Page 36 of Alpha Power

Luther regarded her. "A long time."

Was that it?

"Uh huh. How long?"

"Longer than I ever planned."

God. Would it kill him to answer a question with more than a few words?

"You know it's really irritating when you do that. You're so vague."

"You should be focusing on your mission. Not trying to get information out of me."

"You make it sound like I'm torturing you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"In a way you are," he grunted. He turned to face her and his eyes locked onto her hair. He gave it a small tug. "Just remember everything we went through. Don't go anywhere alone, with anyone inside that club. Everyone knows shifter clubs have hidden passageways and secret rooms. You get lost in one of those, there's no finding you. Keep our. . . partnership to yourself. If the shifters find out you're working for me, they'll shut you down." His dark eyes locked with her own as he drew closer, his scent intoxicating to her senses. "And most importantly, don't forget who you now belong to." His lips crashed onto hers, fierce and dominating. His fingers sank into her skin, pulling her closer until she was almost straddling his powerful frame.

Just as quickly he pulled back, his eyes blazing red with desire. He tapped the camera in the middle of her choker. "I'll be watching."

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Darius dropped her off a blockaway from the club. They didn't want to risk someone seeing them together. Her black stilettos clicked against the pavement as she walked down the street, the brisk night air ruffling her hair. Even though the night was still young, she could sense different supernatural’s already out and about, causing havoc.

A group of dark mages arguing amongst themselves caught her attention, their fingertips sparkling red as their magic swirled around them. A female vampire with her fangs buried deep in the neck of a human. Zamorra could smell the metallic scent of his blood as she walked past the darkened alley. Two demons fighting over the dead body of a shifter, their eyes black and soulless, their tails swishing from side to side behind them.

Demons were the hardest supernatural’s to hide amongst society. With their red skin, black eyes, black horns on top of their heads and long spikey tail, it was pretty obvious that they were not human. The rest of the supernatural’s however - vampires, mages and shifters - all looked relatively human. As long as people didn't look too closely, no one could tell they were different.

Zamorra took all this in at a cursory glance, continuing her stride until she reached Volume, the shifter club. A long line of supernatural’s were out front, waiting to go inside. The humans on the street walked straight past, not taking any notice of the club, or those waiting outside. Some establishments owned and operated by supernatural’s used Glamours to hide their businesses from the eyes of pesky humans.

Glamours were extremely powerful spells that mages could weave with their light or dark magic. There were several different types of Glamours out there, but she only had a limited amount of knowledge on a few of them.

She knew there were some that could hide items, buildings, and even entire streets from humans. To her they were kinda like forcefields of magic that showed nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that would make a human question what they were seeing right in front of them. The supernatural, however, could see everything happening beyond the Glamour, unlike human eyes to whom it would seem nothing was unusual at all.

The Council had Glamours upon Glamours upon Glamours layered around the highly populated areas of a city. They encompassed hundreds of kilometres of land (depending on where you were) making it easy for supernatural’s to slip behind them and disappear completely. It was up to each individual person to know where the Glamours were placed so they knew where they could use their supernatural abilities. If anyone was caught by a human, whether in person or on video doing something that could expose them, it was an automatic death sentence.

The few times Zamorra had been caught by a human using her abilities, she had to unfortunately kill them. If she didn't, the Council would have killed her. Vampires had it kinda easy with this crap, which annoyed her. With the ability to compel humans anytime they wanted, vampires could pretty much do anything around them and not have to worry about the repercussions.

Zamorra walked on, shoulders straight and head held high as she headed for the massive, burly bouncer at the entrance.

"Hey! No cutting!" A demon yelled, his black eyes narrowed.

"Back of the line, bitch!" A dark mage screeched, red magic sparkling in the air around him.

Zamorra ignored them. She knew being a shifter meant she could get into the club without having to wait. It was just the way their world worked. Demons got priority at their own clubs. Same went for mages and vampires.

She got a whiff of the big bouncer's scent.

Bear, her werewolf rumbled.

There were hundreds of different types of shifters out there. Some Zamorra had met, others she had only heard of. Like dragon shifters. Glorious, majestic beasts that were rumoured to be the size of a large building and could breathe fire as hot as the sun. It had been over a thousand years since anyone had last seen one. Some say they were hunted to extinction, other supernatural’s having feared the amount of power the amazing creatures possessed.

The bouncer gave Zamorra a once-over, his brown eyes lingering a little too long on her breasts for her liking, before moving to her face. She let her eyes bleed silver so he could see the beast lying beneath her skin.

He immediately tensed, his own eyes flashing gold in response. He picked up the rope barrier and inclined his head towards the entry.

Those waiting in line groaned in annoyance as she walked past the threshold and into the club.

Keep your eyes open, Luther's deep voice crackled through her earpiece.

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