The little rogue
It had been over twenty four fucking hours, and we were still stuck in the same place. I was fuming. The scouts hadn’t found any traces of her.
I was pacing behind the pack house. I felt useless, a waste of space. I had nothing to offer in regards to finding her.
The connection to her felt like pins and needles. She was still unconscious, and too far away to mind-link, which meant she was at least five kilometers away.
The kidnappers had used a vehicle. We'd found tire tracks a hundred meters from Galina’s house, just where her scent ended.
Jackson was currently analyzing the tracks, but there were four sets, and we had no idea which one was from the get-away car. It wouldn’t even matter if he got a hit, the tires might not even be originals, and the vehicle was probably stolen anyway.
We were grasping at straws, but at least they had something to do. I was no help, too erratic, too aggressive, so Marcelo had told me to get some air.
A sensation washed over me like a wave. My heart twisted and I felt short of breath. I started to tear up. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cried, but the longing, desperation and fear, was suffocating me. I couldn’t help it.
The darkness was gripping me, slowly tearing me apart. Everything was ruined and it was all my fault. She was suffering, because of my arrogance. My wolf was ramming the walls in my mind, demanding to be let out. I had no resistance in me, so I caved and let him take over.
Bones cracked and extended, ripping through my clothes. Charcoal gray fur sprouted out across my body. When my paws hit the soft grass underneath me, I let out a howl. A howl filled with the unbearable pain I was carrying.
All around the compound I heard others join in my wolf’s song of sorrow. Their howls of support and empathy filled me with determination. I would not let the darkness consume me, I would fight, with my last breath, I would fight for her.
I bolted into the forest, stretching my legs, kicking off the ground as hard as I could, scattering soil behind me. I was flying though the dense shrubs. The wind swiped through my fur, cooling down my rage.
I weaved my powerful body between the trees, tree branches whipping around me. I ran as fast as I could until my legs started burning from fatigue. I laid down close to a stream and let the sound of the water wash my dreadful thoughts away.
I stayed there for what felt like hours. A spark suddenly brought me back to reality. I felt her stir in my mind, she was finally awake. I could feel she was worried, but a lot calmer than before. At least that was a good sign. She weren't in pain, that was a relief. Maybe if I mind-linked her, I would sense her emotion if heard me.
Jade, are you OK?
Jade, I’m coming for you, hold on!
I didn't feel a reaction, it seemed she was out of range. There was no change. I got up and started back towards the pack house. Even this far into the woods, I couldn’t reach her. She was either very far away, or in another direction.
I trotted through the forest for what seemed like forever. I’d run a lot farther than I thought. The tranquility of the forest made me feel hopeful. The sun was slowly rising, bringing life back to the quiet grove.
My neck stiffened, I was being mind-linked.
Marcelo: Alaric, where the FUCK are you!?
Alaric: Hey, hey, easy! I had to blow off some steam.
Marcelo: You need to come back NOW!
Alaric: I’ll be back in about thirty minutes.
Marcelo: Alaric, we’ve got a rogue here, and he’s asking for you
That got my attention.
I dashed forward, pushing my wolf to go at full speed. He complied without question. He wanted Jade back as much as I did.
I ran up the stairs to the pack house and followed Marcelo’s scent into the conference room. Every person in the room turned to me as I entered in wolf form. I shifted and Marcelo grabbed a stack of clothes from a side table, and handed them to me. That guy was always prepared.
“Where’s the rogue?” I demanded, a little out of breath.
“Basement, in a holding cell.” Luke replied. I turned around to go down there. “You’re not going to talk to him!” Luke stated, making me stop abruptly. “I will be doing the interrogation.” he said with a smug grin.
“The hell you are!” I growled, stomping up to him. I stared him down, wrath burning in my eyes, my fists clenched so tight they were turning white.
“First of all, he asked for ME! Second, YOU are NOT in charge of this! MY mate has been taken, because YOU are a fucking CUNT! You don’t deserve to be Alpha! Personally, I hope your pack will see what a weak, pathetic piece of shit you are. One thing’s for sure, you are going to take one hell of a step back in this search, and if you refuse, we can take this outside!” I roared in his face.
The people around us averted their eyes. No one dared to speak up, they knew I was right.
Luke stared at me in surprise, completely gobsmacked. I had been holding this in for far too long. I turned to leave.
Suddenly I heard him pounced at me. I whipped around and smacked him away, effortlessly. He fell backwards onto the floor in a thud. I slowly walked closer, snarling at him.
“I knew you were a chicken shit, but to go this low, to try and attack me when my back is turned.” I shook my head. “Let’s take this outside. I don’t want to splatter your blood over the furniture.” I said, grabbing his arm and dragging him behind me.
I tossed him down the stairs outside the main entrance. He stumbled to his feet and growled and at me. I smirked and rolled my shoulders. “You sure this is what you want to do?” I asked, giving him a final chance to back down.
“I have no choice, you’ve disrespected me in front of my pack.” he sneered.
“You always have a choice Luke. Right now you chose to try and assert dominance in a situation where you have no right. The right time to do that would have been five years ago. You had a choice when you discovered what your cousin was doing to Jade, and you chose to pardon a rapist, you chose to be a coward. You have a choice now. Do you want your life to end, or do you want to right the wrongs you’ve done?” I said sternly.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and shook his head. “Fine, you stay here and think, while I talk to the rogue” I said and walked back up the stairs. I already knew what he would do, but I wanted to at least give him a chance to do the right thing.
I heard him growl and kick off towards me again. I spun around and slammed my fist in his chest. The force of my fist against the speed of his attack, cracked his ribs. The sound was loud enough for everyone around to hear. He stared at me in disbelief, as he flew backwards. He landed on the ground, gasping for air. His lung was probably punctured.
“How are you Alpha of this pack?” I asked. It was a genuine question. I really didn’t get it.
This wasn’t even a fair fight. He tried to play dirty, but still hadn’t even gotten a single hit in. He wasn’t going anywhere, so I decided to go back inside and talk to the rogue. I would deal with Luke later.
Marcelo had already taken the rogue to the interview room. I walked in and kicked the door shut behind me. The rogue almost jumped out of his skin. He was shaking, just like Jade had done the first time I met her, in this very room.
Normally I would have gone at this at full thrust, growling, shouting and maybe beaten the rogue in to talking. But I didn’t actually want to. What a weird feeling, not wanting to fuck up a rogue.
I took a deep breath, and slowly sat down in front of him. I was going to do this differently. He was just a kid and very timid, maybe Good Cop would work best on him. I wanted to give it a go.
“What’s your name, kid?” I asked as softly as I could.
His head was tilted down, his dirty, light blond hair was covering his eyes. “Kade” he said. His clothes were stained and reeked of goddess knows what.
“Hello Kade, My name is Alaric.” I said, and his head snapped up.
“You’re Alaric?” he asked, his dark blue eyes wide and panicked.
“Yes.” I replied, raising an eyebrow.
He looked around the room. “Is this room safe?” he whispered.
I furrowed my brows in confusion. “Yes” I replied softly.
He took a deep breath. “I know where she is.” he murmured, his eyes darting around.
“Who?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“I don’t know her name. She has dark blown eyes, dark curly hair and she is incredibly beautiful. She told me to go to this pack and find Alaric.” he replied. His eyes were panicky, yet hopeful.
“I have to get back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long, but I can tell you where she’s held."