I was jolted awake by the sound of the front door being broken down. I quickly sat up on the mattress. I knew immediately that it wasn’t my father, or any of the other rogues. The scent was all wrong. Well not wrong exactly, I could smell other werewolves.
Despite not being able to heal, my father said I was the best tracker he had. I guess you couldn’t be great at everything.
The scent of strange werewolves could mean one of two things. Either someone had followed me earlier, or my father's little killing spree had gone horribly wrong and one of the rogues had betrayed us. I hoped it was the latter. If not I was as good as dead!
The more pressing need now was to avoid being found, that could be a bit tricky.
The room I was in was nothing more than a glorified cupboard. There were no windows, and the only exit was the door that led back into the main room. The main room which was now more than likely occupied by members of the blood moon pack.
I stood with my back flush against the wall, so I would be behind the door when it opened. If it opened. I had no doubt it would. If I could smell them, likely they could smell me. My only hope was that all the crap of empty bottles and pizza boxes might mask it slightly. It was a vain hope really.
“This place is a fucking tip!” I heard one voice say. It was male.
I could smell three different scents, likely there was three of them.
“Some ones still here, I can smell them!” a female voice grunted.
Shit! If she can smell me, she’ll be able to track where I am.
Some werewolves are warriors or fighters, others are trackers. The trackers are always better at scent discrimination. A lot of packs had female trackers. They seemed to be good at it, I know I was.
The question now was should I surrender, or should I try and make a break for it, after distracting them.
I was small for a werewolf, and fast. This particular pack had a bad reputation for how they treated any rogues they captured. After scaring Alpha boy in the burger joint, I doubted they would be very sympathetic. I decided to try and make a run for it. If I surrendered myself, my father would be furious! Not so much if I was captured after putting up a fight.
Despite the way he treated me sometimes, all I really wanted to do was make my father proud.
I waited silently behind the door. I’d heard two of them, but I knew there was a third.
I shoved my hands into my jeans pocket and smirked. Finding the change that I hadn’t given to alpha boy. Poetic justice, kind of. If I threw a handful of coins in the first ones face, It would give me at least a chance. I grasped a handful, and waited.
I heard the woman, even though her voice was hushed to a whisper, “in there...”
I watched as the door knob turned. My heart beating violently in my chest.
As it opened, I prepared myself. I figured that I maybe had an advantage, in as much as my eyes were already accustomed to the dimly lit room.
It was the woman who entered. She had long blonde hair, pulled up in a tight pony tail. I watched as she peered at the mattress sniffing the air, then she turned to where I was standing. Still in shadow, I was able to throw the coins at her face before she even saw me.
I quickly scuttled past her, running out the door.
Unfortunately, her screams had alerted the others, and before I could run very far, I was grabbed by huge arms.
This werewolf was bigger than any of the rogues, seemed bigger even than my father. I was small for a werewolf. Most she-wolves are usually close to six foot. In comparison I was tiny. Five foot and about four inches. I squirmed, and struggled trying to get free. Kicking my legs. One arm was wrapped around my middle, pinning my arms to my sides, the other wrapped around my neck, threatening to cut off my air supply.
“Easy pup!” He growled.
If that was supposed to scare me it had the opposite affect.
I heard a growl as the blonde she-wolf stormed out of the room, she had a knife in her hand. One look I could see the blade was made of silver.
“Fucking little bitch!” She hissed, as she stormed across the room towards me.
My captor spun around to face her, then I heard another male voice. I knew there were three of them, I had smelt three separate scents, even from the closed off room.
“Stand down, Carlotta! You know the Alpha’s rules. No harming female prisoners!” His voice was authoritative, and he had an accent, which I suddenly realised was English.
Carlotta huffed, and sheathed the knife as she sneered at me with a look of disdain.
“You seriously think the Alpha’s mate would be a runt like that!”
The thought of being taken to an alpha to be his mate, or his toy sent a wave of panic through me. No way! I managed to twist my head slightly to the side, and sunk my teeth into my captors arm. I had tasted blood, so I knew I had bit his arm deeply.
He immediately released me, and jumped back, cradling his arm in pain.
“Fucking little mongrel!” he growled.
I immediately bolted towards the door. Only to see it was blocked by the other male.
He stood there, legs apart, arms folded. He was even bigger than the other one, if that was possible.
I didn’t slow, and he looked a little surprised. When I was about four foot from him, and slipped to my knees, sliding down the tiled hallway, aiming to slide right between his legs.
As I slid along the floor, I looked up and saw him smirk. Too late I realised he knew my plan.
As I ducked down to slide between his legs, his knee came up, and made contact with my nose.
The speed I was going at, and the force of his knee hitting my face, sent me plummeting backwards. I heard the crack as his kneecap made contact with my nose, and I tasted the blood as it rushed from my nose.
Almost instantly my vision started to blur, and I groaned in pain.
“I thought you said no harming!” Carlotta chuckled.
“Collateral damage!” he replied, was the last thing I heard before I passed out.
The first thing I felt when I came round was the pain in my face. My nose was throbbing, but it felt kind of numb. Normally when I was hurt, or after my father decided I needed some sort of punishment, I usually probed the area with my fingers to try and assess the damage. I didn’t need to touch it to know that it was broken. Poking it with my fingers would only make the pain I felt worse.
I opened my eyes, not surprised to find myself in a cell. I’d never been captured before. We’d had a few close calls, but we’d always managed to get away.
I was laying on some sort of cot, the mattress was even thinner than the one in the house.
Before I had a chance to take in anymore of my surroundings, I heard a voice I recognised.
“Well, well. If it isn’t daddies little princess!”
I looked in the direction of the voice.
“Terence! You fucker, you told them didn’t you!”
He looked at me and laughed.
“Its every man, or should I say wolf for himself,” he hesitated, “besides, I might even be able to persuade them to let me have a little fun with you, after they’ve finished with you!”
Despite the pain I was in I jumped up, and flew at the bars, separating us.
“You fucking bastard!” I hissed, “I’ll kill you!”
He stepped quickly away from the bars, I could sense his fear. He knew given half the chance I would gut him like the pig that he was.
“You always were a fucking coward, Terence!” I hissed.
My attention was drawn away from Terence, when I heard another voice I recognised.
“Step away from from the bars, Rogue! Face the wall, hands on your head,” He demanded.
He being the werewolf responsible for the current state of my nose.
I glared at him, and growled.
“Don’t make me ask you again!” He growled.
I turned around, and slowly walked towards the back of the cell.
I heard the cell door open, and suddenly felt an excruciatingly painful jolt in my back.
I fell to the floor groaning in pain.
“Too slow, pup!” he smirked, “when I tell you to do something, you do it the first time!”
I lay on the concrete floor, my heart racing, trying to get my breathing under control. I glanced round. He was carrying a rod, which seemed to have sparks of electricity coming out the end.
A cattle prod. He’d used a fucking cattle prod on me.
“Bring her,” he hissed.
Before I knew what was happening, I was roughly grabbed, and dragged along the corridor to another room. It was brightly lit, and seemed to be empty, until I felt shackles being put around my wrists. They were suspended from the ceiling, and now so was I.
I couldn’t even put my feet on the floor.
The guards retreated to the corner of the room, whilst my tormentor paced up and down in front of me. I’m sure he was relishing the fact that I was in agony. The weight of my suspended body, making the muscles and sinews in my arms scream, as they were pulled tight.
If I thought my father was a sadist, he was nothing compared to this creep.
“Now little Ridgeway pup we can do this the easy way or the hard way, I would recommend the easy way!” he smirked.
I swallowed hard. After what he had just done I was pissed. I knew what he wanted before he even asked. He wanted me to betray my father, that was never going to happen. I quite liked my heart where it was, in my chest. If they wanted to kill me so be it, I wasn’t going to be a coward like Terence!
I glared at the bastard in front of me, and with every ounce of energy I could muster, I spat right in his face.
“Fuck off, you piece of shit!” I growled.
He was furious, I could see the anger in his face, and I watched as his eyes turned black. Not the sort of communicating black, but the letting your angry wolf take control sort of black.
He didn’t shift though. He balled his fist and I felt the full force of it in my stomach. I gasped and cried out in pain. Before I had a chance to recover, his other fist hit me. I screamed then coughed, as blood escape my lips. My head lolled forward, as I tried to catch my breath.
I heard him gasp in surprise, as more blood started to trickle from my mouth.
He walked closer, and grabbed a fistful of my hair in his hand, yanking my head back. The pain in my scalp was nothing compared to the pain in my stomach.
He stared at my face, then pressed his thumb to my nose.
I gurgled a scream in response as more blood erupted from my mouth. Then he stared at the cut on my face.
“Heal yourself, Damn it!” he screamed at me.
I grimaced, in an attempt to smirk at him. I knew why he was screaming. His Alpha would have his ass if females weren’t meant to be harmed. Probably in the past, he could beat them up and they would heal.
“I… can’t!” I groaned.
He stared at me in horror, “What do you mean, you’re a werewolf, of course you can! What happens when you shift?” he demanded.
If I hadn’t been in this much pain, I would have laughed at him.
I shook my head as much as I could, with him grasping my hair.
“Can’t…shift,” I whispered, feeling myself beginning to fade.
He let go of my hair, and my head slumped forward on my chest.
“Alec!” He growled, “give me your knife!”
The guard called Alec, who I couldn’t see, sounded panicked.
“You can’t Beta! The Alpha...” he began.
“The Alpha won’t know!” he hissed back.
“What won’t I know?”
The voice brought me back from the brink. There was something about it, strong, commanding.
“Step aside Nathan!” He growled.
I knew without even trying to open my eyes that Beta Nathan had stepped to the side. I felt an overpowering presence of authority approach me.
“Fucking hell Nathan, what did you do?” he growled.
I felt a large hand touch my face. The touch which should have caused me pleasure, racked my body with pain, as the electrical buzz which went through my body stimulated the pain receptors of the injuries which Beta Nathan had inflicted on my body.
My whimper turned into a cry of pain.
“It’s not my fault Kane, she’s Ridgeway’s pup, but she isn’t normal, she’s not healing!”
I heard Kane growl. I wasn’t sure if it was at me or at Nathan.
“Alec! Cut her down, and take her to medical!”
As the guard cut me down, the last thing I heard before the darkness took me was Alpha Kane’s voice.
“Nathan! you better fucking pray to the moon goddess that she doesn’t die!”