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Red Moon: Revolution: Chapter 24

Rights were read and a phone call given. Erika called home, but no one answered so she left a message explaining that she had been arrested and had been taken to the local police station where she would wait for him if she could.

Once that was done, her belongings which was just her purse and its benign contents were processed before she was led to a holding cell. She tried asking the officers, who were very respectful and courteous the entire time, if they knew what was going on. Why they had arrested her, but they didn't know. The simply answered that they were following orders and that they had been ordered to follow through on a warrant that had been issued on her from someone above their pay grades. She didn't ask for anything else since she already had an idea of what was going on.

There was no way to hide it. She could have fled easily, left the country, gone back home to the states and live out a long life. They would hunt for her, but the Coordinator was a perfectionist, he would have made sure that this, her last assignment, would never come back and bite her. She hadn't taken it and she was hoping that Sergei's love for her would come through, that he would side with her even against his own kind.

Sergei had been an outlier, he was brought into the life of the werewolves against his will. That was there in his file, which contained the little that was known about him. He was once a German soldier, proud, brave with high marks and a talent for sharpshooting. He went missing and was assumed dead at the Battle of Stalingrad. No, he had been injured by one of them, mortally, but the blood of the werewolf had taken hold before he was truly dead and for seventy years, he had to deal with the fact that he lived while so many of his countrymen died. He was resentful for his life and the Coordinator knew that, which was why Erika had been sent to seduce him and she had, but it was a double edged blade.

Sergei was caring, a man with a whole in his heart that needed to be filled and the hole turned out to be just the right shape for Erika to fit snugly into. He worshiped her as a good husband should, but he didn't smother her with his needs. He respected her and cared for her even though initially she had cared for him when he was unable to move around himself with only one arm and one leg. That didn't stop him, he worked hard to attain as normal a life as possible which was why he didn't answer the call. He had taken a liking to short walks around the block to exercise his muscles and to get some freedom. He would be back soon and would get her message.

"Here you go." An officer came up to the cell with a tray that had a chicken sandwich and a glass of water from the tap. It's not much, but it'll be enough until I can get a line through to my supervisor.

Erika got up from the bench she had been sitting on in the only holding cell. There wasn't much crime in the city so she was the only one at the station along with the officers that were working and even if she wasn't she imagined that they would have moved her somewhere more temporary. They were treating her as if there had been a mistake with no idea that if she wanted to, she cold kill them all.

Being a field agent was dangerous in the world of werewolves. She had to be able to defend herself and be tactful which meant many self defense and martial arts class. She could easily surprise the guard, pulling his wrists through the bars until his face smashed into the steel door where she would dislocated it and proceed to pull his keys and then his gun off of his belt. It would almost be second nature to her.

Erika reached out and took the tray with a smile that made the officer tip his hat. "Danken." She said and the officer nodded.

"I don't know why there would be a warrant for you." The officer leaned against the cell door and rested his hand on his belt. "I ran your name through the system and you're clean except for a single parking ticket several months ago that you already paid." He chuckled. "I personally think that there was some sort of a mix up, a pretty you lady like you shouldn't be in a place like this." He looked over to her for a moment before setting his eyes back to the blank wall ahead of him.

"Mistakes happen." Erik shrugged her shoulders and sat back down on the hard bench. She set the tray down without touching the food. She wasn't hungry or thirsty, she was worried. The police were just a way to get her without making a scene. She was confident that the werewolves were coming to pick her up very soon. She just hoped that Sergei could get here faster. This was one of many moments where she cursed his disability, no matter how cute it was to watch him adamantly refuse help, saying that he could get the jar of peanut butter open with one hand by himself.

"And I'll make sure that this one gets fixed fast." The officer pushed himself off the cell door. "I'll try calling again." He walked to go make his phone call and left Erika to just wait for her true captors to arrive to pick up their bounty and she didn't have to wait long.

There was arguing coming from somewhere in the station. The officer that had brought her the tray of food, still untouched, was raising his voice at someone not five minutes after leaving. Erika got up to the cell door and pressed her face against it, trying to see down the hall and into the rest of the station, but the door was closed and windowless.

The arguing continued as another voice, this one much deeper and angrier joined in and then there was silence. The door shook and was opened by the officer who looked pale and shaken. He walked in and was followed by a very large man and a smaller man who had a toothy grin on his face when he saw her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." The officer said and pulled his key ring from his belt. "I guess there was no mistake." He sighed as he flipped from one key to another, in no rush. "These gentlemen here have been assigned to escort you somewhere else that they continue to decline to disclose."

"It's none of your business where were take Mrs. Lehman." The larger man growled and crossed his arms. He glanced occasionally at Erika, but was mostly watching the officer who was taking his sweet time. "This is a matter that the city police do not need to concern themselves with. Can you hurry up?" He tapped his foot. "We're in a rush."

"I'm moving." The officer said without speeding up. He held up the right key and slid it into the lock.

"Now you're not going to run, are you?" The smaller man snickered. He was daring her and she knew it, but she wasn't going to take the bait. She could see it in their eyes, especially the larger one's. There was a sort of blood lust there, they wanted her dead and she didn't blame them. Bombs were messy business and she was sure she had killed some of his friends, but they, their bosses, wanted her alive so their revenge was postponed and she wasn't going to give them any reason to kill her.

"I won't resist." She answered truthfully and the door was opened where the officer reluctantly turned her over to the two men. There were no cuffs and they didn't touch her. She continued to think that it was because they were giving her every opportunity to run, but it was actually because the man, a werewolf, Vasili, didn't believe that he could stop himself from tearing her apart with his own hands if he even touched her.

Vasili was no ordinary werewolf, he was respected by all and even feared by those that really knew him because he was an afflicted werewolf, one that had been touched by the blood moon and had retained his identity, but at a price. The blood moon was something pretty to look and and look forward to for the common man, but it was a plague for werewolves. Something about it drive them mad when exposed to its direct light and Vasili, years upon years ago, had been unlucky enough to be exposed once and for several days, he was nothing but a feral beast with a hungers that was insatiable. He was lucky though, there was no one around for him to hurt and his exposure was slight enough that he regained himself, but he was still Touched. Dark thoughts ever crept the back of his mind and there was always that hunger to kill.

Now he watched his prey, the prey that he wanted to let lose and hunt down. He wanted to tear her apart and feel her blood run down his throat, hear her screams. The thought sent shivers down his spine, but he didn't act on it, they needed her alive for whatever information that she may have. She came form somewhere within the failing Inquisition and both Brennan and the Alpha wanted to know where before judgment was passed onto her and he intended to be the executioner.

He led her to the car that he and Arden had used. It was Arden's, small enough for the smaller wolf, but it left the larger wolf hunched over. He put Erika in the passenger seat while he took up the entire back side.

They rode in silence back to the New Inquisition's offices where Erika was led inside and down, very far down into the depths of the building into more Cold War bunker networks where she was left in a storage room under guard by two werewolves who would also have loved to see her dead, but not as much as Vasili, no one matched Vasili's blood lust.

"Good to see that this went smoothly." The Alpha congratulated Vasili on getting the Inquisition agent back to them unharmed.

"She didn't resist." Vasili snorted as they rode the elevator back up to the actual offices that they public saw. "She's smart, but not smart enough to run while we still didn't know it was her."

The Alpha rubbed his chin. "Peculiar of her. I wonder what keeps her here. Maybe Sergei?"

Vasili was no romantic, he lived by the claw, having been born into a world of violence, the son of a packless werewolf who had been hunted by those who she owed debts to. When he was born, he was abandoned and had to fend for himself for years as a street urchin before he was chanced upon by The Alpha and taken in. He would be forever grateful for that, though he also found himself doubting the older wolf who was often compassionate. Vasili saw it as a weakness.

"That foolish man?" He rolled his neck. "Why would she stay for him, he's a cripple, barely able to operate."

It irked The Alpha to hear Vasili speak like this. It was no secret that Vasili and Sergei disliked each other. Vasili saw Sergei as weak and incapable since he was unwilling to completely join the pack, he was always distant. Likewise, Sergei blamed Vasili for what he did to him. It was Vasili who had turned Sergei into a werewolf when he had come across the German invader in the bomber out building and gotten a face full of bullets, but not before he had torn into the man with his teeth.

"People have their reasons." The Alpha said and sighed. It got him thinking about Dmitri and Trevor and their relationship. It had been on his mind more and more in the past days. They were on their way back and he would have to confront Dmitri about it soon. There was no continuing the bloodline of pure werewolves. Pure blooded werewolves were on the decline, had been since the Crusades and since only pure blooded werewolves could successfully mate, every single mating couple was important, but Dmitri had committed himself to another male, a hybrid male. He would never try and separate the two, it was against the rules of the pack to separate mates. The rule had been made to keep a mating couple together with nothing in mind about a homosexual relationship since such a thing was unthinkable when the rules were made, but Dmitri was part of the pack so the rules applied to him.

"I suppose." Vasili replied and the elevator door opened where a very angry cripple waited for them.

"Give here back!" Sergei hobbled towards them. He had gone to the station as soon as he could when he had gotten the message only to be told that she was gone. The officer was compliant after he had lifted him up by his collar with his one good arm two feet off of the ground. The description of the men that had been given fitted Vasili and his sidekick Arden perfectly and so Sergei had gone straight here where he then waited. "You can't take her from me, not after you took everything else."

He was crying. He had lost so many friends at Stalingrad, so many had been marched to Siberia where they died and he couldn't live with the idea of losing more when he had just gotten a semblance of normalcy back in his life.

Vasili watched in amusement as Sergei closed the distances on his fake leg.

"You would try and take her back?" Vasili laughed, ignoring that others were watching now. They were in a part of the building that was only manned by New Inquisition, so no secrets were at stake, but it still made for an uncomfortable scene for those around the three werewolves. "She is a murder."

"She's my wife." He stopped. He wanted to hit Vasili so much and wipe that smug look of his face, but it would be futile. In his current state, even pups would be able to dance circles around him. "My mate. Can you not respect that?"

"Do you know what she had done, Sergei?" The Alpha asked. "You realize that she is responsible for the bombing."

Sergei looked at The Alpha. "Not Erika. Not my Erika."

"We have street camera footage to prove it." The Alpha did his best to sound sincere. "She's not who you think she is."

"You don't know that." Sergei was losing strength in his legs. "I know her." He gripped his head in his hand. "I married her."

"She used you." Vasili said triumphantly.

Sergei glared at him. "If she was using me..." He looked Vasili right in the eyes. "Then why would she be carrying my unborn child?"