The Moon Goddess' Chosen

Chapter 352

352 Deadly Duo

The two new customers carried on like there was nothing happening. When Carla tried, she found that the glasses they were wearing were nearly impenetrable to the naked eye. Even with her enhanced sight as a werewolf, there was nothing she could glean from the other side of the dark shades. ‘I don’t think I want to look them in the eye,’ she averted her gaze.

Thankfully, they acted as though they hadn’t noticed her staring.

“Don’t listen to his drivel. My nephew tends to let his mouth get the better of him,” the older man responded, nonchalantly.

“Your... um, nephew sounds like a delight. You can’t get bored with him around,” the woman responded nervously. For once, she wished her customers had made their orders to go or something that shortened their stay at the inn.

“Yes, he’s one of the sharpest tools in the shed. I wouldn’t call him a delight though,” the man smirked, avoiding eye contact with the boy. ‘Are they arguing?’

Sadly, the tense air around them didn’t allow for such casual thoughts. Carla was still very much afraid of these new arrivals, “What brings you to this part of the Sirius empire? I don’t think I’ve seen you around,” Carla asked them before turning to get their orders.

“We don’t intend to stay in this small washed-up neighbourhood for too long. We just need to find a little bunny that’s gone missing. I’m sure you might have seen her pass through. After all, you do know every face in this town,” they held out a sketch for her to see. Surely enough, the woman’s face faltered before she expertly replaced her smile. If it had been anyone else, they probably would have missed this.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve seen that one,” the woman replied.

“You know, Samson. It could be that your drawing was a little inaccurate,” Benji suggested with a hint of sarcasm.

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“My drawings are always perfect, Benji. It’s something his majesty agreed on as well. Besides, Carla...” in a more serious tone, “Your heart skipped a beat.” Samson tucked the paper back into his pocket.

His hand, swift as lightning, grabbed the back of the woman’s head and brought it crashing down on the counter and bouncing back with a loud thud. Carla’s hands flew to her bleeding nose, finally catching up to the whirlwind of motions that had just happened.

It had happened so fast that the moment she hit the table felt more like imagination than reality in her head. Her body had been relaxed the whole way, giving no resistance to the man’s quick movements. This man was bad news.

The woman took a step only to bump into someone. Short as he was, Benji was immovable. The little boy groaned in disappointment, “Samson, can we switch places? Guard duty isn’t meant for me. All I get to see is this woman’s rump. You, on the other hand, would love this very much.”

“Try getting serious for once in your life, Benji,” Samson pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing the futility of trying to reason with the boy. His face turned serious once more, “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?”

“Hey, that’s not any way to treat a lady,” a man’s voice intervened, “Let her go.” Samson’s fingers twitched in frustration as he turned around to take a look at the man standing up for the woman. His eyes burned a bright green with anger at what he had just done to Carla.

“I hate hero-type wannabes. You’re not even powerful enough to lick the Perfect Warrior’s boot and stand in front of me... Confident, brimming with self-righteousness... As if there is anything you know about what I’m doing. Carla... You’re going to tell me where that woman in the picture is... or else I’ll slaughter every last werewolf in this inn.”

“Don’t tell him a thing, Carla. You don’t get to walk in here and make demands like you own the place,” another stood up. All the other men in the inn followed his cue and stood to defend the innkeeper.

“It’s pitiful watching insects stand up for one another,” Samson exclaimed before turning into a blur of motion. Moments later, the ripping of tissue and crunching of bone rang clear through the inn.

Gasps rippled through the room as everyone that finally managed to catch up to his movements witnessed a scene of a man with his hand plunged into the delta’s chest. The man that had spoken up first coughed out a multitude of blood, clutching the arm that held him up helplessly, “You’re making my outfit dirty.” With that, Samson flung the man across the room allowing everyone in the room to take in the lifeless corpse that had only taken him less than ten seconds to kill.

“I’ll talk. I did see her.,” the woman screamed, giving up all efforts to resist Samson. She’d already lost one customer and a dear friend. The woman she’d tried to defend was not even worth that much to her, to begin with. However, keeping quiet would only get more of her friends killed and she didn’t want that. She’d already seen enough.

“Finally, one of you with brains that work,” Benji commented from behind her.

Thinking back on it now, she had never noticed the boy get behind her in the first place. He’d moved so fast when the man slammed her head on the counter that she had never perceived his movements.

During the time that the man had slammed her head on the counter, the boy had ghosted to the back of the counter without anyone noticing. That should have been an indicator enough for her, but it hadn’t been. Probably because the boy had distracted her with his inappropriate words.

No, that had also been the moment when the delta had chosen to stand up for her. It wasn’t that they hadn’t caught up to how dangerous these two were, they’d simply wanted to do something to put an end to their silent oppression... which had been a miscalculation on their part, “I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt,” Carla pleaded.

This pair was in a league of its own... One that none of them could begin to comprehend.