if he was gone, what she would be forced to do and who she would be forced to become.
At that moment though, Kaleb didn’t feel scared. Not because he was confident he could win, in fact he expected to lose his life that very night. He wasn’t scared because it was finally clear there was no other choice. Because he could either die running, or he could die doing something that actually mattered. That would actually help.
This was how he protected his sister, how he made sure Razor couldn’t do to her what he’d done to him. This was how they finally earned their freedom, his life irrelevant compared to the safety of the others. He just had to make sure he took the Alpha right down to hell with him.
“More like a long time coming,” Kaleb countered when Razor proclaimed to be hurt by his actions, a bitter chuckle escaping his lips after a moment. “–And possibly a little too late.” So many had already been hurt. So many had already died. There was so much Kaleb stood by. So much he allowed to happen…
The Beta stared at the supply bags, well aware the Alpha knew what he’d been planning. “It wouldn’t have worked, I know that.” Brown eyes met the other’s gaze. “A desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable, I guess.” Kaleb pushed on the exit doors behind him, the strong winds forcing them to remain open, snow quickly accumulating at his feet. “There’s only one way to end this…”
From a sheath strapped to the back of his belt, Kaleb grabbed a hunting knife, pressing the blade to his palm and cutting it open. He closed his hand tightly into a fist, holding it between him and Razor, blood dripping onto the floor before the wound healed. “I challenge you,” he declared, throwing the knife at the Alpha’s feet. “For the Alphahood and the Pack.”
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“Was it?” Razor questioned when Kaleb claimed it had been a long time coming. “Strange... That’s not how I saw things,” he admitted, letting out a soft sigh. “Then again, I did always see a lot of me in you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Not late enough... You could’ve waited and gotten yourself a kingdom rather than a small pack.” It was greedy since the Blood Moon Pack would never qualify as a small pack, but Razor had big plans.
As the towering Rayne spoke cryptically, Razor watched him like a wolf preying on a curious hare. The Alpha was barely listening---after all, there was nothing to listen to: there were no men in that room, just two wolves. Actions told stories and scents gave away truths.
Then, Kaleb walked out into the storm, and Razor rolled his eyes in annoyance.
A knife was pulled out, but Razor simply watched the younger werewolf, unflinching. The scent of blood reached him and the Alpha lazily looked down at the bloodied knife as his nails sharpened into claws. “Very sad... You were my best,” he took a moment to lament as his eyes glowed red.
Then, Razor roared loudly over the storm before dashing at Kaleb.
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Kaleb locked the bathroom as he exited, placing an ‘out of order’ sign on the door before bending the handle just for good measure. Though the Omega was unconscious, and it was doubtful they’d be waking up any time soon, the Beta preferred to ensure no one would find themselves in close quarters with a pissed off wolf rather than leave it up to chance. He walked down the hallway and turned the corner, intending to continue his search for the Blood Moon Alpha. However, the howl that echoed through the medical center forced Kaleb to stop immediately, a chill running down his spine.
He didn’t recognize the howl, a part of him glad it hadn’t come from Kitty or Morgan. Still, the pain it carried, the unsettling silence that followed–Kaleb took it as a warning. The snow storm was no longer the only threat the citizens of Creation Peaks had to worry about…
Kaleb followed the crowd, walking towards the source of the commotion. But at the sight of the local wolves gathering, the Blood Moon Beta turned around, hurrying to the southeast exit of the hospital. It was clear whatever Razor had been planning was just set into motion, Kaleb needing to make sure Kitty and the others were already on their way out. However, no one was at the meeting spot when he arrived, the bags of supplies he left for them still laying there. He was about to go look for them when he sensed Razor nearby, muscles tensing as the older wolf stood in the doorway.
Unlike he usually did, Kaleb didn’t lower his gaze when he turned to face the Alpha. “Quite the opposite,” he stated, allowing his senses to inspect the area. They were alone, isolated from the rest of the people stuck in the medical center. “Seems like we’ve both become quite predictable…”
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Razor narrowed his gaze, locking it with his eldest Rayne Beta. As Kaleb began to speak, however, the Blood Moon Alpha seemed to relax. “Have we?” he questioned with an amused chuckle, his gaze slowly tracing back to the supply bags---silently counting them. Ungrateful, the lot of them were, preferring to face a storm from Hell rather than embrace the true way of the werewolf... Rather than being part of history.
He could wonder who the others were, beat it out of Kaleb even... Yet, it only hurt that Kaleb was included. The Beta who showed the most promise and took initiative. The werewolf that Razor had put so much into... Perhaps that was what having a prodigy was. After all, as long as Kaleb was around: his own son would be measured against the eldest Rayne.
“Silly... This is kind of hurtful,” Razor noted curiously, as if he’d never felt it before. Although Flick keeping his daughter from him had hurt, this was different because they were pack... Because it came from someone he’d never expected would. Sad. Especially because Razor was barely keeping the human mask together as it stood.
After finishing speaking to Kitty and his son, Razor had exited the bathroom as clean as water and soap would get him. Walking through the halls he noticed the commotion and realized the howling must’ve attracted quite the attention. Perfect, no one would see him assemble the Omegas to start out an attack... One that would take even his own Betas if they weren’t on their toes. It was time, it seemed, since the Blood Moon Betas had become rebellious as of late. Hell, even his own son gave him lip. It was fine, however. After all, he’d just found out he had an eldest child he’d had to find within the medical center.
Diverting away from where the commotion was concentrated, the Alpha werewolf froze before a hallway where a familiar scent lingered. It was midnight, and it was the hallway that led to the southeast exit---opposite of the way he’d entered. Tilting his head, Razor slowly made his way down the wide hallway. He could sense Kaleb and heard him counting supply bags. Interesting since once they killed everyone in the hospital, they’d have all the supplies they needed...
“Always the best,” Razor said with a smile, standing at the doorway, looking at his towering Beta. “You knew I’d had a change of heart?” he questioned.
Flick was hysterical as she was pulled up against his chest, his claws digging into her throat, and she couldn’t stop the sobs that rocked her body, the scent of fear thick in the room. Even as he spoke of taking away her children, of doing the one thing she promised would never happen to them, tears rolled down her cheeks, running down the hand that held her throat. She didn’t care about the weakness she was showing, didn’t care about looking pathetic - she had nothing else to give, nothing else to lose.
From their feet she heard a faint buzz, her phone having fallen from her pocket in the scuffle. Staring at the message, she let out a sorrowful howl, an anguished cry at never being able to respond to it.
‘Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m with someone. Not alone. Love you.’
When his father walked over to the stall and began knocking heavily on the stall door Teddy flinched a bit, tugging the backpack from his back, the one he’d grabbed from Kitty’s trailer. He held it to his chest for a moment before turning to shove it gently behind the toilet, wedging it there and between the wall, there was enough space that the animal wouldn’t be hurt, he didn’t want his father to find the animal and risk him hurting it for any reason.
The stench of blood, his own and.. Flick’s? He couldn’t be sure the scent mixed in with the stench of rotten flesh and sulfur.
As his father hit the door with his fist Teddy flinched back, seeing the door dent inwards causing him to swallow before finally he moved to open it as his fathers words came out as growls. Pushing the door open he stared at his father, his shirt torn from the beasts claws, he still hadn’t completely healed and it showed.
“What do we have to talk about now? If you haven’t noticed I’m kind of fucking injured right now and I have to get back to Kitty.” He snarled, not afraid to talk back to his father.
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As his son finally showed face, Razor couldn’t help arching a brow in confusion at the way he looked. “Are you? Because from where I stood you were having a good ol’ time with a local werewolf,” the Alpha pointed out, unmoving, sporting the blood of his former lover like a medal from a war in pride, almost. Most definitely, unbothered by it.
Although, as Teddy continued to speak, Razor bared sharp teeth as he pushed the younger Lorenz against the nearest wall. “Who do you think you’re speaking to?!” Red eyes glowed angrily. “Above your father, I am your Alpha. Unless you’re ready to take the position or die trying, I suggest you shut your fucking mouth unless you want to end up in the hole with Morgan,” the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack warned with a narrowed gaze.
“You will go when you are dismissed. Now, get ready for some training... Injured or not, you do seem real close to that half-human abomination. So, either stand and fight for your little friend or bring me his heart.” After, hurt and all, he’d forced his son to go in search of his older sister and then his mother before leaving the hospital. Fuck the storm and fuck the townies and anyone who wasn’t Blood Moon Pack quite frankly.
After managing to escape from the creatures after an ill fated fight against them Kaden and Teddy had argued in the lower parking garage before escaping into an elevator and going their separate ways. Still healing from his altercation with the creature he went to the end of the bathroom as far from the door as he could get to tug his shirt off and study his wounds.
They were still frostbitten, though no longer bleeding. It looked disgusting and felt even worse, the skin slowly pulling itself back together.
When he heard the door open his head shot up before the voice of his father rang out, it sounded loud in the deafening silence of the bathroom.
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As he waited, Razor avoided looking at himself in the mirrors. The scent of Felicity still on him---the scent of the weak. As he snapped when he felt he’d been waiting too long, the Alpha took a deep breath.
“... Goddammit... What the hell did you eat?” he questioned, walking over to the last stall and knocking heavily on the door. “Teddy, come out of there right now,” Razor ordered his Beta.
It smelled like rotten flesh, blood and sulfur. “Theodore!” Leftover anger from his encounter with Flick flared through the mask of charm Razor often sported. His fist hit the door and dented in around his fist. “Goddammit!” he cursed, his sigh coming out as a growl. “Teddy, come out of the fucking stall, we have to talk... Then, we should find your mother.”
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Her whole body shook with the effort to pull herself up, staring at him as he asked what her daughter knew. “She knows. And she knows just what you’re capable of.” She forced out. She still remembered Alexandra at 5 years old, asking why she didn’t look like her mommy and daddy. It broke her heart today as much as it did that day.
She tried to edge away from him to the door, but ended up screaming and sobbing as he dashed at her again, her body feeling on fire, the copper scent of blood in the room almost suffocating. “RAZOR, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON’T TAKE ME FROM MY CHILDREN!” She screamed, in that moment not caring who heard, not caring about anything other than her son and daughter. Kaden still needed her. He was still a baby, and she just wanted to hold him through his rages, reassure him that everything was okay. That he’d find his place in this world, that he was okay. To hold her daughter and promise her the world, just like she always had done. She’d turned her entire world upside down for her children.
“I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll come back, I’ll kill whoever you want. Razor… baby please, please don’t…” She needed him to still want her, because it was all she had left to give.
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The fact that his daughter knew, that she knew and had been fed only the perspective of a coward. She wouldn’t understand herself, what her blood caused her to crave for. The human, the half-breed and their baggage was forced upon her while all other alternatives were denied to her. She would be the strong, and she would be punished for it. A violent snarl escaped his lips at the rage Felicity’s answer caused.
As she yelled and hollered at him, the Alpha growled back at her. “Fight me, Felicity,” he goaded lowly instead, as if the words didn’t want to even form, his tone guttural. He stood back for a moment, watching her crawl pathetically, watching the werewolf he had once chosen as his mate---and the apparent mother of his eldest child---be resumed to a human--loving roach. A reminder to never fall, no matter how much the mighty were destined to do so.
Contrary to popular belief, Razor was a strictly into monogamy. Meaning that when he got into a relationship, he expected it to be a long relationship. He also had some other wild expectations... But that was the most important: you choose a mate, and you both commit fully---you didn’t run at the first chance you got. Therefore, Flick’s last result felt like a kick to the balls. There was a faint glimpse of pain in his red gaze, but it was too late.
Pulling her up with his claws at her throat, the Alpha growled into her ear. “You should’ve told me when you first saw me... This stunt would’ve definitely worked,” he admitted in a whisper, speaking honestly and even a bit shameful. “I’m taking my daughter with me. I’ll give the halfbreed a pardon if he submits and even let him into the pack,” he allowed her to know, feeling benevolent. His gaze caught a mirror, the image of himself holding Flick not one easy on the eyes. “If you were in my shoes... You’d do the same.” His claws dug into the side of her neck and for the first time since he was very, very young, it oddly pained him and Razor closed his eyes, needing a break from the look in Felicity’s eyes. He planned to rip open her throat from side to side, the easiest way to make sure she met Death.
The moment she stepped back she knew she’d made a mistake, it was a reflex, an attempt to keep distance from his attack, instead of a confident step forward, the same way she used to in their old arguments. Even when she was lying, she’d always told herself if she lied with such conviction, she could make him believe everything. But his growl told her that the game was up. There was nothing she could say to change the fact that Alexandra was a Lorenz by birth.
“My daughter. Not yours. You’ve done nothing to deserve that title. I left so my child had a chance in life. Not like your Teddy. Not like the sibling you pitted against him!” She snarled, shifting and preparing to fight for the Alphahood. There was no other option or outcome she could focus on.
She tried to slash at him as she was punched and winded, roaring ferally as she attacked back. She cried out as the punches knocked her back, and she quickly rolled over to pull herself up, not wanting to stay in a prone position.
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When Flick threw in his face that he hadn’t been a father to Alexandra, Razor growled threateningly. “You didn’t give me a choice. You took her from me!” the Alpha werewolf snarled angrily. “Her brother!” Razor snarled violently when Flick brought up Theodore. As for Anastasia, it wasn’t her business. After all, that was problems of the purebred, who truly understood what it meant to be a wolf... Something Flick seemed to have forgotten. “You will feel exactly how I feel,” Razor admitted to his intentions.
The local Beta’s roar was met with the Alpha’s, red eyes burning with hatred. He’d take Alexandra and force her to accept her place with the Lorenz family. After all, whether anyone liked or disliked it, she was a Lorenz and belonged in the Blood Moon Pack---it was her birthright to have a chance at the Alphahood. “Does she know?” he questioned with a low growl as Flick pulled herself up, slowing it down before dashing forth again, clawing at her wildly---clouded by the boiling rage running through his very veins.
Razor wanted t break her, to tear Flick apart. For leaving them, for making him think it was just a matter of time before she submitted to her homepack, for keeping a child from him. It all culminated to that moment, and as he had with his sister, Razor was ready to be the stronger wolf.
The blood still warm on him, Razor moved through the empty halls. Night had long fallen and the storm didn’t seem to have any intent in moving on. On his walk, he looked out a window, wondering what kind of glass was going through these winds and not shattering. It was then he saw his son in the company of non other than Kaden.
Blood boiled in his veins again, but he managed to keep his human disguise. He’d thought about finding Alexandra now, or enlist Kiera’s help to contain and move the young Lorenz once the storm calmed. However, it seemed his son wasn’t done letting him down. Fraternization with the enemy should’ve been death, but his son was prievileged to his blood---a beating would do. As the two entered the building, Razor melted into the shadows, sneaking through the stairs.
As his son entered a bathroom alone, Razor followed and locked the door behind him. “Finish up. I don’t want you soiling yourself halfway through,” the Alpha announced casually, waiting at the door.
“That’s so..” Dimitri nodded, watching as the other finally seemed to come to terms with the fact that Sebastian was really dead, as the other began to offer him the same deal he’d offered Sebastian Dimitri just shook his head, “I don’t need your help, I’ve got my own allies. I don’t need whatever scraps you can offer.” He said as he began to turn away, “I’m not interested in it, no deal.”
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The boy actually denied his deal... Which was amusing, and a rookie mistake. Then again, Razor highly doubted he was at the same level that Sebastian had been. Which made the werewolf wondered just what happened. Too bad his curiosity wasn’t enough to motivate him to meddle in witch problems. If he wanted to lead the coven straight to the ground, he could be Razor’s guest. The necromancer information would definitely be offered to the fangers now. Too bad, it would’ve been useful for Sebastian’s plan to destroy the local coven.
“Sure thing, buddy,” Razor replied with a secretive smirk. “Although it’s still on the table if you happen to change your mind. Just go under the shadow of the mines and howl... we’ll find you,” the Alpha joked, chuckling to himself. “Good luck, kid.”
“Yes, leave it alone. Kayla’s pack, your pack, it doesn’t matter right now. We’re all stuck under the same roof, all suffering in the same way until this storm passes. It’s one night, it’s not going to hurt.” She said, but even as she spoke, she was unnerved by his silence. It wasn’t a calm by any means, it was the same anxiety-inducing calm that had terrified Flick about Razor. The unpredictability of it. Remembering the times she wasn’t sure whether he was about to murder someone, or hold them.
Her stomach flipped as he mentioned their - no, her daughter’s name. She tried not to react, to stop her heart skipping a beat like it was desperate to. She knew it didn’t come from Kaden, he promised that he had never mentioned Alex or her to him when they spoke.
“Twenty-seven. I got pregnant when I got here.” She lied, her body stiff, taking a year off of her daughter’s age. She took a slow step back, keeping her voice soft, just like she remembered doing before to try and calm him. “You need to leave, Razor. Now. Please.”
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She rambled on about packs as if she knew what she was talking about. As if Felicity had any idea of what it meant to be a leader---an Alpha. She couldn’t even if she tried to. Then again, Flick acting in such matter could only mean one thing: their Alpha wasn’t a purebreed or was a Bitten werewolf. Disgusting. The more he thought he found out about the local pack, the more disappointed he was. They weren’t even a worthy adversary.
Sad, because Razor would’ve let Flick and her halfbreed to join him if she took Kayla’s Alphahood and founded a branch of the Blood Moon Pack---just for old time’s sake. However, after this? She lied, causing the Alpha to growl loudly. With her step backwards, Razor took one forward. Had she been telling the truth, even if it meant her death, Razor was sure Flick would’ve stepped forward in challenge. She couldn’t have changed that much.
“Prepare to fight. A challenge, if you will. On the upside: if you win, you become Alpha.” His teeth sharpened in his mouth. “How... fucking dare you?” The moment the question left his lips, he dashed forward with a snarl, throwing quick punches at her abdomen. Truth was, he wasn’t at his best. He had yet to take care of the wolfsbane wound Eponine had given him, but Razor was too egotistical to think about that just then. Best and worst case scenarios were useless. Most likely scenario: his wounds would take longer to heal.
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Flick left the volunteers on the lower floor of the hospital, heading upstairs to check on some of the empty recovery rooms, setting them up. They had word that at least 5 more families were coming in, and this room’d have to do for them. Quietly she set up quarters, drawing screens to separate out between families.
Hearing the door open, she opened her mouth to ask someone to go and grab the blankets when she caught the scent and her eyes closed. She turned slowly, rubbing her face. The pack were aware his omegas and betas were around, it just seemed the man himself was as well now.
“Whatever you want to threaten me or my Alpha with will have to wait. This is an emergency, none of us have the time or patience for it tonight.” She said, looking up at him, realising his eyes were already glowing. “Just leave it alone for once, Clarence.”
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“Leave it alone...” He repeated, his voice hoarse---bestial almost---, speaking in growls as his muscles rippled under his skin. “Leave it alone?” The Blood Moon Alpha managed to take a step closer to rather than dash straight at Felicity. “The way you left us... with my child?” he asked with a deep growl, nails elongating into claws. “Tell me, Felicity... How old is Alexandra?”
Another step forward closed the gap between both lycanthropes further. Razor moved slow---like a predator stalking his prey. Every cell in the Alpha werewolf’s body was full of adrenaline, but he stepped slow, soft... yet ready to pounce at any given time.
