The Alliance

Drake quickly grabbed the book from the bed and flipped the pages open, then he took all the letters, removing them from the envelopes then he placed them on the table after clearing out the flower vase and journal on the table.

"Here look, I have seen this symbol before."

"This is is. This is the symbol of the Alliance; the wolf head." Pointing at yhe symbol on the envelopes Drake Dre my attention to the exact same symbol on a page of his book.

There was an inscription written down in the same ancient language.

"What could this mean?"

"There is only one way to find out."

I was anxious, eager to find a clue regarding my father's disappearance. Drake continued to look into the book, carefully trying to translate some of the words in the ancient language.

I patiently waited for him to give me a response, my attention focused on him moving from he letters carefully arranged on the table and back to the book on the bed.

"What's that?" I asked sending the sudden worrisome look he wore on his face.

"Eem Lyla…"

"What is that?!" I didn't know why he was stuttering scratching the back of his head after going through three of the letters on the table.

"Talk to me Drake!"

"Calm down Lyla." Softly Drake looked into my eyes but that wasn't working at all. I was getting really worried in expectation of what his response was going to be. The level of my anxiety rising as I watched Drake search for a way to tell me what was really the matter.

"These are sanctions by the Alliance. Your father was meant to face the Alliance in trial for mating with a human. "

"My mother." I said softly, then I grabbed two of the letters and looked into them but they were blank as I removed them from the blue light Drake was holding up.

As though I could be able to read the words in the book I carried it on my lips and looked at the words in the pages open but I could only see a few words in English, majority were written in Latin.

"Your father was summoned to face trial for five years but it seems he refused to show up. The first one was in 2017 and the last one was in 2021."

"That was when my father took me to Moonblood Pack. 2021 was the last time I saw him."

My heartbeat increased, I was really tensed.

"Do you… Do you think they…" I couldn't finish the words I wanted to say. Tears gradually started to drop down from my eyes flowing through my cheeks. Drake drew closer to me and embraced me caressing my head.

"Hey Lyla. I promise we will find him."

"What if he is dead?" Drake could not bear to see me sobbing. I wasn't sure but I feared that my father had been killed by the Alliance.

"Its gonna be ok Lyla. We just have to be sure of what really happened to him."

As I held on to Drake sobbing slowly a thought suddenly came to my mind, I withdrew myself from Drake's body and wiped the tears from my eyes. Then I adjusted my cloths and exhaled greatly after taking in enough air gradually.

I grabbed my phone and opened my browser, then I took one of the envelopes and placed it on the bed then I captured the symbol on the envelope and searched for it. As the loading icon rotated I silently hoped for it to finish up and get a positive result.

Finally! The results showed up, there were several information on the symbol. I scrolled through the webpages and articles on my phone. Drake drew close as I anxiously flipped through my phone screen.

"Wait Lyla. This!"

I clicked on the particular page Drake pointed at, obviously it seemed like it could offer some reasonable information. The page rightly had some relevant information that could help us find out more information about my father's disappearance but I was looking for more. I needed to talk to someone. An address! A contact! Or even a social media account! But the Alliance seemed to cover their traces.

I left the page as the only information were regarding some encounters by people who had come across them. Few person wrote about how discreet they were and how they operated on high codes of conduct and dealt with any member who defaulted their rules. Some of the punishments included death and caging. I got to find out that there were socerers in the Alliance. The Alliance wasn't only a sect for Humans and Wrrewolves. Vampires and Socerers were also part of it. Everything seemed really scary.

"There, there is an address." I stopped scrolling and went back clicking on the page Drake pointed at. I was so much afraid and impatient that my sight seemed blurry, my mind was not at rest.

The page had some news headlines, articles and pictures but there were also a few addresses visible.

One of the news headlines read: 'Man killed in his mansion, family blames ALLIANCE.'

I quickly clicked on the news article. From what I read, a wealthy man was killed mysteriously at night while asleep and his wife after being questioned said the Alliance was responsible. She mentioned something regarding a debt that was owed by her husband.

"Do you think she knows something."

"Let's see if we can get an address." Drake's reply made me search through the news article carefully.

"There is is." Drake grabbed his pen and wrote down the address on the news article.

"That's like two hours drive from here." But I really didn't care, I was determined to even go that night.

"We will go as early as possible tomorrow Lyla. You just need to get some sleep. It's been a hell of a night."

I had forgotten that we had faced a gang who tried to rob us. I hoped they had learnt their lessons never to underestimate a woman again.

"Hey… it's gonna be ok."

Drake noticed that I couldn't sleep, turning upside down as I tried to close my eyes but the thought of the worst kept me awake. After a while Drake came closer to me and cuddled me. His warmth was soothing and soon I fell asleep.

The next morning, as early as the first flicker of dawn, I was awake and ready to hit the road. Drake was up early too, I loved the fact that he stood by me all through. I felt so lucky to have someone I could rely on at my breaking points.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded with a gloomy face, then he turned on the ignition of the car and wheeled us into the road. As Drake had said, the distance was really long and soon I was getting impatient. I wished I could fly to the address!

"We are here." Softly Drake tapped me on my shoulder and I quickly opened my eyes sitting up from the car seat. I couldn't imagine that I fell asleep.

As we drove into the house, I noticed that it seemed rather isolated; there were grasses sprouting from several areas of the stone floor, an indication that anyone was hardly around. The pool simmer dried up and some of the glasses in the windows were broken.

I quietly got down from the car and slowly walked towards the main door of the tall mansion. Drake followed behind scouring the entire area as we walked. Getting to the door, we found an inscription written with paint, 'stay out' it read' but that didn't stop us especially me.

I gently pushed the door open as I grabbed the door knob and twisted it to the right with a gently force.

"Careful Lyla."

Walking into the large hall in the mansion, there was more indication that the mansion had been abandoned for a long time probably from the time the incident occurred in the house which was about two years earlier.

The chandeliers in the hall were almost falling off, the curtains wrapped apart. Some of the pictures in frames hanging on the walls seemed to be slanted.

"Hello!"

"Anyone here!"

"We just want to talk!"

"Mrs Palmer!"

But there was no response, our words only echoed from one angle to another returning back to us as though they were responses.

That didn't seem to discourage me. I made my move to climb the stairs but Drake held on to my hand and as I turned I could see his eyes telling me to be careful. The entire ambience of the place seemed creepy right from the inscription on the wall to the tiny stains of blood splashed in patterns on the staircase.

I gently dragged out my hand from Drake's grip and quietly climbed the stairs but they were making creaky sounds with every step I took. No matter how much I tried to reduce the pace at which I walked and to step on the stairs with lesser weight they still made the creaky sound.

Just as I took the last step and was about to get on the corridor, there appeared a woman before me. A riffle perfectly fitted to her hands and she fired two shots without delay!