Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
The twins were starting to walk away now, abandoning that seminar that made no sense to Darius. This was his chance. He could catch them and make them leave now that he was this close to them. They were on their way toward the food stalls that were ringing the entire stadium. Even Darius would have to admit that the food smelled delicious, and he was interested in some of it, but not at the moment. Not until after the danger was dealt with. And these kids were back home where they belonged.
“Come on, Ilana, let’s see some more. That food smells good, and I want to have some.” Practically dragging his sister by the arm, Rowan moved toward the closest food stall.
“Be careful,
idiot. There are guards all over the place.” Ilana warned him as Darius got right behind the two of them. He took a deep breath, and then spoke in his signature deep gravelly voice.
“She’s right about that.” There was a soft gasp that sounded as if it came from Ilana the moment that she heard his voice. “And you two are not yet good enough at protecting yourselves to be here alone.”
Darius grinned before the two kids turned to look at him. Actually, it was more that Darius had spun them slowly to face him, their eyes opened wide in fear and shock when they looked at him.
“U..uh..uhm, h..h..hi.” Rowan stuttered out. “H..h..how did you find us?”
“I smelled you.” Darius growled at them. “You’re too noticeable. And you know that you are not supposed to be here.” He was not angry with them, just not happy that he had this added part of his job. “You were told to avoid the convention.”
“Yes, but there isn’t anything that is going to happen. And we are bored of staying home.” Rowan nearly whined. “We will be fine. I will protect Ilana, you can go on your way now, uhm, uh.” Darius could tell that the kids didn’t know his name, but they knew his voice and face.
“Darius.” He growled the name for them. “And no, you cannot stay here. Would you rather that I called Queen Riviana and tell her that you were here?”
“NO!” They both shouted at the same time. “DON’T CALL AUNT RIVI!”
“Then you need to leave.” He narrowed his eyes at them. “This is not the time to be playing around.”
“Y..y..yes, OK.” Ilana nodded. “Let’s go, Row!” She tugged on his arm, but before they could leave his side, there was a loud commotion that erupted on the other side of the stadium, and suddenly, Darius could smell the faint scent of almonds, tar, and motor oil. The same combination of the bombs that were at the university.
*** In these chapters, the POV will switch depending on who the main focus is. There will be views from Riviana and Joaquin’s staff, convention attendees, and DOE infiltrators. There is a lot of information that is to be had in these chapters, but some fun as well. And as a result of the multiple POV, they will all be in a third person POV. ***
Camden Gaines didn’t know why he was even at this convention. He didn’t like the idea of the nonhumans that were in the world. He thought that having people that were monsters around them would make the world descend into chaos. He thought that things would be better off if they were gone. Or so he told himself.
He knew that the people had been here for as long as he had, and most of them a lot longer. Camden was twenty-eight years old, and if you listened to the tabloids and other news outlets, Riviana Gray, Queen of these nonhuman people, was almost forty. She only looked twenty or twenty-two, give or take a year or two. And there were plenty more that were older than her.
They had been here all along, since the dawn of time most likely. And the world, while far from perfect, wasn’t going to hell in a hand basket yet. And he was pretty sure that the people that were ruining this world, weren’t the super naturals. Nope, the humans were pretty good at doing those things on their own, they didn’t need help from the nonhuman community.
Still, he wasn’t sure why he was here. He wasn’t a sympathizer. He wasn’t a supporter. At best he was on the fence and wondering which direction he needed to tip so that he could topple to one side. And that just about made up the entirety of Camden’s issues for the day.
He was trying his best to learn new things about the people that he now knew about, even if they were still the same people that he had known all this time. He had even found out through confidence with a coworker that he was friendly with that the man was a nonhuman. He was a warlock, someone that used magic. And in Camden’s eyes, that was just something that was fictional.
Not only that, but a lot of 鈥榳arlocks’ in books, movies, and television were not nice people. They were the bad guys, and that made Camden start to wonder about his coworker. However, Bradly had been a good person, and maybe even a friend until the moment that Camden learned the truth about him.
Since that day, that revelation from Bradly, Camden couldn’t bring himself to be alone with the guy like he used to. He didn’t tell anyone about the secret that he had learned, but he was still not sure what to do either.
“I just want to know what to do.” Camden sighed to himself as he left one seminar that was happening and started to search for another one. “This whole convention would be better if they had some of the nonhumans here to help explain some things.”
…..
It had all been a little too confusing that day when they revealed it all online. Well, that had been where Camden had seen it. He had been playing a game on his phone when all of a sudden, this news bulletin came over his screen and he couldn’t exit out of it. He and the entire world were practically forced to watch as the truth came out that day.
“Out of my way.” An angry sounding man was barreling through a group of people as he made his way through the gathered crowds. “Move it, asshole.” The man had dark eyes and a scowl that could frighten little children.
“Watch it!” Someone snapped at him as he almost knocked them over.
“What is your problem, asshole?” A woman glared after him.
“Hey!” A boy of about fourteen or fifteen fell to his bottom as the man continued on.
“What is wrong with him?” Someone asked as they helped the kid to his feet.
Camden was watching them and knew that something was not right. He was trying to figure out what was different about this person. Was he not human? Was he one of the nonhumans that these people were here to idolize and worship? Was he angry that these people were misappropriating his people or whatever it is that they considered it? What was going on, Camden wished that he knew.
The man was coming toward him, not looking like he was going to move at all. He was going to plow right into him if he didn’t move. Camden wasn’t going to let the guy hit him though, he wasn’t that much of a pushover after all.
“Hey, move, he isn’t going to stop.” Camden said as he stepped aside and warned the others that were near him.
However, before Camden could even take a step, someone had gotten angry and reached for the man that was treating the people like they were his personal sidewalk or stepping stones.
“Hey, wait right there.” A large man with fake wolf ears on his head grabbed the man’s backpack that was slung over his shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing?”
The man hadn’t wanted to stop though, and the conflicting momentums caused the fabric that the wolfish man had grabbed to rip almost instantly. That was when all hell broke loose. Camden watched as a device slid part of the way out of the bag. A device that was instantly recognizable.
“He’s got a bomb!” The man that had helped the kid to his feet yelled out in shock.
Everyone that had heard the declaration started to scream and run away as soon as they could. All except for Camden who seemed to be frozen in place and the wolfish man that had grabbed onto the bag. He was either brave or too afraid to let go because the bomb might fall.
“What the hell is going on?” The wolfish man asked in a slightly higher pitch than before.