Rafael was freshly showered when he stormed into the guest bedroom. His dark hair still dripping wet and his white shirt unbuttoned.

The guest room had been set up to keep the girl sedated until she fully recovered. It was also more comfortable than the surgery table and left less questions when his men came in with their injuries. The last thing he needed getting out was that the girl was still alive when he hadn't even visited the Germans yet.

"You're back quickly," Micah commented, not bothering to look up from the monitor. The continuous beeping was quickly switched off as Micah knew it agitated Rafael. It's not like he needed to monitor to heart if her heart was beating but rather it was used to keep a record.

"The French know nothing about the deal between Japanese and Germans. They're just a middle man, passing along the keys." Rafael ignored his comment.

His wolf had demanded he return to their home and since he stepped inside, the urge to shift had multiplied tenfolds. He didn't understand why that even the promise of visiting the lush forest that surrounded the home did no justice. This urge was something new.

"Excellent Sherlock, now why aren't you infiltrating the Germans as we speak?" Micah didn't drop the topic. He had noticed something off about his brother. His eyes were clouded and his figure tense. If spending thousands of years with his brothers had taught him something, it was how to understand when something was bothering him.

"I had to come home." Rafael continued to pace, he didn't understand what his wolf wanted. His behaviour was something that Rafael hadn't encountered in the thousands of years. Yes, he could be impulsive, but this was something more.

"And?" Micah continued to push, and Rafael knew there was no one else who would be able to come close to what he was feeling. After all, there was only three werewolves in the world and two of them were currently standing in the guest bedroom.

"I don't know, I just had to come home," Rafael replied, irritated. He automatically switched to his mother tongue, Greek, as he cursed softly at the feeling of restlessness.

"Do you need to shift?" Micah was calm. As someone who had practiced medicine for a few centuries now, he had to know how to keep his nerve.

"Yes. Right now," Rafael replied distracted. He was using most of his concentration to keep his wolf at bay.

"Well that's never stopped you before." Micah's words stripped away Rafael's last resistance. A powerful ripple went through his whole body. The pain was similar to a pin prick after having done this thousands of times. He shifted, leaving behind shreds of clothing. Micah watched cautiously, unsure of what the beast wanted. For all he knows, he could want to rip the girl to shreds.

The dark grey wolf stood proudly and strutted around Micah to the bed. He hopped onto the end of the bed with skilled precision and curled up.

"Well then," Micah muttered. Once again, Rafael's beast had done the unpredictable. The beast hasn't been a vicious but rather docile like a puppy.

The wolf snorted at Micah's comment and shut his eyes. He didn't care for what Micah did, he was at peace that the human had finally listened.

Micah made sure all the machines monitoring the girl were silent before he switched off the light and left the wolf guarding the girl. He pacified himself with the idea of Rafael's beast wanting to protect her after the condition he found her and nothing more. It wouldn't be the first time he had shown protective instincts, and probably wouldn't be the last. These occasions were just rare.

~*~

Micah walked in the next morning, which was only a few hours later to have Rafael growl at him. He stood in a protective stance and watched Micah until he came to his senses and realised that he was no threat. Micah was unfazed, having known that Rafael will forever not be a morning person. He simply checked the records of the girl and found her in a stable condition.

Rafael transformed back into a human. He grunted at Micah and strutted towards his bedroom in his birthday suit. The maids were sure in for an eyeful this morning, if they crossed paths with him.

Rafael rolled his shoulders back and slipped on a silk gown, tying it loosely. He decided to scan his reports. A empire isn't able to run itself for long, without a king, it would slowly erode to the ground.

Rafael would know.

He once let his empire run itself and it had cost him dearly. He would never make that mistake again.

A maid interrupted his thoughts as she brought in a full English breakfast. She blushed as she dropped the tray on his desk.

So innocent.

So pure.

How she crept into his dark world was unknown.

He wondered how red she would go if he stood up as she scurried away. He shook his head with a wolffish smile, that would be something to try for another day. After having lived for so long, Rafael would always find ways to satisfy any small curiosity he held. There were not many stones left for him to un-turn so he would always be searching for a new pebble to come ashore.

He checked his watch when he was finished getting dressed and eating. If he left now, he would be in time for his brunch meeting.

"Brother, I'm gone," Rafael called out to mansion.

"Be careful," Micah replied as per usual. Rafael rolled his eyes. What could a bunch of puny humans do to him anyway?

~*~

"Hello everyone, I see I'm in time for brunch." Rafael stood at the end of the table at ease. He had at least ten guns pointed at him, but made no move to defend himself. There were nine people dinning and five guards. Five of the people in the table were pointing weapons at him and the rest were clutching their knives tightly, ready to strike.

"Relax boys," the head of the table command. He was an old man. Rafael could recall doing business with his father or maybe grandfather. He wasn't too sure seeing as they looked the same and aged the same.

"So what's on the menu? I'm ravished."

"What's so powerful about him anyway?" A younger man spoke in German. The head of the table hushed him. He was smarter than the child to assume that Rafael didn't understand, despite his oblivious behaviour.

Instead he drank the glass of red wine laced with cyanid and enjoyed all the cute little expensive pastries. Everyone waited with baited breathes for him to drop dead, but what they didn't realise was that they weren't dealing with a human.

Once he was satisfied with their food. He wolf delighted by his treatment. A warm bed last night and today he was just keeping his belly full. This was the life to live.

Only one thing left to do.

Kill.

They had all let their guards down, so he was going to make their guards drop literally.

In the time it took for someone to chew a bite and wash it down with a little wine, those men's necks had been snapped and the door barracked.

A simple move.

Trap them, but also make them think that they've seen you at your most powerful.

A few choked on their wine.

"What is the meaning of this Lykos?"

"You've been misbehaving, a secret deal with the Japanese. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" Rafael traced the back of a chair, seeming uninterested.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He heartbeat sped up but on the outside he looked nonchalant to the whole revelation.

"I suppose I'll have to jog your memory. Who should I start with?" Rafael walked around the table, slowly brushing past each person. He listened to the sound of his heartbeat to see who would cause the most damaged. He stopped.

"What a pretty girl you are." Rafael stroked her blonde hair. She held a knife tightly in her left fist. It would be interesting to see if she actually had the guts to strike him.

"I think you would do wonderful in helping jog the memory in this room. Let's get rid of that amnesia." Rafael's hand trailed from her hair to her neck. He held it firmly. Not enough to cut of air supply, but enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

"So let's get back to the Japanese, and you can decide if this lovely little princess gets to live of die. Let's start with what they promised you." He watched the old man glance between the girl and him, starting to sweat a little bit. He tightened his hand, and the girls stared to gasp a little.

"Power. The promised me power, and way to get rid of you." The man looked between the girl and him frantically.

"Good, see now she can breath again," Rafael replied, loosening his grip. He was sure she was going to have hand marks around her neck.

"Next question, why did they send you a girl?"

"Is she alive?" The younger from before jumped, eager to know.

"Dead. Wrong answer." Rafael tightened his grip.  The girl gasped, struggling to breath properly.

"It was supposed to be a gift for my son, to solidify the alliance," he spoke cautiously, looking in Rafael's eyes the whole time.

"You're not telling me something." He tightening his grip some more. The girl chocked and stabbed him in the thigh at the same time.

Rafael laughed.

"That was cute, so I'll let you have a little oxygen, but try that again, and you won't need to worry about breathing. The dead never do," Rafael softly said, as if he was complimenting. His attention was solely on her, that he didn't expect the guy next to them to stand up and stab him in the neck.

Out of a reflex, Rafael tore the heart from the body. He threw the heart at the old man.

Someone was screaming.

Someone was always screaming.

They honestly needed to shut the fuck up.

"This is your only warning to clean up your mess or power will the last thing you'll ever have to worry about once I wipe out your whole family tree," Rafael threatened. He growled and stormed out the balcony window in which he had entered. He wanted to shower and get all those stupid blood off him as well are the cyanide out his system.

It was time to go home.

Rafael didn't get two steps into his own mansion before he collapsed to the ground.

~*~

Ancientt promised me a surprise :)