Rowan stared at the dark sky. The water around him a dark red from his blood. Rowan laughed as blood trickled down his chin. They got him good, all of them. What a way to send off their alpha. Death was coming for him. Dark clouds gathered together in the sky. Fat raindrops pelted down hitting him in the face. Rowan smirked. A fitting death for a coward like himself. A fitting end for someone who thought the world was his oyster. He stretched a hand to the sky.
“Come and get me,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Come and take me to join my father!”
Rowan’s consciousness slipped away from him. Down the dark tunnel, he’d go. No one to miss him and no one to give a shit if he passed. Hell, maybe his old man would be waiting for him on the other side and maybe not. It didn’t matter. He was used to being alone. It made him easy prey for Larson and his pack, however.
“You just going to die like that?”
Rowan’s eyes shot open. The voice in his head. Could it be? He had a voice of reason. Well, he’d be damned. Rowan tried to sit up but his body ached from head to toe. He gripped his side blood spewing through his fingers. Rowan yelled as the pain shot through him. His wolf wasn’t strong enough to save him. From the battle with Victor and Pagen, he suffered. He should have known better. He should have planned better.
Victor was a vicious bastard. He didn’t earn the title the most feared alpha in all the land for nothing. Pagen was just as deadly. They both were born leaders. They both had the stuff a leader was made of. Determination, brutality, viciousness, no fear, and power. Power was the one thing Rowan craved the most. Power to end all things or to make all things bend to his will. Victor and Pagen were just that powerful. No one crossed them and lived to tell about it and if they did, they never crossed them again. Rowan laughed and spat blood up in the air. It landed right on his face. He was too weak to get out of the way of his bloody loogie.
“Just gonna die like that?” he asked. “Who me?”
It would be easy, wouldn’t it? Larson would think he won. He would think he had nothing to worry about and the Noel Park Colony wouldn’t either. Rowan shouldn’t make it that easy. Hell, he wouldn’t. It wasn’t in his blood to let his enemies get the satisfaction of knowing they put him away without a fight. It wasn’t in his blood to not exact revenge of some kind.
“Hell no,” he grunted. “I’m not gonna die like that.”
He kissed his middle finger and raised it to the sky. To hell with all of them. To hell with death. It was going to be a damn long and hard fight before he’d ever let death come to claim him in his already wretched existence.