Olamide Armstrong witnesses an unlikely murder. The problem is people that witness a man-wolf rip out someone's throat don't usually live to tell their tales. She is moments from being another animal attack statistics when fate decides to play a dangerous game.

Alpha's captive

　　The church of Cassandra lay in the heart of Wentworth. It was a place where darkness overshadowed the light and where creatures that went bump in the night could be themselves. In simpler words, a place where the individuals the mundane had tagged as monsters would be on their best and worst behavior without fearing the consequences of their action. It reeked of alcohol and blood as I drove towards the only building in this part of town that didn't look like it was a cheap motel harboring blood lovers and the high fae of the lower court. As we passed through a set of blanketed trees, a towering building came into view. The stench of drugs, blood, and sinners also slowly went extinct. Until all that was left in sight was the serene church of Cassandra the all-seeing. I pulled over at the gate. An old woman was waiting at the other side. She was dressed in all black and she smiled the second our eyes met.


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