Nothing out of the ordinary.

A young female wolf stood closely beside an older male. Never leaving his side. I could tell from a distance they shared similar features and carried themselves the same way. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were father and daughter.

It did take a genius to notice how her eyes always seemed to casually glance in a certain direction. How they always met the same pair of eyes of another alpha across the room.

They were familiar with each other. They had done this before.

The unnoticeable smirks they sent back and forth. The subtle hair flip with a hand on her hip. The way his eyes followed her every move. They did it in front of everyone, but no one was the wiser.

Except for me.

The father had almost caught her, but she played it off. Distracting him with another alpha that walked by.

I watched the male excuse himself from a conversation. He walked through the hoards of wolves, heading for the restrooms.

Instead of turning left to the boy's room, he went right. Opening a door that led to what would be an empty hallway.

I smirked as not even five minutes later the female too, excused herself and started making her way in the same direction.

I schooled my full-blown smile as I casually followed her.

Just when I knew she would, she turned right. Walking into the deserted hallway.

I leaned against the wall outside the door for a few minutes. Looking bored out of my mind, just like any teenager would who was dragged to this meeting.

When enough time had passed, I turned the knob and opened the door.

"Sorry, wrong door." I gasped at the sight, a blush spreading across my cheeks. The sound of my voice drowning out the sound of my camera.

The alpha and his lady friend jumped away from each other. She desperately straightened her dress, he rushed to fix the buttons on his shirt.

The sounds of growls could be heard, but the door was already clicking shut.

They both rushed out of the hallway. Searching for me to shut me up.

But I was already gone. Blended into the crowd of wolves. Away from their angry growls.

It wasn't hard to do when not too far away a crowd started to gather. I made a beeline for the group of wolves as my wolfy scent blended with theirs.

Excitement sparked through them. A light in their eyes.

I knew that look. The curiosity of violence.

I was very familiar with it.

My heart jumped slightly. Excitement coursed through my blood at the thought of some action. And maybe even some information while I was at it.

I weaved through the crowd, my small frame making it easier to get through the thick wolves.

The wolves were tall, I could barely see over their shoulders. Every once in awhile I would catch the flash of two bodies standing across from each other. I heard the insults flying back and forth.

They weren't fighting, but the buzz in the air suggested that peace wouldn't last for long.

I recognized a group that stood together around my age at the very front. Sons and daughters of Alpha's and Beta's who were dragged to the meeting even though they would never take their parent's thrones.

"What's going on?" I leaned into a female and her brother.

They didn't bother looking to see who they were speaking to. Their entire focus on the young males in front of them.

"Hopefully a fight."

I couldn't help but grin as I looked the two over. "Who are they?"

"Markus Kraden and Cassar Salvaterre."

I recognized both names.

I had never seen either of them, but it wasn't hard to figure out who was who.

One was older and bigger. He looked like a golden child. Brown hair that reminded me of a wooly mammoths with blue eyes. Perfection in the shape of one male, but he narrowed his eyes in a way that made me nervous. Perfect on the outside and rotten on the inside.

Markus Kraden had the kind of face that made me want to punch him. 

His father had been murdered in a rogue attack, now he was waiting a few years to take on the responsibilities of his pack.

For some reason, that didn't sit well with me.

Not to mention the rumour that he used the same knife to gut rogues that was used to gut his father. Personally, that kind of seemed like a red flag to me, but others loved it.

Dominance rolled off of him as he leered at his opponent. Looking down his nose at him.

Cassar Salvaterre was the opposite. He didn't give off the aura of perfection. One look at him and that was obvious.

His presence alone screamed bad apple. He had dark features. Dark grey hair that looked almost black. He was just as tall as Markus but his face gave away his youth.

It was not a secret that Cassar Salvaterre's father had unusual methods. Borderline insanity. In the past few years, the rumours had only gotten worse. It was only expected that Cassar would follow in his father's footsteps.

Which was a shame considering how powerful he was at such a young age.

The power of his own dominance almost doubling Markus'. And that was saying something considering Markus already had his Alpha title.

He too, had a face I wanted to punch.

I was starting to think that it was just male wolves in general that I wanted to punch.

The female I stood beside leaned closer to me, whispering. "They say Cassar might be the strongest creature in our generation. Maybe even ever."

"They also said that about Markus." I shrugged, analyzing him. "But I've seen better."

She looked at me like I was crazy before giving the two wolves her undivided attention.

A couple of years ago, Markus was the talk of the town. They said that with his pack and skill, he would be the most powerful Alpha in the Unknown World.

And then Cassar Salvaterre shifted for the first time.

For years, creatures had been saying that Cassar might be stronger than anyone could imagine. Already at such a young age, he held more power than full-grown Alpha's had in their entire life. He not only had the power, but the brains and strength.

Not to mention Viribus was the largest pack in the Unknown World.

I thought it was a bunch of hogwash.

Apparently, if a wolf kills a couple of bad guys, that makes everyone want to bow down to him.

Well, either bow or kill. It was a fifty fifty at this point.

"I hope Markus kicks his ass." A wolf grumbled.

"Me too." Another said. "Get rid of him before he has the chance to cause any more damage like his father."

I listened to the rumours, watching the male's exchange words.

"Did you hear that a couple of weeks ago Cassar Salvaterre got so mad he burnt half his territory down to make the wolves in his pack suffer."

Their jaws dropped. "No way."

"He's crazy just like his old man."

Cassar Salvaterre wasn't listening to what they had to say though. His focus was only on Markus. He was too busy inspecting his opponent for a weak spot, in case a fight did break out.

"Be careful everyone," Markus told the wolves that watched, concern etched on his face. "You never know when he will finally snap and completely join his father."

Cassar Salvaterre clenched his fists, eyes narrowing, but still, he didn't say anything.

"Insanity runs in his veins." He called to everyone, edging them to get away from a savage beast called Cassar Salvaterre. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of him."

I would love it if someone got hurt because of him. It makes things a lot more interesting. 

"I feel bad for the Viribus Pack," Markus said. "First they have to deal with an Insane Alpha, and then they get round two with you. Hopefully, your kid won't turn out to be as crazy as you. Unless your pack kills you first."

Cassar Salvaterre raised a brow. "Again, where is your Alpha?"

The crowd winced together.

"I wonder how your mate will feel when she finds out she has been bonded to you. If you are given one." Markus looked at him sympathetically.

I felt bad for both of their mates.

Cassar's eyes glowed with more intensity than what I thought was possible as he raised a brow, his dominance growing as wolves around us dipped their heads. "You want to talk about mates?"

Markus Kraden's perfect grin wavered. The look he gave Cassar was the kind when your enemy new your deepest darkest secret.

That was interesting.

They looked at each other with anger and resentment. Their bodies shaking, both begging for the chance to tear the other apart. Limb from limb.

But then a light went off in Markus'. He leaned back and that perfect smile was back.

It was sinister.

"Your mate's hatred for you will be so strong it will make her sick to the point of death. Just like your mother. How does it feel that you and your father's insanity killed your mother?"

I felt the snap. Markus had said the words that had Cassar propelling towards him, fists clenched and a growl so deep I felt it in my bones.

I jumped to the balls of my feet in anticipation with the rest of the crowd.

An older male grabbed Cassar by the shoulders. A younger wolf stepped between Cassar and Markus. The two of them struggled to keep Cassar Salvaterre from attacking.

Stopping the fight before it started.

They whispered in hushed tones, trying to calm the raging wolf down.

The crowd groaned in disappointment as Cassar Salvaterre was led away from Markus Kraden.

Markus chuckled at Cassar as if he was a baby throwing a tantrum, but I saw the bead of sweat trickle down Markus' temple.

Markus Kraden might have been older, but the question of who was stronger was still debatable.

***

Boredom ate at my insides. I could feel my brain become mush with every passing second.

I was tempted just to bash my head into a wall to provide some sort of entertainment.

Two females kept their heads close together as they gossiped about the wolves in the room.

They were small, menial things. Nothing that I and the rest of the unknown world didn't already know.

But it did give me an idea.

I could hear my father screaming at me not to do it, but it just made me want to do it more.

After all, the photos I had taken were for blackmail purposes only, but it's not like I was going to tell him.

The closest thing to entertainment this whole weekend was a fight that didn't even happen. I would blame those two dopey males for not having the balls to fight.

If Markus Kraden and Cassar Salvaterre had fought, I probably wouldn't be this desperate for some entertainment.

it was all their fault.

One way to make someone think I was their friend, act like their friend. Pretend like I had known them my whole life.

The females gave me a strange look when I pushed my head between theirs.

"Do you want to know what I heard." I giggled, hoping others nearby could listen too.