A woman burst through the heavy wood door pushing brown curly hair behind her ear and her blue eyes focused on a man sitting on a chair in a rustic cabin room that was located at the front of the cabin-like apartments complex. 

"Titus we have a major problem," Primrose Goldman said, placing her hands on her hips then slipping them into the pockets of her low-rise jeans.

Titus Goldman turned around, his short brown hair disheveled and his brown eyes slightly narrowed. "Do not tell me a beta has gotten into trouble again for mocking me have they?" He asked in a deep voice.

Primrose rolled her eyes as if it was that simple. "No, it is way worse. You know that attack, ten years ago, on that family of four in that red SUV that you killed brutally and then pushed the car off the cliff and into the small riverine below?" 

Titus smiled fondly at the reelection. "Ah yes. The attack that made me the Alpha, was some of my best work. A little bloody but worth it. Ripping out the parents' spines and tearing them apart limb by limb was fun. Biting the children in their major arteries wasn't as fun, but I couldn't do what I did to their parents. That would be heartless. Besides, it was a full moon, a special time for me." He said, oddly calmly talking about a horrific crime he created.

Primrose rolled her eyes, waving him off. "Yeah, anyways just take a look at the news why don't you." She said grabbing the remote and turning on the tv, then turning it to the news channel and then turning up the volume.

On the TV, the news lady was talking about that case. "Breaking news, one of our sources says today, the youngest daughter of the Reagan family that had been killed in a brutal animal attack ten years ago was found alive. We don't know what happened to her all this time but if anyone has any information, you are urged to call the Elkins sheriff's department."

Titus slammed his fists down on the table and growled as his eyes glowed bright red. "How, how did she not die? Her brother bled out quite fast, so much blood from such a skinny body. But she, oh how she took much longer to die, watching her was fun. I watched her life snuff out slowly by slowly until she stopped breathing." He mused, smiling a little at the thought. 

Primrose shuttered at his memory of that fateful time. "You always had a soft spot for young children. So perhaps you made a mistake and didn't kill her. Perhaps the bite you gave turned her into one of us instead of killing her like her family. I don't know for sure but whatever reason she is alive." She simply suggested it as a possibility. 

Titus growled and slammed his hand into the table once again, but this time making the wood crack underneath his strength. "Just because you are my wife doesn't mean you have the right to speak to me like that. I know I made no mistakes or else I wouldn't have become the Alpha." He took a few deep breaths. "Perhaps someone helped her?"

Primrose pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned. "So you are going with the "someone helped her'' troupe? Maybe, unlike her family, she was special. And perhaps she could make a great addition to our pack, seeing as she is part of it since you did bite her and she is now a werewolf. She is part of your back whether she likes it or not since you're the Alpha." She tried to come up with a cure for the mess.

Titus sat back down and rubbed his cheek as he thought about it. "You do have a point. It takes practice to be able to fully shift and even then to control yourself during a full moon takes a lot of practice and restraint. She couldn't have survived out there all this time fully shifted without help or maybe there was something special about her."

He stood up and walked over to the window. "My father was a reckless leader and was too prideful to admit when he made a mistake. I will admit, I may have made a small miscalculation, but perhaps it is for our benefit. All he wanted was power and people to do his bidding for him so his hands stayed clean. It was a blessing that I ripped his throat out to finally shut him up" He smirked, recalling the memory.

The way he spoke sent chills down Primrose's spine as she saw his wicked grin grow on his lips. "Let's not talk about it like someone who won a lacrosse game." 

Titus ignored her words and rubbed his chin. "Hmm, now, back on the Taia Reagan subject: The only way we will find out is if we find her on a full moon and just talk with her. Perhaps say we are old family friends? Let her warm up to us and then take her under our wing? It sounds like a flawless plan." 

Primrose laughed, shaking her head amusingly. "Wait, flawless? What if she doesn't believe us? You seem to have all the answers. I doubt this girl will trust anyone and who knows, she may still faintly remember who murdered her family, or when she remembers or finds out, how do you think that will play out?" She sarcastically asked, knowing she made a fair point.

Titus shrugged his shoulders. "We'll just wing it, I suppose. She was young then, I doubt she will remember and no one knows I did that but you and me. I am surely not going to tell her that I killed her parents and I am sure you won't either, am I right?"

Primrose sarcastically laughed at his words, clapping her hands slowly. "Look at you, thinking winging it will work." She scoffed. "I have no plans telling anyone anything." She then got serious. "Perhaps you could give back the necklace her mother was wearing as well."

"I suppose I could part with the trinket." Titus stroked his chin. "I can see this sweet young girl being a natural. Sweet and innocent but a vicious killer like us. Those are the perfect ones to have. It just takes a little push to send her that way." He said walking back to his desk and sitting down.

Primrose placed her hand over her heart. "Like you. Not me." She then sighed, pitching the bridge of her nose. "One day those trinkets are going to come and kick you in the butt and you'll have only yourself to blame." She huffed, blowing some of her hair out of her face. 

Titus sighed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "I have those trinkets hidden deep underground in an old cabin still under my grandfather's name. The cabin has been abandoned for decades. The chances of someone finding that would be very slim." He explained, always making sure he covered all his bases. 

"The thing she needs is guidance from other werewolves, not How to Murder a Hundred Different Ways by Titus Goldman." Primrose commented mockingly, placing her hands on her hips. "You want to turn Taia into a bloodthirsty killing machine sounds exactly like what your father tried to do to your sister before -" 

Titus narrowed his eyes as they glowed red cutting her off. "Don't you bring her up again!" He snarled, digging his nails into the table, gritting his teeth as he continued to speak. "Her death was a mistake due to my father! My sister was a werewolf from birth, Taia is a werewolf from my attack! You can not compare the two!"

"Still an open wound huh? Well, sooner or later you will have to talk about her instead of pushing it so deep down that the pain turns to rage, which isn't a bad thing but it isn't good either." Primrose placed her hands in front of her, showing she meant no harm. 

Titus growled in annoyance at his wife's words. "You are pushing my patience." He forcefully spat through a clenched jaw, feeling his blood pressure rise.

Primrose glared at him then rolled her eyes. "Oh, sure I am. I just love to push your buttons! It's my favorite pastime. Whoo, pushing Titus buttons is my hobby. Seeing how far I can push him to the brink before he ruptures like a volcano is so much fun. How far can I push him today? Oh, let's just see? Blah, blah, blah." She mocked him in her best voice and a frowny face.

Titus groans, running a hand through his hair, he grabs a hold of a stapler and chucks it across the room, narrowly missing Primrose's head and embedding itself in the ball behind her. "Can you please just for once shut up instead of babbling on and on, getting sidetracked like an idiot." 

Primrose rolled her eyes, shifting her weight on her feet to the left side, switching her hand to the same side. She turned back to look at the stapler "That's it, I'm sighing you up to anger management again!" She exclaimed frustratedly.

"I don't need anger management," Titus gritted his teeth as he took a deep breath. "Do you know why you will never be an Alpha like I am?" He simply asked, with a little smirk.

Primrose furrowed her eyebrows as she tilted her head to the side. "What does that have to do with me babbling on and on about things?" She asked a little annoyed with her husband. 

Titus frowned, he was also annoyed with his wife. "Just answer the question." He chided, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Primrose sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. "Because I won't take any innocent lives or any lives for that matter because I don't believe in murder - what does that have to do with me babbling?" She asked, having no clue what either had to do with each other.

Titus smirked, amused with her answer. "Just reminding you of your place. You sometimes forget that a Luna is the equivalent of a Beta status" He simply said the way he said it just sent chills down your spine.

Primrose tried to comprehend what he had just said. "Forget it, I will let it go and figure out a better way to meet up with this Taia girl than some of my previous ideas." 

Titus stood up and handed her a pad of paper and a pencil. "Write down every idea and I will go over it later." He said, walking over to the door and opening it up with a smile, a fake smile that is.

Primrose looked down at the pad of paper and pen she had taken from him. "Do I look like I have the willpower to do all that for you? Maybe you should use that brain of yours and stop relying on me all the time." She said, jabbing the pen at him. 

Titus waved his hand around, dismissing what she said. "Primrose, do not push your limits with me. Do as I say now or else." He asked in a low voice, his eyes glowed red showing he was not messing around. 

Primrose put a hand on her hip after clipping the pen to the pad of paper. "Or what? You will put me in a time-out? Lock me in my room? Take away my privileges? You don't own me and when you get this through your thick head: you don't control me." She said walking past him.

Titus laughed deeply, it was more of a sarcastic laugh than anything. "I may not control you but I can add you to the list of unfortunate casualties if you keep trying to do what you are doing." He said in a sing/song type of voice, once again it would send chills down her spine.

Primrose placed her hands on the doorknob and turned it, pulling the door open. "When will you learn you don't scare me nor will you ever lay a hand on me but for, well, you know." She winked with a smirk as she pivoted on her heels and walked to the door slamming it behind her.

A teenage girl walked up to Primrose, her short shaggy black bangs falling just above her brown eyes. "Primrose, I couldn't help but overhear that Titus had made a small mistake and let one of the victims survive," Carla Vince said with a smirk on her lips, trying to be as sweet as she could.

Primrose turned around, looking the girl up and down. "Titus doesn't make mistakes so I would appreciate it if you wouldn't say things like that, Carla. If she did survive it was because she is special not because he made a mistake." 

"That is not what you said there." Carla chimed with a cheeky grin on her face. "Because if I heard you correctly, you said -"

Primrose placed a hand on her hip, holding the pad of paper to her chest in her other arm, cutting her off. "Is a Delta questioning Luna?" She asked, then sighed with a small smile. "You are just like your grandfather in pushing the boundaries."

Carla shrugged her shoulders, as she continued to smile. "He was a good teacher despite what Uncle Titus says. He might have been a little unorthodox, but nothing like Titus, and I mean in a good way." She tried not to sound sad.

Primrose wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze. "This is why you are my favorite niece, you are just like me which I couldn't be prouder of." 

Carla laughed and nudged her arm. "I am your only niece. You have been like a mother to me ever since my mom, your sister, disappeared without a trace. Titus is hell-bent on saying that Grandfather had something to do with it." She still wondered what happened. 

Primrose could tell it was still a touchy subject even if she never knew her mother. "Unfortunate as it may be, I just hope to know what happened. You were too young to remember that day we found out. If I find out anyone had anything to do with it I will personally deal with it myself and keep Titus out." 

Carla listened to what she had to say, she may have had a point. "Titus is in some ways like his father whether he likes to admit it. Seriously. Always yelling. Acts of rage. Uncontrollable tongue. The only thing he has that his father didn't is uncontrollable bloodthirst. I would never say it to him because everyone knows he is a loose cannon." She said in a sing/song voice.

Primrose sighed heavily, understanding that all too well. "He may be a loose cannon. That doesn't mean he is anything like his father. Yes, certain things about him seem to mirror his father but he is a much better leader. I mirror my mother in a few aspects but not entirely, although I am nothing like my father at all."

Carla rolled her eyes. "That is different, your parents aren't blood-thirsty werewolves who give us all a bad name. I am surprised people still think it is only animal attacks and not something supernatural." She mused, thinking it was quite comical in a way.

Primrose mulled over the words her niece had said. "Most people don't believe in the supernatural. They would rather believe the opposite than believe there are mythical creatures that are around. Even if it was true most wouldn't be able to comprehend." She explained, running her hands through her hair.

Carla nodded her head twirling her keys around her finger after she had pulled them from her pocket. "That is their fault for being so narrow and closed-minded." She looked up at her aunt. "So, do you want me to keep an eye on Taia?" 

"Yes, and report back to me first, not Titus no matter how much he presses." Primrose shoved her hands in her jean pockets. 

Carla sighed heavily, tipping her head backward and looking up at the slightly cloudy sky. "Yeah, I'll tell you first." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she kicked a few rocks with her boot. "

Primrose placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "You're least not causing any trouble or getting into fights anymore?" She asked, moving onto a different subject.

Carla rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "I only fought Devon because he was weird. He had that whole emo phase going on and I could hear him playing that awful emo music. Thankfully, he's grown out of that phase now so there is no need to fight him anymore." She innocently smiled jumping up onto a picnic table. "Now I need to go do my homework. See you at supper." She jumped down and hugged her aunt one last time before pulling away. "I love you." She waved and walked to her apartment.

Primrose watched her niece go into her apartment and smiled softly. 

She was glad she had one less person to worry about because her focus was now on figuring out how to handle the whole Taia Reagan situation. 

After all, she knew if Titus took care of it his way, it wasn't going to go well.

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Chapter Talk:
Now we meet our antagonist Titus, and Carla and Primrose who are morally gray characters. Titus and Primrose do have a toxic relationship, which isn't a good one but it is realistic considering they kinda mirror my parents relationship when they were together. Their relationship is not one you want, nor am I promoting or romanticizing it either. Living with someone who has anger issues isn't fun, believe me, and almost always, the other person has to find a way to deal with it. Like my mom use to shop a lot to deal with things, she doesn't anymore.

Thanks for reading!