The Lone Wolf Of Maine And His Mafia Princess

The road was slippery because of the rain. The moon is peeping in the night sky, however, it barely offers any light on this side of the road for they were lined up with huge Bald Cypress trees–the tree that symbolizes mourning. For they are now entering the land that was the battleground of the epic war that almost drove their kind into extinction.

He is escaping the men that were ordered to kill his family. He nervously glanced at his wife in the passenger seat, her beautiful face was ghostly white. After all, it was her family that signed their death warrant. He shifted his gaze to the backseat where his son—too young to know the cruelty of this word, was staring at him with his gray eyes, asking him questions he had no answer to offer. He gave him a shaky smile instead.

He returned his eyes to the slippery road, praying that those who were after them wouldn't catch up with them until they reached the black stone on the side of the road. The inconspicuous stone was the signage that the land was the Free Land for their kind where no blood should be spilled. It is his only hope. He stepped on the accelerator, not minding the road.

However, fate had something different in her mind that night. The men that were tasked to eliminate his family were hot on their heels. Briare was the man who was given the order to kill the rogue wolves. He smirked when in the past it was him who ran after the rogue and now, he and his family are being considered as rogue.

And they are now escaping to the Free Land—the ground where the five strongest werewolves' families battled for forty days and forty nights hundred of years ago. In that war, no one won but rather lost a lot of their loved ones. Thus, to honor the fallen ones who sacrifice their lives in a useless war of greed and power, the five families pledged for the land to be a safe zone where no blood of another wolf will drench the ground.

The war that took hundreds of lives didn't end the five werewolves' families' struggle for power. For when did their predatory nature and their greed for power ever be satiated? The war continued until this modern time but they no longer rip each other's throats in their wolf form. They have more finesse now. They rip apart their enemy in the boardrooms, wearing expensive three-piece business suits money could ever buy.

Briare was running at full speed, crisscrossing trees, keeping a watch on the speeding car a few kilometers down the highway. He usually enjoys this chase but not tonight. The order to eliminate and repress this traitor and his family—was a strange one. And the fact that they are taking refuge in the free land. The mission doesn't sit right with Briare.

Because no one who betrayed their pack would ever dare to take refuge in the Free Land where everyone is free to come but not everyone can stay. For them to run to the land that was bathed in their ancestor's blood, Azul must have gone insane. The old Lone Wolf of Maine would kill him if he knew how he betrayed his own pack.

"Briare, you motherfucker! Don't you dare touch my family!" Azul's chest was heaving painfully, for every time he spoke or even made a small movement, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Azul didn't anticipate the three wolves that ran right into their path, resulting in him losing control of the wheel and their tires skidding off the side road, hitting a giant Cypress tree.

Briare surveying Azul's body thought to himself. 'He must have cracked his chest in the impact of the crash.' A small amount of pity reaches the far end of his brain, after all, they are from the same pack. They're brothers!

That's what makes this mission a difficult one. But brother or not, he was given an order that he can't refuse for its failure meant his own life.

They were still assessing each other when their attention was brought to the whimpering woman in the passenger seat of the black sedan.

Her right arm was broken badly. She must have tried to protect herself from the impact of the crash. Glass shard was buried on the right side of her face. Her golden hair was tangled, plastered on her face was covered with blood.

Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish taken out of the fish tank, gasping for air. She looks grotesque, yet everyone that would gaze at her would agree that she looks beautiful, mesmerizing even.

"Claudette, you bitch," Briare muttered under his breath.

Azul growled at the shattered passenger-side car window. They saw an arm snaked around Claudette's neck before a man's face. He has a devious smirk on his lips, marred by some scars.

"There is nothing you could do to protect your bitch of a mate, brother." He whispered to Azul's ear.

"Claudette," he lifted his arm to reach the woman he loves but failed. A tear fell from the corner of his eyes as he watched his mate whimper in pain.

"Briare, not my family, please."

"It's too late, brother."

The arm of the man strangling Claudette's neck ripped her canary dress.

Azul's growl was muted by the gushing of blood in his mouth. In his blurry vision, he saw the hateful man, touching his beautiful wife's breast before his hand emerged from Claudette's bosom with a necklace. The red necklace was with the insignia of the other pack. The necklace red pendant was from the Remulian pack—and it was covered in blood. It was Briare's turn to growl, seeing the necklace.

"Tell me, Azul. What does it feel like to die with the truth that your mate betrayed you?" He gripped Azul's face and forced him to look as the man holding Claudette snapped her neck in an instant before he disappeared as quickly as he came.

Azul went berserk, seeing his mate die in front of his own eyes. He found a new burst of energy to release himself from the confinement of the steering wheel and the driver's seat.

The wolves standing watch outside the car, stepped back when they smelled the rage of an Alpha.

Briare snapped his brother's neck before he could go on a full rampage. He was protecting the pack were his thoughts when he took his brother's life.

"Briare, we have to leave now! They are coming!"

He stepped away from the driver's seat window and opened the backseat door. On the floor of the car, in between the gap between the driver and passenger seat was a black puppy, not bigger than a poodle.

But this one isn't a poodle. It's a handsome black wolf. When he bent over to grab him from the floor, the small pup jumped and hid under Claudette's feet.

His gray eyes were full of hate as he watched him under his mother's bloody legs.

He was mesmerized by the anger in his eyes and the fact that he didn't make a sound while his parents were being killed.

"My name is Briare. I am your uncle and I killed your parents. Grow up strong Linus Gray and find me." He whispered before he pulled himself out of the car to escape for the Lone Wolf of Maine is coming.

And the pack under his command retreated from the scene of the crime for no one wished to die under the Lone Wolf of Maine's cruel hands.