Kira Thorne by Shia Naawl (book recommendations website txt) đ
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The wererats were the ones that knew the whoâs, whatâs and howâs in the City. The underground of the city was their territory and that meant nothing runs by them without their knowledge âeven if it was little knowledge. I didnât particularly think much of the wererats since they werenât dependable and you never knew which side they were one. Though, who am I to judge? I hadnât exactly met one.
âSo we need to find her before the shit hits the fan. Where do we start finding her? The City is way too big for the Pack to find her.â I asked. Katra wasnât stupid. Unfortunately she was the type to be smart and batshit crazy. Not exactly great combination to have since she could be potentially planning to kill Erik as we speak. There were a lot of things you can do to this City and especially this one, anything could happen. If it was a human, it wouldâve been fine âa few kills and cause a little damage. A fucking non-pure witch, though bottom of the food chain in our world, can not only kill but kill millions. It can not only cause damage but a fucking apocalypse âliterally.
Erik rubbed his face with his free hand and slowly shook his head. âI donât fucking know. Katra isnât stable-â
âNo shitâ I snorted
Erik glared. â-But take the underground. Talk to the wererats. See what else they know. Go to the non-pure witches âsee what they know.â
I leaned my head back against Philipâs chest. Great, it was like playing a game of tag. And damn it, Katraâs it.
Chapter 16
I looked at Alaric that had a shit-eating grin on his face.
âItâs a sewer.â I said dumbly as I felt the need to point it out. The damn wolf was even holding the lid.
âuh-huh and Iâm a wolf. Now jump in. We got an appointment with the Alpha Rat in half hour.â
I wrinkled my nose at the smell. âIt stinks.â I pointed out again. He was so not making me do this. No. Hell. No.
âIs THE Kira Thorne scared to go in?â
I looked at Erik. âYou said they controlled the underground ânot the sewer system.â
âThe sewer system is below the City donât you think?â
I just looked at him.
Alaric gave me a heavy sigh that kinda screamed women. âWhere did you think they lived?â
âTrain stations?â I guessed.
âGet in Kira. If weâre late the Alpha rat is gonna be pissed and then that Alpha rat is going to tell our Alpha âthen Erik is gonna be pissed. I am not having Erik giving me shit. Get in or Iâm going to push you in.â
Thing I hated about his argument was that he was damn well right. For someone who isnât an Alpha and is late to a meeting with an Alpha is some serious offense. Fuck sake.
I walked to the small hole on the floor and my sense of smell flared. God the damn smell! I gave one quick glance at Alaric before a jumped inside. Every part of my body cringed. I so didnât wanna be here.
When the damp, dirty, shit-smelling floor hit the tips of my shoes, my knees started to bend to lessen the impact. It was a long way down. Darkness cascaded everywhere as well as the damn smell âbut what did you expect? It was a sewer. It was a one-way tunnel. I could have walked forwards or backwards but not right nor left. The walls I bet were filled with grime and I could hear actual rats. Everything inside me cringed. Small rats. Disgusting, tiny, furry rats. Ew. Every monster has something their afraid of right? Mine were damn rats and spiders.
I heard Alaric coming down so I moved slightly forwards so he didnât hit me. I watched Alaric slyly out the corner of my eye. Even jumping into a sewer, Alaric can make it graceful. His chestnut hair perfectly intact and his silk shirt werenât even rumpled. Alaric somewhat dressed for this occasion, wearing a fitted button-down shirt in black silk made his fair skin paler âmore delicate. He wore black jeans and shiny shoes. When youâre seeing any Alpha, you dress up âif that is, youâre going to the Alpha without your Alpha. It was just bad etiquette to not make an effort to those higher than you.
Which is why, unfortunately, I was dressed up too. I wore a crimson silk blouse with a fitted double-breasted black blazer âcourtesy of Violetâs help. My hair was too long for myself to be actually bothered to do something with it so Violet braided my hair till it reached to the middle of my back. Now, I drew the line to wearing a skirt and heels. It was impractical and both was just hard to run in. So I settled for tight fitted black jeans and over-the-knee boots with crimson-coloured ribbons criss-crossing from the top to the bottom.
We waited at the entrance for ten minutes before I lost my nerve. The Alpha Ratâs men were supposed to pick us up and drop us off to Alpha Rat. Like weâd know how to navigate these damn sewer tunnels. I looked at Alaric who stood casually for the care in the world ânot minding at all the stink.
âWhere the hell are they?â I asked.
Alaric sighed. âI donât know.â His answer wasnât even remotely helpful.
I didnât have anything nice or helpful to put into this conversation so I let it die. The silence was annoying and I liked silence. It was the dripping and scattering noise that echoed in the sewer that started to piss me off. We were on time so what the hell was the big hold up?
That was when the hairs on my neck stood. My hands itched for my knives but I remained still. We were being watched. My anger spiked up higher. I didnât have time for games. I didnât have time for rats to just sit and watch me while I wait for them to guide me to their king.
I checked my watch. Okay, plan B.
âYour Alpha is expecting us. I would really appreciate it if you direct us to himâ I spoke aloud.
No one took the hint.
I cocked my head to the side. Trying to listen of anything. From anyone. Through the stench, I smelt them. They were near. What was this? A game? Observation? What?
My patience thinned and so did my control. Damn it. If they had to be difficult, Iâll find another way round this situation. Though the other way was a hell of a lot longer, it was a way to get things done. You donât rely on people you donât trust. Especially rats.
âThat helped.â Alaric said dryly.
I turned and just glared. There really wasnât need for that comment. Alaric just grinned and shrugged. Ass.
Something finally moved and I saw three figures coming towards us. Since I was part animal, I could see in the dark. Not amazingly well but well enough to see their faces. One obviously was leading the other two. I was guessing the latter two was his bodyguards. Or maybe his posse. I didnât really care.
The leader of this trio was shorter than the two, which was weird. It seemed right to have the one taking the lead to be taller and simply more than the buddies that trailed after him. Maybe it was clichĂ© but it made me alert. Maybe this Rat was deadlier than the rest. My guess was, he was about 5 ft 9. Saying the man was any higher didnât seem accurate. The guy had brown hair and it was close-to-skin short. His skin tone was a darker shade of tanned and it looked like despite his height, he made up for the muscles plastered all over his body. The guy was ripped that seemed borderline unattractive for some but he didnât look like that type of guy who worked out for the sake of making oneself look appealing. If that was his aim, he would stopped long time ago but I mentally shrugged at the thought, not my business to know. Apart from him muscles, his face was angular and could even say pretty âwhich was surprising since I the image of a rat-like appearance came to mind. His face was all angles and chiselled and his eyes were black. Not brown black but completely black. My gaze slipped to the two behind him and their eyes were the same. Maybe it was a Rat thing. The other two was different. For one, they were taller but not outrageously taller, maybe 5 ft 11 or maybe 6ft if I was pushing it. They had similar skinny build but not to the point that it looked lanky. However, I knew that underneath the black t-shirt and dark belted pants they all wore, it was all lean hard muscle. I knew there was strength in both of them âall wereanimals had uncanny strength.
The short guy spoke first. âAlaric and Kira.â
It was more of a statement than a question so I didnât respond but inclined my head. I didnât really like to talk to strangers, especially dangerous strangers so I much rather observe. To me, it was more effective and usually, it got shit done quicker. Most people didnât like silence and mistook it for awkwardness. I never did.
The guy wasnât one too and he looked us both over and something flickered in his eyes that I decided it wasâŠsatisfaction. Why? Satisfied we werenât threatening to the Alpha Rat? I didnât really know but the guy literally turned and looked at us over his shoulder. Ass.
âFollow me.â
We walked a few feet behind him and the other two waited for us to pass them so they followed us from behind. I kept a tight rein on control. I didnât like to feel or be trapped but I got it. I would have done the same if positions were reversed. I didnât mean I have to like it.
We walked through the tunnel and for one thing, the smell didnât get better. Then the guy stopped and turned to a flat wall. Like all the secret spy movies, a part of the wall we were standing in front of lifted. To say I wasnât impressed or even thought the whole idea of a secret door that magically lifted up wasnât cool would be complete and total bullshit. We all walked through and the door shut behind us. I knew this wasnât a part of the sewer system. First, it didnât stink and there wasnât shit everywhere. Second, it looked nice. We walked on patterned stone floors and I donât know how, but there was light ânot the fire-on-a-stick light but ceiling lights. It was nothing extravagant but light was light. My sight was doable at night without light but having light was easier.
The tunnel was basically a straight line and we ended up in front of a steel door with a little code-panel next to it. It felt like I was stepping into a steel safe and to some, it would have been overboard because through the tunnels alone, that shit would get you lost ânot to mention of never finding a secret door on some random sewer wall but they were wererates. Compared to a Pack of wolves or a Pride of lions, they would lose. That didnât mean if worst come to worse, you trap yourself in a secret safe and hope the bad guy would go away. There was no plan B. If the need to escape arose, the word screwed just didnât cover the situation.
We followed the Rat, passing several doors, which I was guessing rooms for the rat clan. Some even stopped and simply looked
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