Page 74 of Fangs for the Memories
One is placed in my hand and I dial the number I need.
“Ferenc?”Max sounds surprised. Presumably he thinks I’m already dead.
“Max,” I pant, heaving my chest in and out to make it as realistic as possible. “The rogue…he’s coming for you…”
“What?”
“He’s coming…we’re following…I will be there…”
“No, Ferenc. I’m safe, I’m fine. I’m at the warehouse. You don’t need to…”
I terminate the call, handing the phone back. I have all I need to know, both from Dominik and from Max. It’s time for execution.
It’s the early hours of the morning and the humans will not see the pack of werewolves running through their streets, given our speed and silence. We make our way through Pest, down to the Danube and along it until we reach Margit-sziget. My warehouses are ranged along one side of the river.
They should be empty. I have been moving all goods out of there, ever since Max’s earlier interventions.
However, I haven’t been able to check, given the recent war.
A distraction.
I hate the old vamp is right. I hate he had to be the one to point out what is going on within my own pack. Max was waiting for an opportunity, and because of my mother, because he is my own flesh and blood, I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
And the whelp paid me back by getting a rogue vampire to drop a building on me.
In the grand scheme of werewolf battles, it was nothing. But sending the Darasz after my Grace…
That cannot go unpunished.
I indicate to my pack to spread out around the warehouse. The last thing I want is for Max to escape.
He’s about to forfeit any privileges he may have believed he had. One of which will be breathing.
I shove open the double doors, strolling through because I do own the place, and the little upstart who believes he can be alpha will never own anything.
Max stands surrounded by feral vampires. They snarl and drool at me.
“Just you,” I say, my words ringing around the place. “If you think you are ready.”
“What have you done?” Max snarls. “All of this was mine.” He gestures to the empty space around us.
“No, it wasn’t. It was mine,” I rasp. “And had you been a good pack member, maybe you would have come to have a piece of my empire.”
Max snorts as his vampires sneak away from him, no doubt considering some sort of attack.
“You were never going to give me anything, Ferenc, not even a bone. You hated the mere thought I might have a challenge against you.”
I roll my eyes as the first two vampires come for me. I bat them away as if they are nothing as I advance on Max.
“No one has a challenge. I fought my father for this position, and he was the greatest werewolf who ever lived until that point. I beat him, and because he is my father, I let him live,” I snarl. “I do not owe you the same courtesy.”
Another three vampires launch themselves at me, their fangs scraping over my skin as I dispose of them in the same way as the first wave.
“You can keep doing this, or you can show me what you’re made of.” I deal with several more vamps in quick order. “You can show me your respect and perhaps you’ll live to see another moon.”
The final wave of vampires come for me. These are the strongest, and they require a little more effort, but the undead are the undead, and I deal with them in a way they will not rise again.
“Just you and me.” I spread my dripping claws out. “No one else.”
