Chapter 2: Silent Stalker

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Walking down the quiet alleyway of the French Quarter, listening to the varieties of Blues Jazz echo seductively off the cobblestone ground as I examined the surroundings, before Mardi Gras kicked into full swing in two days.

Images of my gorgeous Red Head, sprawled out on the king-sized bed of my secluded cabin in the Alaskan Mountains had my groin aching deeply as the mixture of alcohols, wafted through the approaching Louisiana night sky.

“Why do we have to wait?” Storm my wolf, growled deeply as a visibly intoxicated couple tumbled into the alleyway, making out against the brick wall.

“She has to be eighteen, but don’t worry, we will have our taste testing.” I replied darkly as I walked slowly past the couple, moaning and grunting, flipping the hood up from my custom Biker jacket.

Stepping silently out onto Bourbon Street as I scanned around for a decent bar to maintain my watch over my “Princess”, finding one not to far from the Bourbon Hotel. The soft twang of the classic Blues echoed nicely off the cathedral styled ceiling as I sat down at the bar, highlighted by changing LED lights, featuring old Blues Memorabilia.

“W’at ya havin sweets?” The heavy southern accented bartender asked as she hustled a few more customers for shots of whiskey.

“Top-shelf whiskey, triple.” I spoke coldly as I scanned the street that was now filling up with early Mardi Gras party goers.

“H’re ya go sweets. Twelve bucks.” She spoke as I watched her trembling hand, pour my triple shot of whiskey, setting down a twenty waving to her to keep the change as I downed the triple shot in one gulp.

Pointing to a Miller Lite bottle in the cooler, handing her another twenty, while she popped the cap, slamming the bottle on the bar top as I walked outside, leaning against the bead stricken balcony overhang, watching closely as the lights came to life in the Bourbon Hotel as our little entourage settled into their rooms for the week of festivities.

Most likely the girls would take the top floor as the brothers would take the lower floor, so they could still guard their sister, and cousins, even though they had their own plans of fun.

“Look!” Storm growled purred as my Red Spit fire emerged onto the balcony, laughing, leaning over to check the view they would have of the Bourbon Street party.

Her beautiful smile seemed to suck me into her light like a bug drawn to a lightbulb, wanting to be close, but so far away at the same time. Not to mention, I have been following the family closely, since Alpha Jack and Mei took over as the Lycan Royals, which I am more than happy they took that role.

It is bad enough I am the product of that evil, sadistic prick Victor, my poor mother was collateral damage after Adalwolfa disappeared. Mom was shocked to say, when I showed up out of the blue in the Vampire Kingdom.

Stepping into the dress boutique with the attached baby store in the back as I scanned around, taking in the beautiful hand-crafted gowns displayed on mannequins and velvet covered hangers.

“What can I …” Mom stopped mid-step, when her eyes landed on my tall lean figure as I stood in the doorway holding her favorite Blue Irises in hand.

Her eyes tearing up as she darted into my arms, hugging me with the last of her aging strength, which for a Hundred and seventy-five-year-old woman was strong as fuck. One thing, when a werewolf gives birth to a vampire hybrid, they gain the trait of long-life, aging slowly, so she only looked to be maybe a fine late-fifties gal.

“Byron what are you doing here?” She asked as she pulled my hand to follow her into the back room with the fitting rooms.

“First, I can’t see my mother.” I asked stated mockingly as I perked a brow at her.

“Of course, but usually you call me, so we can meet somewhere outside of the Kingdom.” She rebutted as she poured us two whiskeys as she sat in front of me smiling like a shining star.

“Word got to me that things have changed lately.” I spoke as I leaned back, grabbing the crystal vase, changing the flowers out with the Irises I knew she would love.

“Yes, a lot has changed indeed.” She smiled as she took a deep whiff of the irises looking up to me slowly with her dull jade eyes.

“Byron you are not here to start trouble, are you?” She asked as she watched my facial expression harden as I thought about everything that has occurred.

“No, I just wanted to make sure what I heard was true and see my beautiful mother.” I responded softly as I cupped her cheek in my hand, stroking her soft skin with my thumb.

“You know about her?” My mother spoke as I froze solid starring at her perplexed expression.

“Yes, I had a dream.” I replied as I looked at her facial expression change to worry.

“Mei and Lexi are Azalea’s children, and it so happens that the little girl you dreamt about is Mei’s daughter to Seth Whitetail, her other mate, along with Max Silvermoon and King Jack Rockwell.” My mother spoke with a prideful expression.

“Yes, I know the situation, and until her eighteenth birthday I will remain in the shadows, unless I have to make myself known.” I reassured my mother as Storm stirred angrily in the shadows.

“Thank you, Byron.” My mother replied as she smiled at me with that sweetness she always had even after being violated.

Laughter pulled me from memory lane as I saw the group of Rockwell siblings, sauntering down Bourbon Street. Azalea had her arms hooked with Celia and Astoria as the brothers eyed a few girls, barely covered by the tube tops and daisy duke shorts as they giggled drunkenly past the group.

Thankfully, the majority of N’ Orleans was owned or managed by supernatural creatures.

This city was a beacon for all kinds of crazy nightmare inducing shit!

“Come on we have a table reserved at “Saints and Sinners”.” Nikola laughed lightly as he draped his arms over Micah and Akai’s shoulders as I slowly followed behind, enough to still hear over the loud echo of the multiple bars coming to life with loud patrons and music.