Chapter 2

"Werewolf culture is centered on fighting. The Alpha is chosen solely based upon his or her fighting abilities. The Alpha will be the biggest, strongest, and best fighting member (generally male, although some exceptions apply). If the Alpha gets beaten by another being, that being becomes the new Alpha, regardless of species or gender or age." – The Book of Beings

"Werewolf Alpha battles are domination style battles. They end when one wolf is unable to battle, either because they have been pinned or have been too severely injured." – The Book of Beings

"Citrine!" I heard the delighted voice of the boy from yesterday call upon my arrival in the park. He threw his arms around me much to my surprise and displeasure. I looked over his shoulder at my subordinates who were trying to conceal their laughter. I was about to yell at them to get the boy off me when he let go.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you." He smiled.

His appearance had changed quite a bit from yesterday. His hair had been cut very short in the back but his bangs remained long. They fell on his face slightly as they dangled just below his chin. The pack had dressed him up differently as well. Instead of just a pair of shorts like yesterday he was wearing an entire butler outfit; it was obviously the team's idea of a joke. He beamed like he had just been declared the king of the world.

"Well? What do you think?" He smiled.

"You look neater than yesterday but what's with the bangs?" I said.

"I didn't like seeing the scissors in my face they scared me so I refused to let them cut my bangs any more… besides I like it." He blushed.

"Whatever." I brushed past him.

"Wait, Citrine!" He exclaimed grabbing my wrist.

"What? I have work to do you know." I sighed as he turned me around and held me by my shoulders.

"I need to ask you a favor."

"Then make it snappy. I have a murder to investigate." I hissed.

"Could you please name me?" He asked, as he stared at me with his saucer sized blue eyes.

"What?" I was taken off guard.

"Name me. You're the first person I've ever met so, I never needed a name before. Please name me." He said seriously.

That's what I thought he had said. I was stunned; it was the biggest 'What the fuck?' moment of my life. To be asked to name a man who was at least my age maybe a year older was … confusing to say the least. At the same time, when I looked into his eyes, I felt bad for him. He had never known anyone, and therefore had never had a name. He was alone.

"Sebastian. Can I go now?" I sighed brushing him off. I'll admit it; it was the first thing I thought of. I guess watching "The Little Mermaid" with Agana last night had taken its toll. Besides, I had always liked that name.

"Thank you, I love it, thank you." The newly named Sebastian smiled, and I thought I saw a few tears trickle down his cheeks. I tried to walk away but he threw his arms around me again, mumbling his thanks into my shoulder.

"Could someone get him off me!" I yelled towards my subordinates. After a bit of snickering two of the men came and took him away from me. I felt bad having Sebastian removed, but one hug a day by practically a stranger was my limit. He was still a suspect and I had to keep cold, keep face.

"While you were fooling around, I arranged for a car to bring us to the morgue." O'Malley smirked.

"Whatever, O'Malley, I would prefer it if you wouldn't give me lip, I am your superior after all." I snarled walking past him.

"As you command, your highness." He smirked as he mock bowed deeply.

"Tsk." I walked off towards the van that was pulling up for us. "Leave your entourage here, someone needs to babysit Sebastian." I said over my shoulder.

"But watching him will only take one person two at most! Why can't I bring the rest with me?" O'Malley whined.

"I gave you an order, O'Malley. Whether you obey it or not is your decision, but if you choose not to obey me there will be consequences." I said without looking back. I heard him whimper slightly like the dog he was.

"Fine, men stay here and keep an eye on the kid, I'm going to the morgue." He barked. I smiled it was always fun putting those dogs in their place.

Edward Chancy's body lay cold on the metal table of the morgue. His pale skin had been penetrated just once directly through his heart. I looked up at his face; this was a man who had been elite and a good person to the end. All the background checks in the world couldn't dig up a bad thing about this guy except he got a little too drunk every Saint Patrick's day and got a couple of DUIs. But everyone we talked to from his past had said the same thing; he was a wonderful kind man, and very lucky. Lucky, not that night. He had a bit of leprechaun in him you could tell in his face he had that jolly sort of look, the red hair and freckles helped, but that was a pretty common look around Boston. He didn't have the leprechaun height though; he was tall and lanky with a body and track record that showed he was no good in a fight.

I glanced up from my observing to see O'Malley against the wall seething. I went back to my notes quickly; it looked like he was about to blow any moment. I reached into my jacket and took out my revolver. I hid it under the table before I spoke up.

"You look upset, O'Malley, having issues with authority?" I said over my notes.

"You know damn well why I'm angry, you bitch! You made me look like a fool in front of my pack! You are not respecting the Alpha!" He screamed taking a step towards me.

"Enough." I said raising my gun to his face. "I've had enough of you O'Malley. You are insubordinate, ruthless, and worthless. You are a detective in name only and you shame the name."

"You're quite one to talk and to point guns. How many people have you killed? Oh that's right none! You probably don't even know how to shoot that thing! And as for the accusations. Insubordinate? Some fools don't deserve my respect! Ruthless? That's the pot calling the kettle black. Look at yourself; you're the one pointing a gun at me your ally! You've had your own friends sent to jail for your own gain! And worthless? I can think of no scum better than you to fit that description! So what are you going to do, bitch? Kill me right here in the morgue?" He laughed maniacally.

I pulled the trigger.

"You've done worse, O'Malley. Do I need to mention the incident at The Earl's Tavern a few years back?" I said, standing over him. I had simply grazed his right arm; I wanted him to bleed for his sins.

His face turned gray."How did you know about that!"

"Ten vamps killed in the middle of the night? Come on, who is not going to notice?"

"That case was never solved. You have no proof that it was me."

"I might not have proof, but I have motive. A werewolf pup was killed the night before by a vampire, isn't that right?"


"And you thought that killing a bunch of vamps would somehow settle the score?" He looked away breathing heavily. "Didn't you!"


"And you swept it under the rug like the filthy mongrel you are."

"I got rid of the evidence."

"Did you know you killed one of Agana's best friends? I knew her. She was nice."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not. You deserve to die for what you did to those people. You deserve to die."

"What you gonna do? Kill me?" He asked. The first time it had been a joke, this time it was a question. I could see the weakness in his eyes. Despicable.

"Not yet." I shot him again, this time in the foot. He howled in pain, curling up into a tighter ball.

"Get up fool, you will not die today." I said, kicking him.

"No?" He half chuckled. "You're going to drag it out for as long as possible then?"

"No, I'm going to send you to the MAD court, where they will look over your case, find you guilty and have you executed in whatever way they see fit."

"There's no chance of me going free?"

"None, it's a done deal."

"I thought so."

"Come on, we're going back to the crime scene. I don't trust your boys with that kid." I said, turning my back to him and walking towards the door.

"Hehe. Of course you don't" He laughed under his breath. "So what am I, like your bitch forever now?" He joked, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He must have hit it hard against one of the levers on the wall.

"Not forever. Just until you die, which won't be long now."

"That's what I thought." He sighed, opening the door of the van for me.