The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Seventy-Five – Perk of a Fox.

There were sounds of bones crackling, then the shadow of a man turned to a shadow of a fox. A brownish-red fox trotted into the tall gate.

It slipped through a small hole that was exactly it size. A wolf wouldn’t be able to enter. Nathan smirked, indeed a small size was a perk of having a fox.

On his mouth was a medium sized camera, which had a video recording device. He stealthily jumped through fences and crouched under the door of Johnson’s apartment, at the front yard.

Sounds of snarls and growls alerted him that he had reached his destination.

He placed the camera on the ground, using his paw, he tapped the video recording button.

He watched what was happening under the door. Johnson was standing between the elder wolves.

Nathan noticed one was gone. There were five before. The confrontation with the Redwood Pack must have killed a wolf.

“Run, Run!” Johnson commanded and the wolfs began running in circles around him.

Nathan observed that his eyes weren’t glowing like it used to. The Alpha was training his wolfs with voice recognition.

Nathan smirked, adjusting the voice recorder.

“Halt, Halt!” Johnson called again and they reduced their pace. “Follow me.” He said and they marched with him.

“Submit to your Alpha!” he bellowed. All the wolfs heads went down. He smirked, leaving their midst.

Nathan stopped recording, he replayed the audio. He had caught all Johnson’s commands clearly, giving him a sick plan in mind.

Johnson teaching his wolfs to act like dogs would surely come useful to a dog-lover like Nathan.

There was a knock on the gate where Johnson trained, Leo walked in after another knock, he stopped and looked around the yard.

Johnson smiled at him. “Are you still scared of the wolfs?”

He shrugged. “Well, I smelt like a rogue before, I don’t want more confusions.” He smiled. “Cherry is safe. She has reached her grandma’s home.”

Johnson clapped. And the last hesitation be had had been cleared. His Alpha blood pumped faster into his veins.

“Good. Now, let’s meet Luciana at the mountain. Arrange the few warriors left. It’s show time.” He gestured and the wolfs walked out of the yard with him.

Nathan waited till they were gone before sneaking back through his hole, jumping fences and sliding through openings to get back outside.

By the time he was out, Johnson, Leo, the warriors and the elder wolfs were in their wolf forms running towards his pack.

He sighed, there was no way he could outrun them in his fox form, and he could risk breaking the camera. He shifted back to human.

He retrieved his bag from a corner and called Jarma. He had to be waiting for him at the designated spot.

He also alerted him that Johnson was on his way with lots of reinforcements.

It would take only few hits for his elder wolfs to decapitate those warriors Johnson left with.

Going the fastest he could, Nathan drove back to the mountain where his sister would be at.

He knew she’d meet with Johnson first, he only hoped she wasn’t dead yet. He jumped down the car but then realized he wasn’t dressed yet.

“You are crazy, Nathan! Rushing to save someone who would kill you when she knows your identity.” Keon huffed in his head.

He wore the robe Stephanie made for him, and exhaled. “Just shut up.”

Getting to the mountain, he slowed down as he met with a dislodged arm. It had the band of the Pure Silver Pack, it was a warrior’s.

He ran down again, blood and more bodies. It was a massacre, dead bodies from both parties. No wonder the mountain was called Blood High.

He sighted Cole in the middle of an intense wolf fight with three warriors and he seemed to be bleeding from his sides.

He wanted to shift to help but Keon restricted him, it would be the worst time to make such a mistake.

Cole struck down two warriors at the same time. The last one ran back but charged at him again.

What exactly had Johnson told his warriors to make them fight with such vigor? That they did it for their pack or for their Alpha?

The Elder wolfs became three, as another fell. Nathan saw his sister’s wolf jump down from the dead wolf. She had the business of disarming the elder wolves.

“Insane.” He chuckled.

He came closer to them, making sure he doesn’t trigger any warrior to throw a knife at him.

Amongst the dead bodies he recognized that of Leo’s, Jarma’s cousin, but he knew he wasn’t dead, just playing dead as per the plan.

A hand dragged Nathan to the ground just as Johnson looked up, he was surrounded by his warriors who were defending against Luciana’s warriors trying to get to him.

“Nathan, if Johnson sees you, he’d use you against Luciana!” it was Jarma.

Nathan sighed in relief, he handed him the voice record he had edited while on his way.

“Like we planned, play the voice notes and run towards the sinking sand, the elders wolves follow you and be trapped there. Johnson would have no protection.”

“And how’d I be back to kill him?” Jarma raised a brow.

“Don’t worry, I’d make sure my sister only gets him hostage. I’d try my best, you know how she can be.”

Jarma shrugged, giving an eye to Nathan. He’s plan better work. Using the small roads on the mountains, he sneaked down to the base where the battle was played.

He nodded at Nathan, from below. Nathan nodded back.

Luciana had already shared the pack’s mind link with Jarma, so he easily warned to step away from Johnson, his warriors and the elder wolves.

Johnson’s saw the warriors wolf’s returning and laughed to himself. “Is this a retreat?!”

Nathan smirked. “It’s your death.” He brought a tablet and controlled his car to drive to them.

Luciana stared, confused, as her brother’s car charged towards her enemies. Was he going to detonate it?

Johnson ordered his warriors to move back but it was late, the car circled around them, pouring wolfsbane from it’s exhaust and seats.

The wolfs of Pure Silver Pack went back with a smirk on their faces as the Sparks Moon pack warriors choked from the wolfsbane.

The elder wolfs were unaffected but without Johnson giving them an order, they stood there, watching like dogs.

Then a voice record filled the air. “Run, Run, Follow Me, Follow Me.”

The elder wolfs shot their heads up, looking for the sound.

Johnson groaned as wolfsbane cut through his skin, some had spewed on him. His warriors were gasping for breathe.

“Run, Run.”

The elder wolves began running to no particular direction. Jarma came out, waving the voice record.

“Follow me, Follow me.” The voice record said and the elder wolfs ran after Jarma. He shifted to his wolf and sprinted towards the sinking sand.

Johnson watched in confusion. Wasn’t that his voice? Without his elder wolf, how’d he win this ear? He knew this was a set-up.

“Rise, let’s leave.” He spoke to the warriors and began leaving the scene.

Luciana wanted to stop him, but the wolfsbane surrounding him made her restrain herself. How was this a win if they don’t catch Johnson?

“At least he isn’t with his elder wolfs. Another smart plan from Nathan.” Cole exasperated, he was being held my some warriors.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Luciana glanced at him and clicked her tongue, gesturing to the warriors to retreat. Since Johnson escaped, he’d live to fight again.