10 - CONFRONTATION
DAMON
"You know, the people really think that shit was some sort of hunting accident," Tyrell, the chief of the Elite Guards was talking.
I yawned in boredom, couldn't wait for the old man to get this over with so I can go about my business.
"To the general public, our beloved heir, Lord Stephan was unlucky during a hunting expedition and got severely injured but thank the goddess, he was saved. The truth however is more sinister than that..." Tyrell continued.
"Under our very noses, our heir was attacked by warlocks!"
My eyes widened with surprise, this was the first time I was hearing of this. I too, like the general public, thought that Stephan's misfortune stemmed from a hunting expedition gone wrong.
It sounded silly, the supposed heir to the throne almost dying after embarking on a hunting expedition, it just made Stephan look impotent in my eyes.
Now this? This was a surprise.
"With all due respect chief, what happens to the heir to the alpha is not any concern of ours," Vane replied.
He was considered as the left hand of the chief, one of the two people likely to become the leader once the chief retired, I was the second person.
"Preposterous!" Tyrell exclaimed, "How can you say something like that?"
"Our job is solely to worry about the alpha himself!" Vane fired back, maintaining his stance.
"And you don't think his son almost dying worried the alpha? What worries the alpha worries us. It is our job to make sure he has no worries!" Tyrell shot back too.
I yawned, it was back to being boring again, I didn't care about what bothered the alpha or didn't bother the alpha, I just wanted to leave and take a bite.
"Damon, you are awfully quiet about something of such great importance," Tyrell said suddenly, catching my attention.
Damn the old man, he just wanted to get me involved by all means, I sighed, "If the alpha says we jump, we jump. If he says we hunt the bastards who hurt his beloved son, we'll do that. We answer to him and him alone so we should wait for his command!"
"Seconded!" Vane screamed loudly and patted me heavily on my shoulder, "Spoken like a true Elite Guard."
"So you want to wait until another attempt is made on the heir's life before we act?" Tyrell raised his voice, staring at me intently.
My blue eyes matched his gaze and then I sneered, "Acting without the alpha's word is treason... is that what you are suggesting, chief?"
Tyrell swallowed and jerked back as if he was hit in the face, his eyes darted from side to side and he seemed unsure of himself again.
A smirk escaped my lips, that's right old man... stay quiet.
He cleared his throat loudly, "This meeting is adjourned but stay available, the alpha may call on us at any time!"
I left the hall yawning more widely than before, this time around from hunger as I made a left turn outside the gate, I came to a complete stop.
Standing a few feet in front of me was none other than Stephan.
His hands were crossed in front of his chest and he was leaning on a bleach tree staring right at me.
A small smile spread across my lips as I regained my composure, "Look who is here!"
I began to walk towards him as calmly as possible. "You back for round two?"
Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. "Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards."
My smile got wider, "Daddy's boy knows how to do research!" I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious.
"I know exactly what type of a person you are!" Stephan continued holding his ground.
"Yeah? What type of a person are you?" I was up in his face now. "The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?" I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.
Stephen was ready this time around, he screeched backwards only a few inches, his eyes were smoldering like heated coal, "I didn't come to fight you," he said tightly.
I closed the distance between us again, "Yeah, what did you come to do then? Go on, let's hear it."
I could see him gnashing his teeth as he stared me in the face, "Stay away from Rebekka! She doesn't need your likes in her life!" he growled.
I scoffed in his face, "You mean the same Rebekka you rejected? The one that tried to kill herself for a scumbag like you... that Rebekka?"
Stephan's resolve seemed to break for a split when he heard that but he regained his composure and his anger far too quickly.
"Listen to me–"
"No, you listen to me, Rebekka is with a real man now, okay?" I scoffed, "So you," I stuck out a finger and poked his chest, "Can run back to daddy now!"
Stephen's reaction was unexpected, he grabbed me by my shirt suddenly and shoved me into the trunk of the bleach tree.
There was a loud thud as my back slammed into it forcibly.
He held me there, his right fist was balled up and he was holding it above his head, ready to throw a punch.
I grinned widely and spread out my hands, "Go on then, boy, have at it... I will even let you have the first hit for free."
His eyes were staring me down but I refused to back down.
"Stay away from her," he growled much more slowly in a deep guttural voice and then as suddenly as he had reacted, he let go of me and brought down his hand.
I scoffed, "That's what I thought." I straightened the fabric of my shirt and looked at him.
"There will be consequences if you defy me!" he growled.
