Page 80 of Alpha Power

"Any movement?"

"Nobody in or out since we arrived, Sire," the larger of the two replied, eyes hard and focused.

He nodded slightly. "Get back in position, wait for my signal."

"Yes, Sire." They moved as one, disappearing in a flash.

Zamorra cracked her fingers and shook out her body, like a boxer preparing for a fight. Rolling her neck, she jogged a few times on the spot and winked. "Watch me work."

"This isn't a game, Zamorra," Void hissed as she walked away.

"No, I'm a one-woman squad. SG-Z. Lieutenant Colonel, Zamorra Solaris, at your service," she whispered into the night, drawing on her favourite Sci-Fi show, Stargate SG-1 for inspiration.

"Oh god," Void grumbled.

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Zamorra stared at Arturo's house, pursing her lips in thought.

We could just knock him out and drag him back?Her werewolf suggested.

We still have to get past the Wards.

It was a relatively modern house, one story, single garage with an extra car port outside and a freshly cut lawn. The Wards surrounding the property were strong, their power reaching her from where she stood all the way across the street, dark and seductive.

That was the thing about dark magic. It was cold, destructive, and volatile. But it had a way of seducing people with its power, making them want to embrace it like she did right now.

Squaring her shoulders and giving herself a mental pep talk, Zamorra walked towards the house, looking both ways before crossing the street. She was a badass, but she wasn't irresponsible.

When she stepped past the white picket fence, the front door opened, revealing a shirtless Arturo.

His blue eyes flashed gold when he saw her. Now that her werewolf wasn't slumbered, she could scent what type of shifter he was. Lion. He wore his pants low around his waist, his black hair dishevelled like he had just woken up.

"I was worried you wouldn't have the balls to actually show up." Arturo leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his face.

Just get inside and we can take care of him.

We can't kill him.

But we can hurt him,her werewolf rumbled, excited.

Zamorra smiled and raised her brows. "You gonna let me in?" She wasn't going to risk walking any further, not with how much power was radiating from those Wards.

Arturo pushed off the door frame and walked over to her. A gust of wind blew her scent his way and he froze mid step, eyes blazing gold. "A werewolf," he murmured, surprised. "Don't you just get more interesting by the second."

She debated whether or not to have her werewolf slumber, but in the end she chose against it. She figured it could only help her case at this point and she was right. Arturo was intrigued.

Arturo offered a hand and she took it, following him towards the house. Power pulsed from where their skin touched as he led her past the threshold and into the house, making her whole body shiver. He kicked the door shut with his foot and directed her into the living room. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her down until her butt sank into his black leather couch.

"Sit, darlin', relax while I go get us some drinks."

I can't take much more of this,her werewolf grumbled, annoyed.

Neither could she. They had only just gotten here and already she was ready to go. Despite his good looks, she found him slimy and repulsive. There was no point dragging this out any longer than she had to. When he came back, she would strike.

Arturo returned carrying two glasses filled with shifter moonshine, the same kind her uncle carried around in his flask. It did the same thing for shifters that alcohol did for humans.

Supernatural’s had a naturally high tolerance for human made substances so they had to get creative, concocting their own brand of personal, ass-kicking booze.

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