* sinclair !
TO SAY THAT HIS LAST FEW shifts of patrol had been nothing but boring would be a damn understatement. he’d had one blip of excitement when aleksander’s advisor had nearly fallen to a pack of pups. . . & though it was very true sinclair was playing both sides of the little war they had going on between their forces — that fact didn’t stop his fangs from throbbing in his gums at the memory , or that his aquamarines weren’t brought to their iridescent glow in the humid , darkness of night. it’d been such a long time since he’d been forced to pull the trigger before then , & while he seemed to be outgrowing his need for bloodshed , it was still a want , nestled deep into his belly. but the most irritating thing about being forced to work long shifts alone , that were uneventful , was that he could be elsewhere. he could be curled up in satin sheets with zaiden , but no.
teeth came down on the inside of his cheek , chewing on it absentmindedly when the smell of wet dog wafted through his nostrils. he recognized it as one of the new lib pups , but couldn’t specify which one. a smirk pulled up at his lips — finally , some excitement.
he was silent as he crept around the corner & up on the brawly little lycan , tempted to hit him with a ‘boo’ , but losing the chance as he turned to notice him , far too late to defend himself if clair had the mind to attack. the smirk only grew as he prattled on. sinclair leaned in , his mirth obvious in his unsettling sea - green depths , ❝ hello. there , is that better ? ❞ he then pulled away , long frame dancing back a step with his natural grace. ❝ a little reckless of zac , to send you out on patrol alone , no ? & that fact aside , you suck at it. i got entirely too close before you noticed me. thirdly , does the liberation own brooklyn ? i thought a man was able to do his job without being harassed , but i’ve never claimed to be the smartest. . . ❞
DAMN , ARE ALL CORPSES THIS PRETENTIOUS ? the thought crosses gio’s mind before he can chew it up & swallow it down ; strong jaw flexes in a vague attempt at masking the muted scoff that threatens to spill past his lips before he clicks his tongue in disagreement. rumors rarely garnered much fact behind their salacious claims -- but even gio isn’t dense enough to ignore the glittering sliver of serrated truth that lingered behind the whisperings that rumbled through the pack’s underbelly. vampires were dangerous , true -- but death dealers were another brand of cruelty. there were two , sometimes three , names that were uttered with hushed fear -- sinclair , zaiden , and a vampire by the name of cal , with the first two being the blood-sworn coven’s finest machines of murder & carnage. gio had never had the misfortune of running into the one by the name of zaiden , his pack alpha’s mirror image from what the rumors seem to say -- but sinclair , he had seen a handful of times in passing.
the second-in-command of the coven’s mercenary forces played a dangerous game -- one that involved a fair share of treachery & back-stabbing to the establishment he supposedly served. zacharie’s designated liaison , or whatever other technical term remained attached to sinclair’s name , traversed in and out of pack territory at his leisure , it seems -- and though gio isn’t in the game of making decisions on behalf of his higher ups , he cannot help but wonder whether it’s smart to let someone so close to the king’s very right hand so deeply into liberation affairs. but then again , from what he can tell , zacharie doesn’t make the most capable of decisions , in general. full lips press together into a thing line as he attempts to swallow back the angry growl that continues to rumble within him.
❝ bro , i dunno about you , but i’m really not in the business of takin’ critique’s from a carcass. ❞ his tone is far less inflammatory than his words imply , sounding almost bone-tired in its affect as he levels clair with an unamused look. ❝ zac knows what i’m about. an’ i ain’t the type to tell the alpha what to do. ❞ it’s the truth , of course ; though , again , gio can’t help but wonder if the elder lycan’s judgment is the most trustworthy … but he supposes that’s a conversation for another time. ❝ usually , when you corpses come walkin’ through the outer boroughs , it’s to cause trouble. so call it a precautionary move , ❞ gio presses on before dark hues narrow suspiciously. ❝ you can’t take a walk out in manhattan , or whatever ? ❞
