Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Sergio's point of view

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~ London ~

Ever since we returned from Paris, the young master is focused on his physical training and increasing his wealth, almost as possessed.

He prolonged his morning runs and intensified training sessions in the gym. With the amount of exercise he is getting, I would easily mistake him for a werewolf that is craving to shift into his wolf form and let loose, but I know that he doesn't have his wolf, so I'm not sure what to think of this.

When he is not sweating in the gym, the young master is reading business news and researching the market.

I entered his study and paused at the sight of the young master whose eyes were narrowed in concentration at the numbers on the screen in front of him. Other than his blue eyes, he physically doesn't resemble his father, but at that moment, nostalgia hit me, as the ghost of my Alpha overlapped with the image of the young Master in front of me.

The Alpha would also lose the sense of time while immersing himself in work. He was a great leader who took care of his pack and didn't mind working long hours.

When we saw the light on late in the evening, I would barge into Alpha's office with Ricky and Bazz, betas of our pack, Fynn, and several other generals, with the goal to drag the Alpha away from work. He would always refuse at the beginning, but then he would give in and join us. A few hours later, as we all passed out from the strong brew that is specially made for werewolves, our Alpha would look at us warmly with a mocking smirk plastered on his face, "You are just pups who don't know how to handle your liquor. Go home to your mamas…"

I snapped myself out of memories. Ah, those were the good old days.

"It's Friday evening. Can I suggest a fun way to spend your time?"

The young Master shook his head, rejecting me. "Go on without me. You are having enough fun for the both of us, anyway."

"If I didn't know how much money you have, I would think that you are working so hard because you are broke.", I teased him.

"You don't know how much money I have.", he deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes. Well, it's true that I don't know exactly how much he has, but I know that he is loaded.

"Are you going to tell me you are lacking money?", I asked.

"Of course, not, Sergio. I am making sure my financial cushion is comfy enough for when Sanya returns so that I can take care of her properly."

I looked at his earnest expression and a proud smile on his face and I knew that he was serious.

For the sake of keeping him grounded, I had to remind him of several facts. "We don't know where she is or if she is with someone else. What if she moved on and found someone else?" I swallowed back the part that we have no idea if she is alive.

I thought that he will be upset, but he responded calmly. "Sanya is in Paris. She has me in her heart, and she will return when she is ready."

His confidence surprised me. If I was not next to him all the time during our trip to France, I would assume that he met Sanya, and they exchanged vows with a blood oath.

"How can you be sure? We didn't find any traces of her in Paris."

"We didn't.", he said, and the twinkle in his eyes told me that he knows something I don't. "Maybe she is not in Paris anymore. But she is out there, waiting for the right time to return."

"What is she waiting for?"

He looked at me like I asked something silly. "If I was Sanya, I would wait for the right opportunity to strike the people who set me up."

"You mean, those three girls?"

"Yes. And let's not forget Magda and Sanya's parents also. Sanya is not stupid. She knows that the right way to deal with those people is to watch them and gather information while allowing them to relax, and then destroy their lives, just how they wanted to destroy Sanya's."

To be honest, I didn't care about those three girls or Sanya's parents. However, Magda is a different case. She is from a prominent family and going against her recklessly can bring us unwanted attention. I had to confirm if I understood the meaning behind his words… "Does that mean you will not act against them?"

He thought for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure. My current intention is to be Sanya's eyes so that when she is ready to strike them, I can help her out. However, if any of them crosses paths with me, I can't guarantee that I can pretend everything is fine. What they did is inexcusable."

With this explanation, I understood why the young master is focused on observing those people, without making a move against them. He was creating files with the intention to give them to Sanya. Figures. Everything he does revolves around that girl.

Waiting and scheming is not a werewolf's way of dealing with problems.

"Isn't it easier to break their legs?", I asked dryly. Actually, I was thinking more about snapping their necks and hiding the bodies in the forest, but I kept that part to myself.

He chuckled. "Ah, Sergio, Sergio. Giving them an easy way out is not the right solution. Now, is there anything important you wanted to talk about, or can I go back to work? As I said already, I'm not in a mood to party tonight."

"You are never in a mood to party."

"I will be when Sanya returns.", he responded and turned toward his computer, ignoring me.

"Are you telling me that you gave up on searching for Sanya and you will sit here until she returns?", I asked skeptically.

He shot me a side-glance and smirked. I knew it. He is up to something, and not willing to tell me!

I snorted. Recently, I noticed that the young master is concealing things from me, especially when it's related to Sanya. Well, there is nothing I can do. As long as he does not do something stupid, like going to Italy, I will let him be. Anyway, he is not a child anymore.

"Enjoy your Friday evening. Alone.", I said while walking out to what he hummed absentmindedly in response.

As I exited the apartment, I straightened the lapels of my suit jacket and headed down.

My wolf wanted to run, but I consoled him that we will do that tomorrow. 'Tonight, we will go to a club, find a few fine ladies to give us company.'

My wolf scoffed. 'It's all empty fun, you know that, right?'

'It's the best we can get, given the circumstances, and it's not like we need women to have fun...', I tried to console him. I knew that my wolf hoped to find his mate, but I was not interested. 

Was I looking for something more than short-lived fun? Not in terms of a woman, that's for sure. I always found joy in my pack and the life I left behind.

I shook the incoming wave of sadness away before it could hit me. It was all because I've seen the young master working and it reminded me of Alpha. At least that's what I told myself.

I went over our trip to France several times in my mind, and I couldn't understand what happened to change young Master's anxiousness with this calm.

He never explained from where he got the idea for us to go to Paris in search of Sanya, and I honestly didn't care. As long as it's not Italy, and I make sure we don't bump into werewolves, we should be safe. Actually, he changed so much, that even if we met werewolves who belonged to the Bluemoon pack, the probability of someone recognizing him would be slim.

During our trip to Paris, he was studying the map and marking several buildings that are in the vicinity of the Eiffel Tower. "We will need to check these…"

I didn't think much of it until we were out on the streets, and I realized that one of the buildings radiated with powerful restrictions.

Werewolves are not creatures of magic, as we are known for our physical strength, speed, and agility, but this building gave me an ominous feeling that even I could sense.

I knew that it will be impossible to get in, but I couldn't just drag him away without an explanation, so I played along.

As I suspected, the person who answered the door was not a simple human, and my hairs stood on ends when I picked up a lingering scent of a vampire.

I felt like crying. Why were we there? Does the young master think that Sanya is in there?

I remember the man telling us that we can't come in, as it's private property, and I was concerned that the young Master will insist.

To my surprise, after taking a few deep breaths, the young Master agreed to back off. And not only back off, but return to London.

Was he able to smell something or someone? Other than vampires, I didn't pick up any other scent.

As soon as we arrived home, the young master asked me to find out whatever I can about that building.

There was a knot in my chest when I saw the name, Aldus Mezzanotte. Well, that explained the smell of vampires, and restrictions, and the not-so-human butler.

What were the odds of my young Master wanting to go inside Aldus's property?

The young master was studying the information I handed him, reading about Aldus Mezzanotte as the businessman and owner of Notte Pharmaceuticals, but I knew that is only the tip of the iceberg.

Aldus Mezzanotte made a name for himself as a scientist (how he calls himself), but he is a creature that shouldn't be provoked. Even my Alpha treated Aldus with respect, and that says a lot about the power that Aldus is wielding.

I met Aldus when I accompanied my Alpha and the young master to visit Aldus about two decades ago.

At that time, my Alpha was desperate to find out what's wrong with the young master's wolf, and Aldus said how the boy was too young for anything more than simple tests, and we should return when he reaches his teens. However, my Alpha perished together with the Bluemoon pack, and that next visit never happened.

Is it possible that the young Master was searching for Aldus in order to do those tests related to his non-existent wolf? No, not possible. He was too young to remember what happened that day, and we were searching for Sanya.

However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that all this is more than just a coincidence.

I gave myself a tight slap. 'Stop worrying needlessly, Sergio! What matters is that the young master gave up on crazy ideas that can endanger him, and I am on my way to have some fun...'

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