Chapter 37: _ Big Daddy Luis
I watched Axel stride toward the house, totally oblivious to his nemesis watching him.
"Enjoy your night, Axel," I muttered under my breath. "It might be one of your last."
Once he disappeared inside, I turned my attention back to the gates. The night stretched out before me and I couldn’t help but smile.
This was my time. My world. And tonight, someone was going to pay for Axel’s stupid rant this afternoon. For every time he came to bug and irk me out with his stupid rants, I’d make sure to hold someone up for him.
The prospect of what was about to happen next made my insides tickle. I stretched my hands in the air, blissfully taking in the cool breeze that carried whispers of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, and the faint noise of the pack settling for the night.
This was my time, the hour when the mundane folded in on itself, and my true self—true evil was unleashed.
I strode through the compound, invisible to everyone. The workers trudged off to their quarters, heads bowed with the weight of another day. Their chatter faded into the night as I made my way toward the outskirts.
This was my usual haunt, a place where the fringes of the pack territory blurred with the outside world—a perfect hunting ground for stray humans or wandering supernaturals foolish enough to cross into our land.
I knew my ways were considered evil, but I really was doing more good than Tomas himself. Killing off humans who weren’t supposed to trespass into our territory in the first place was the LAW itself.