Harlow smiled, flashing his fangs. “Your problem, human, is that I’m not a vampire.”
At least…he hoped he was his problem…Here…goes nothing, he thought as Foxx’s hold switched to the man’s shoulders, and he firmly turned the human so he was facing him straight on.
Staring into the man’s eyes, Harlow thought and…pushed his…will? Mainly thinking,let me in, let me in. No super sophisticated thoughts going on, he’d admit.
After a few moments, Harlow found himself rambling out loud as well. “Let me into your brain so we can get this fucking over with, because it’s weird to stare into someone’s eyes for this long, when I, in fact, want to punch them in the face.”
Brow raised, Foxx peeked around the man and giggled. “Well…it's not the most poetic way to hypnotize someone, but…it appears to have worked.” Foxx released the man and stepped to his side.
Harlow blinked, and realized the eyes he was staring into were now hazy and dazed. “Wow…can’t believe that fucking worked…”
Really…how did that fucking work? He literally big bad wolfed it. Life was…weird.
“Told you it was easy! Well, when there is no resistance, that is. And since he’s not a vampire, no resistance!”
“Fucking hell, apparently. Now I just…direct him?”
“Preferably just in your head, as it’s not really necessary to say it out loud. Just like you did to take over, push the commands at him.”
“Okay.”
Sighing, he did just that, pushing all he wanted the man to do in one thought, and…it worked. Just like that… What even…was his life…?
The man blinked, staring as if he didn’t see them, and pulled out his phone, dialing an apparently unsaved number. Both of them remained quiet as it rang, tensing when the person picked up.
“Therman Prickly reporting in. Authorization code, 668903.”
Therman?
“Report, Therman,” a voice said, one he recognized instantly—it was Maverick.
They shared a look. Foxx was smiling, while his expression remained neutral… Mainly as he was still kind of baffled this all had fucking worked.
“They are all dead.”
“WHAT?! Already?! How?! There’s been no news except for a report of a measly six werewolves dying! There should have been over a hundred of them! There's no way hunters could have taken them all out in a few hours! There hasn’t even been enough noise for them to have been called!”
“It appears those six were separated from the group at the time, but the rest had gathered together at their Alpha’s mansion. Someone must have realized what was happening. I found them locked in… The beasts tore each other apart. It’s a bloodbath inside.”
“Fucking useless animals!” Maverick growled, his voice a deep rumble at the end. “Barely any effort was needed on their part, yet they couldn’t even do the one task worth their measly existence right.”
Therman didn’t say anymore, he just kind of kept standing there staring blankly.
“Is there more?!” Maverick barked impatiently a few moments later.
Harlow, on realizing he hadn’t told him to actually end the call with his previous thought, quickly pushed the man to say whatever he normally would before ending a call with Maverick, while staying appropriate for the situation.
“The task is complete, even if it was a failure. What would you have me do now?”
The other man sighed. “Nothing. Hide… We can’t risk you being seen. You haven’t beenseen, have you?” Maverick asked harshly, his voice suspicious.
“No.”
Harlow pushed the lie past the man’s lips quickly. This mind control shit was harder than it looked. Like, the person wouldn’t do much beyond what you specifically told them to do. Which meant no intuitive thinking of any kind was happening.
“Good. Keep it that way. Now leave, as soon as possible. The risk of them connecting those six wolves back to this pack is high. I’m sure it’s only by God’s will that they haven’t already. I’ll be in touch soon before the next phase is set to begin.”
Luckily, he didn’t need to make the man say anything else…as Maverick hung up.
