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“Thank you for joining us here today to discuss the issues of the recent rogue attacks,” Tyler says. “Are Grim Ire and Crescent Star not joining us?” Alpha Richard asks. “Both packs declined our invitation,” Tyler informs them. He opens the laptop that sat on the table in front of him. With a few clicks, a report shows up on the display screen along the wall opposite where Tyler and I currently sit. “These are the statistics of the most recent rogue attacks on Moonfang. We have not been able to connect the attacks to a certain group of rogues, nor have we been able to determine if there is a mastermind behind them or not,” Tyler explains. “Do you have any ideas as to why someone would want to attack you?” Alpha Mitchell asks, turning to face us. Tyler and I both glance at each other, but remain silent. “Spill it,” Alpha Roman demands. “The two of you know something. Spill it.” “Alpha Roman is right,” Alpha Lukas adds, seeing our hesitation. “We can
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Alpha Roman closes the distance between us quickly. I watch for his movements to signal his first attack. Sure enough, his right arm tenses and draws back. I duck to the side only to watch as his fist flies through the area where my head was. Alpha Roman lurches forward as his momentum carries him further than he thought. Taking advantage of this lack of balance, I place a hand against his back and push him away from me. The alpha stumbles forward several steps. I back away from my opponent as he slowly turns around to face me. Alpha Roman’s face is a mask of fury. His eyebrows are drawn together into a frown and one corner of his lips is pulled up into a snarl. His eye twitches as he stalks forward. Whoopsie daisy. I must have injured the unnecessarily large pride that alphas like him have. Alpha Roman closes the distance between us once more and throws a left hook. I dodge it, only to see his leg flying towards my face. He had faked the punch in order to get close en
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After our meeting with the other packs’ leaders, the rogue attacks died down. They were fewer in number and lower in strength. Tyler and I began to relax, as did all of our pack members. On my morning stroll through the pack, I notice that the warriors on guard duty are slacking off. Many of them are sitting and chatting at their assigned posts. They are supposed to be watching the woods for any sign of an attack. I continue my walk, now determined to see what the rest of the warriors are doing. The members of each post that I pass are relaxing and chatting, only glancing towards the woods occasionally. This is bad. How can our warriors protect the pack if they are not prepared for a fight and watching for danger? I make my way back to Tyler’s office. “We need to talk,” I say, bursting through the door. I push it closed behind me and wince as it slams shut. “What about?” Tyler asks. “We need to tighten our security. I just walked past all of the guard posts
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“It all started when I was eight,” Clay begins. He leans against the stone wall across from me and folds his arms. “My parents decided to begin successor training for my brother and I. Being the eldest twin, I believed that I alone would be trained to become alpha. It is my birthright, after all. However, my parents believed that the twin who showed greater promise as a ‘leader’ would step into the position of alpha while the other brother supported him.” Clay leans his head back against the wall. “During the main classes we displayed our aptitude for different skills. My brother was good at written skills, so his grades were always the best. He read books all of the time and my parents always praised him for his great ideas. I, on the other hand, specialized in physical skills. Where my brother was good at reading, I was good at fighting. My parents didn’t appreciate this whatsoever. They always complained that my grades were too low and that I should focus more on studying
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Rough hands brush over my legs. My eyes fly open and I immediately fling them off only to find myself face to face with Clay. "What are you doing?!" I growl. "Calm down," Clay orders. "I will not calm down!" I reply indignantly. "How dare you touch me. Especially while I amsleeping." "What do you mean 'how dare I'?" Clay replies. "You are mine. I can do whatever I want to with you and you have no say in the matter." His eyes are wide and look around wildly, as if seeing an imaginary opponent. "I am not yours," I refute. "I don't belong to anyone." "You are mine," Clay repeats. He closes the distance between us and reaches for my legs once more. "It's time for me to get what I want," he says as he touches my shin. I kick his arm away and he lets out a stream of curses as he cradles it. "That hurts, you know. I wanted to do this properly and keep you awake, but if you are just going to fight me, I'll have to put you to sleep." Clay reache
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The feeling of something hitting my leg jolts me back to consciousness. I jerk my head upright and look around me. When I closed my eyes earlier, I must have fallen back asleep. Now, three men stand above me. They all have black hair and sunken eyes. The horrible stench that fills the air around them tells me that they are rogues. The one kicking me stops when he sees that I am awake. "Finally," he grumbles. "Boss said to feed you before we move." As he finishes speaking, one of the other men drops a plate wrapped in cling film on the ground in front of me. "Hurry up and eat, we leave in ten minutes," the first man informs me. As the three turn to leave I clear my throat. "I can't eat with my hands secured behind my back," I state. The three growl, but one comes over to loosen the chain around my hands. The slack allows me to slip my arms under my butt. I ease them slowly as I feel the tight pull of my muscles threatening to dislocate my shoulder at the slightest
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The man carrying me set me down on a soft surface. I can feel myself sinking into something plush. The man’s presence disappears from above me and the swish of the flap tells me that he has left the tent. I lie still for a few moments listening to the sound of rustling papers. Then, I open my eyes and sit up. I look in the direction that the sound was coming from and see Clay staring at me. His eyes are open wide and his mouth hangs slightly agape. Clay is sitting behind a table covered in papers. I find that I am lower to the ground than I had previously thought. He towers above just by sitting at his desk. A quick glance around myself reveals that I am surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. It seems like a bed. The only other piece of furniture is a large trunk that sits along the tent wall opposite of me. "How...," Clay starts to say, but falls silent. "Did you think that little drug of yours would always work?" I ask. "It should've," he replies. His han
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The tent flap swooshes quietly as it falls into place behind me. I can’t see anyone nearby, but remain on high alert. If I encounter just one guard, I may never make it out of the camp. That guard could send out a warning that I have escaped and the fact that I am carrying Clay’s body would only make it worse. I peek around the right corner of the tent. Nobody. Coast is clear. I move quickly along the side of the tent. Clay’s tent appears to be at the center of the camp and is given a pretty wide berth by the other tents. Hearing voices, I slip into a narrow corridor between the tents that border Clay’s. The rustle of his body brushing against the canvas nearly makes my heart stop. The sound seemed so loud that I thought I would be caught for sure. Thankfully, the men don’t notice and just walk past, not even glancing in my direction. According to the map, Clay doesn’t have personal guards at his tent, but prefers to have them in a wide circle around his tent and his genera
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