Another daughter of Sylo

“This-this can’t be real.” I mutter to myself. Alexander looks at the side of my face, worrying about if I can cope with all of this. Things were just getting back to normal, something inside of me and small part thought something bad would happen. That the worst is has just begun.

“Well, it is. She is a red wolf, it’s hard to kill one of those.” Katana mentions. Her fingers trails over the red wolf mark, around and around it goes circling the circle. I stare intently at it, thinking of who would leave that mark.

“Alexander killed Sasha; it’s ruled out that it isn’t her.” says my grandpa.

“But did she really die?” Katana’s eyes go directly in Alexander’s line of vision. She analyzes him, trying to put herself in his shoes.

“Wha- yes she did. I saw the life drain from her body. I saw her take her last breath.” A stem of anger comes through his voice. As if he’s aggravated by Katana’s questioning him.

“I’m just saying Alexander, I’ve killed a few people ‘thinking’ they were dead and weren’t.” She says as her hands clasp together. The jet-black hair that once sat on her shoulders is now cut into a very short bob. I’m assuming when she running around in the woods, she couldn’t find a good salon. Without her long hair she looks more. . .scary and tough.

“She’s dead, end of discussion.” Alexanders leans back on the couch. I put my hands on hips, trying to calm him down a little.

“Whether she’s dead or not, someone who is a red wolf is targeting us specifically. We have to figure out who it is and stop them.” says Mr. Germani.

“Second that.”

“Ditto.”

“Do you guys know any other red wolfs that it could be?” I asked them. They all lean their eyes up to the ceiling, most likely trying to figure out any and every red wolf they know and that could’ve done this.

“Piper Pryde.” Was all Katana said.

“Who’s Piper Pryde?” I asked her.

“She’s a daughter of Sylo, like Katherine Constantine. But Piper is the worst of them all, she kills for the thrill of it, not because she was told to. A couple months back I can across a few dead bodies. They had these same marks on it, when I smelled around it was the scent of Piper.”

“To have someone’s scent, you need to know them. Did you. . .know Piper like that?” asked my grandpa. I remember Alexander telling me that, before everything wild happened. The only way to pick up on a person’s scent is to know the person well enough. Obviously, she has or had some type of connection with this Piper Pryde.

“Before I became a Khan, and my uncle didn’t want me and my father dead, I lived in Insofar. I trained alongside the daughters of Sylo, learning from the best Sylo Sniper. Me and Piper got along well. . .until she started killing people for fun. So, I shied away from her focusing on myself, getting better and faster.”

“But why would Piper kill one of ours?”

“For revenge. We did kill the King’s only heir to his kingdom.” Vet said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And If I know anything about my brother, he can hold on to a grudge.”

Mr. Germani’s phone starts to ring. “Excuse me for a moment.” He walks down the hall towards the kitchen to take his call. While he’s doing that, we all just think to ourselves.

“Wait Quinn, when I called you, you were at Lyra’s house.” My Grandpa eyes me, damn it he knows that I skipped. I should have just listened to him when he told me to stay at home. I’ve never skipped before; this was my first time.

“Yesssss.” I drag out the word slowly.

“Did you skip?” Before I have a chance to answer his question, Mr. Germani comes in the living room. A sour look comes on his face, like he’s gotten the worst news of his life.

“Oh look Mr. Germani’s back, let’s see what he has to say.” He gave me a look of’ think is not over’, please let it me.

“We need to go, now.” Everyone stands up. Katana and Vet follow Mr. Germani to his car outside. Before Alexander could go outside, I pulled him by his arm over to the staircase.

“You, ok?” His hand strokes my cheek softly. I lean into his touch; he always calms me down. Whenever I’m rowed up or even nervous, he’s there to calm me down.

“Yes- well no. Do you really think that’s it’s this Piper Pryde girl?” He looks down at his shoes then me.

“It has to be, definitely can’t be Sasha she’s dead. Piper would step up to the plate, willing to kill for anything.”

“This Is all because of me. Maybe I should just give myself over.” His eyes rattle over my crazy comment.

“Are you crazy? Don’t answer that because I know you are.” I give him a look. “We are not turning you over to them.”

“What if they keeping killing people, I can't handle people dying on account of me.” These are innocent people dying for the likes of me. Who’s next, my grandpa? Mr. Germani? Aren or Aora? I know waking up the First Power won’t be the best thing to do, but it’s better than other’s dying.

“That’s what being in a pack is all about. You live and die. We will figure out who’s killed that pack member, whoever it is we will take them down. We survived Sasha then we can survive anything.”

“If you're so sure.”

“What did your grandpa mean about you calling from Lyra’s house. Did you skip?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“You never skip, ever. Hell, you don’t even do anything bad except for sneaking in your bedroom, which I loved by the way.” I shoved his shoulder, a smile comes on my lips.

“I had to leave, Myer’s showed up and kept stalking me.” His eyes widen, a certain anger overcomes him. Whenever I mention Myer’s name, he gets angry.

“What the hell did he want, the fact that he talked to you I should rip his throat out.”

“You don’t know how much I would enjoy that.” I don’t really think mean things about people, but Myer’s deserves it. I mean dating someone for information is downright wrong, and leading them on is equally wrong.

“What did he want. He shouldn’t be caring about you anymore, Sasha is dead.”

“That’s what I said to him, but he said that he doesn’t work for Sasha and Insofar anymore. Now he works for a powerful family, I assumed it was the originals.”

“Quinneth fictional TV is just that fictional. . .did he give any hints about who this ‘powerful family’ is?”

“No, didn’t get enough time to. I left the school and now I’m here.”

He pulls me close to him by my waist, “I’ll tell my father about this, see if he can get some information. Until further notice maybe you should take a couple days off from school. Take him to yourself, and to keep you safe.”

Usually I would object, but I think he’s right and so was my grandpa. I wanted to get back to my life, but with this killing happening and a bounty on my head the best thing for me is to lay low.

“Fine, you should get going.”

“Yeah, see you later.” He kisses me on my lips and heads out the door. I watch him get into his truck and pull out the driveway.

Walking into the kitchen to grab myself a water, I see someone in the backyard. There sitting on a rock, body facing the trees. The wind blows through their bright red hair, freckles show on the back of their neck.

I don’t know anyone with bright red hair except for Lyra. But this person has curly ginger locks that flows in the mind. Looking down the hall, I see Grandpa outside on the phone. Most likely talking to the coroner's office, trying to hear more about the body. I’ve never seen him more invested in something, well except for his books.

Leaving my unopened water bottle on the counter, I walk outside. The ginger locked person doesn’t bother to turn around. My feet crunches on the brown and orange leaves, hesitant on walking closer to the person.

Suddenly, I stop walking. The unknown person’s hands come down from meditating, slowly they turn around. I come in contact with a girl’s bright green eyes. She’s. . .scary but beautiful. There’s something about her, something dark and mysterious.

We just stare at each other for what seemed like eternity, she rises up from the rock. Walking over to me, analyzing me up and down.

“Hey Quinneth I forgot to give yo-”. I hear Alexander’s voice say from behind me. He stops in his tracks, fury chows through him. “Quinn baby, don’t move any closer to her. Back up slowly.”

“You're scaring me Alexander, who is this?”

“Someone you’ll never want to know?”

“Don’t be like that Sascha, I thought you would be excited to see me.” A sadistic sincere look comes on her face.

“Alexander, who is this? Tell me.” His head turns slowly in my direction, two words escape his lips.

“Piper Pryde.”