Deacon - Nicholas Bella Page 0,41

anything more than a dry howl. I exhaled with a shudder of sheer satisfaction as I took my revenge on another monster who had deserved it.

I watched as the life ran out of his eyes and only when his heart ceased beating did I remove the blade. Now, well, it was time to destroy the evidence. No way could I leave his body there with my scent all over him. I’d learned from the time I’d killed Winston just how reliable fire was for such this purpose. I entered the bakery, and Thomas was nowhere in sight, but I knew he was upstairs for I could hear his heart beating. The bakery was full of flour and other combustible material I could use to destroy Angus’ body.

I went back outside and dragged Angus inside and poured the flour and some oil on his body before scattering it all over the bakery. Fires were quite common in London and one starting in a bakery was a good cover up. Hopefully, Thomas would burn in the fire and it would seem like something had gone awry between the two and I could wash my hands of both. Setting the spark was easy and Angus’ body and the flour combusted so perfectly, I was nearly singed in the process. I quickly left and ran a few blocks away, then turned to look at the building burning. It was a small fire, and soon would die out, taking two of my problems with it. The fire would also destroy my scent in the area; a neat wrap up.

Tonight, was a good night. I returned to my horse, mounted him, and rode home. I slept well every night, but sleep was a bit more peaceful knowing Angus was good and dead and his charred corpse would be discovered in the morn. The banging on my door woke me up out of my blissful slumber. I ran to my front door, opening it with extreme prejudice.

“What?” I snarled at the wolf who was under my command.

“Sir… I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“Then why do you?” I asked.

“Sir… umm…”

“Speak up!” I snapped.

He only pointed now, off into the distance.

I turned to see the early morning sky cloudy with huge black puffs of smoke as an orange glow of the fire raged in the city. Now that I was seeing it, I realized I could smell it too. God, I’d been sleeping through all of that. “What happened?” I asked the wolf.

He shrugged. “I… I do not know, Sir. The Alpha sent messengers to all Capos and Beta Capos to meet him at his home immediately.”

I nodded. “Thank you. Go now to your post.”

“Yes, Sir.” With that, he mounted his horse and rode away.

I stared at the fire for a minute. Was this my fault? Did the little fire I’d set in the early hours this morning grow into this beast that was currently devouring my city? What had I done? I had to close the door and barely made it to my chair before my legs gave out from under me. How many had died as result of that fire? I had only meant to kill Angus and Thomas and destroy my scent. Oh, my god, what about my businesses? Shit! What did the Alpha know? I had to calm myself down. One thing I could not do was face my Alpha and the other Capos and Beta Capos with any guilt or fear. They would be far too suspicious if I did.

Elias would be present at the meeting. His friend, Angus, would be missing. Would he suspect me? No… I didn’t think any would. Far too much time had passed between Winston’s death and Angus’ for any connection to be made. It was all a coincidence, and that was how I had to play it. I cleared my mind and prepared to meet with my Alpha. I arrived at his house within the hour, riding my horse damn near to death to get there as fast as I could. Truth be told, I could have run faster on foot, but it was something we wolves avoided in case a human were to see. Keeping our existence hidden from their eyes was monumental to our survival.

So, I dismounted and entered the Alpha’s spacious home. He lived in one that matched Elias’ huge castle with its luscious gardens and beautifully carved fountains and statues. Plenty of space for all of us to run around freely, especially on full moon