Chapter 9

Think about what the rogues would say if they knew what a massive catch they had on me! Of course, I will not be accepting it soon. If I accept this role, I am the future queen of the wolves. Then again, I run out on him. He probably has a chosen mate at hand. That's fine with me.

I bang on the cell door and call for the guard to come. His teeth are yellow and brown, and his breath smells like a butt. The rogue seems to have one missing eye, an eye patch can be.

The filthy rogue, who is a little overconfident approaches my cell. "You are such a pretty she-wolf, feisty too, you would give me strong healthy pups." He says while playing with a strand of my hair. I recoil at his touch. Grabbing onto my sash and ripping it from my dress.

I tie the sash around his neck before he can notice what I am doing and yank his head closer to me. "Don't you ever touch anything on my body again! Give me the keys!" The rogue stays silent. "Would you rather die Rogue? Believe me, it would give me great pleasure to give you a slow, agonizing death." Choking the sash tighter around his neck, the rogue gives in and gets the keys from his pocket.

Once I have the keys, I tighten the hold until he passes out. Opening the cell, I drag the rogue into the cell. Gagging him with my sash, leaving him in the cell to rot for all I care.

Once I open the cell for his little sister, it fills me with tears. It is inhumane of those rogues to have her with her shirt off and leave her with scars of blood. My brother picks her up gently and follows me. As I look, I notice a desk where the rogue used to sit. My search for our phones leads me to a locked drawer at the bottom right of the desk. I walk away with the phones after taking them.

When I realize we are not the only wolves being held by these rogues, I start unlocking all the cells, releasing each prisoner, and urging them to hurry. The move is two-fold; one, it is a way to help the prisoners; and two, it is a strategic move; instead of concentrating on catching us, they have a whole dungeon full of wolves they are going to have to capture.

There are weapons on the walls; I grab a knife, and my brother grabs a crossbow. As we climb up some stairs leading to a door, we are part of a larger group. As we lightly press the door, we see it leads to the outside. We are all in an underground bunker.

They nestle us in thick woods. One can't see if there are any cabins anywhere. Whispering to Colt, "Listen take her into the trees, maybe perch up on a brand so if you need to use the crossbow you would have a better tactical advantage. I am best with my fighting skills and a knife.”

Colt –

"Clair, you understand I am an Alpha. Right?"

Clair –

"I don't want you to feel hurt by me taking over. Believe me, there is no intent to denigrate your title, but I am also an Alpha and don't forget it!"

I notice several of the other prisoners are doing the same as I am; we are searching in the woods, possibly for an ambush. I kneel and just listen. Due to my heightened senses as a wolf, I smell something a little off. I don't know what to make of the scent. We have a lot of prisoners' scents, but this isn't one of them.

I follow my nose and come across something rancid and swarming with flies; I look closer. As soon as my eyes focus on what I am looking at, I turn and vomit. These are werewolves, people chop into chunks and heap high.

Pulling myself together, I see something out of the corner of my eye hiding behind a bush. I tiptoe, staying off the balls of my feet, ever so cautiously as not to let the rogue know I am headed his way.

Sneaking up behind him, I take my knife and stick it in his neck ever so slightly. "Tell me rogue, where are the rest of you?”

The Rogue laughs, "Like I would tell you.”

Clair –

"That isn't nice of you, you see my pack look at me as crazy. I am not some little she-wolf that needs to be saved. I have no problem killing." I take my knife and stab in his thigh. He screams out in pain.

"No threshold for pain, huh, rogue? Let's make your thighs a pair." I stab the rogue in the other thigh and twist the blade. The rogue screams again in pain. This time, I am taking the dagger straight to his groin, "I concede, the bodies over there are from packs we have killed. The stench from the bodies is to warn people not to come into this area."

I throw the knife into the ground right between his legs. The rogue jumps and I laugh, "Why are you kidnapping me and others?”

"We want our Alpha back! Alpha Cameron has taken him hostage."

I laugh, "You realize why Rogues are called Rogues, is because they are pack-less for whatever reason. Right?"

The Rogue spits towards me, "Many rogues are not rogue because they want to be rogues. Pack politics suck, if you are not in the Alpha's little circle, things are way different. You wouldn't have a clue what it is like not in the Alpha's circle. Things aren't fair, and the lower you are in the pack, the more you are mistreated. Who needs that? Therefore, I would rather be a rogue."

While I am thinking about what the rogue has said, I don't believe that any rogue should be free to kidnap and kill people with no consequences.

I kick his leg and spat on the ground, "even if all of that was true, it doesn't give you free territory to kill people savagely." I point over to the pile of severed people's bodies in a putrid heap.

"Where are you buddies right now?" I glare at the Rogue.

We are sending pictures of you passed out and in our care to your pack, Alpha, with demands for the rogues your pack has in their dungeons."

Before he can react, I get behind the rogue once more. Putting him in a sleeper hold and knocking him out.

I tie the rogue up in various fisher knots. Then I have my brother de-pants the rogue down to his boxers. Throwing the rogue's clothes amongst the pile of dead bodies.

I smile and state, "There, that will slow things down for the rogue.”

Conrad –

"I cannot believe those rogues did this to my little sister. I need to get her to a pack doctor." The rogues had beaten her to unconsciousness, and she was still without a shirt and covered with wounds. He holds her as she passed out from the beatings. He sheds tears as he cries because he can not stop them from hurting her, and she trusts him to protect her.

Clair –

"I am guessing we are deep into the forest, and I know my regular cell phone doesn't have reception. How about your phone?"

Colt –

"Nah, same as your phone. No reception.”

Claire –

Thanks to my unfortunate luck, the burner phone will work, but let's give it a shot. Let's hope for your sister's sake that fate hates me.

He stares at Clair as if she is talking gibberish.

Clare picks up the flip phone and uses the touch pad to dial the only number pre-programmed into that phone.

The phone rings out into the world from deep in the forest. What are the odds?

On the other end of the phone, I hear a stern voice from my mate.