I’m not in a talking mood today but I’ll just say,,, more plans and more drama is coming up!!! Mwahaha—coughs. lol… see yA in the next one.
{Isla’s POV}[Day Of Departure]We’ve been out in the wild before but this time around is different. We’ll be out in the wild and still be surrounded by the wild… Lycans.— For weeks!Cayden might have brought a very good plan but this plan scares me a hell lot. We’d be four foreigners among Lycans whereby any mistake made would be freaking fatal— as it would be hundreds of Lycans against us.Today is the day we leave and I feel uneasy knowing I’ll be gone for a very long time. The plan is to cut the Lycan x Rogue population down to a half before the war and only then would we be able to return.We were on the outside of the Palace before the mighty walls and gates and a familiar group was scattered around to bid us farewell. To them, we were taking a big risk on their behalf but to us, we were undertaking a death sentence.I’m just kidding. Lol.Enough with my tragic talks. We would do this and return home successfully! I’m the freaking Queen and I say so!Among the crowd gathered wer
{Isla’s POV}“What the— Why the hell is Cornbread in my bag?” Andrea asked in disbelief, driving her gaze around as if the culprit was amongst us.But she was.“Isn’t that your bag?” Daniel asked her, creeping closer to have a look.“It is!” Andrea said as Daniel sneaked a glance in to check.“Woah! That's a lot of bread.” Daniel exclaimed. “Didn’t you pack it yourself?” “I did!”“Are you sure this is your bag?”“I am! Look, my other things are inside.”I turned to look at Cayden. He had his hands folded and had an amused look on his face as he stared at Daniel and Andrea. I sensed that he had realized I was staring at him and promptly threw my eyes away before he could catch me.I returned my gaze back to the two werewolves turned investigators. “Maybe a generous maid thought you might need extra food and decided to add some more. I personally think it’s a good gesture. Extra food is never a bad idea especially when it’s Cornbread we’re talking about.” Daniel said with a happy smile
{Isla’s POV} We were on the move again. The Quadrupled Force— the four of us, I mean.We had gotten up early. Since we had stopped yesterday’s journey early to rest, we got up early today to cover for the lapse. Oh, and for yesterday's Cornbread gist?Well, I had argued with Daniel about him being a cruel and savage Werewolf for wanting to take my Cornbread away from me! He hadn’t backed down in his request, nevertheless, so I had ended up giving him a few pieces.Evil Beta!And for our sleeping arrangement. Daniel had given us his sheets which Andrea and I had slept on while he had squeezed into a small space beside Cayden, careful not to wake him up— although we all knew Cayden had been aware.So now, we were on our feet again, trekking with the same formation. Two best friends at the front and two best friends at the back. Oh, and everyone had eaten cornbread for breakfast this morning. I had been feeling very generous and caring.— except towards Cayden. I don’t give a fuck abo
{Isla’s POV}“I’m hungry.” Andrea announced loudly for all of us to hear. “Me too.” Daniel agreed with her and turned to Cayden. “What about you, man? You’re not hungry?”“I could eat a fox,” Cayden replied. “But from the way things are looking, I think it’s the fox that would be hunting me down.”“Let it go, man.” Daniel elbowed Cayden and he smiled. I couldn’t see his face but I knew he had smiled. Unlike the previous strolling formation, today’s arrangement was different. Cayden and Daniel were the ones leading while Andrea and I were trailing behind.Why? You may ask.Well, let’s just say I’m not in a very hyper mood. Why? You may ask again.Well, it’s the same reason why Cayden had made his statement about a fox hunting him down. He was covered, head to toe, in blood and a fox could perceive it and threaten to attack him.Why was he covered in blood? You may ask.Well, it’s due to last night’s turnout. I.. uhm. Okay, I might have accidentally slept off buddy, and left the Look
{Isla’s POV}Daniel had come to the rescue. The Rogues had believed us and we were now one of them. I am now a freaking Rogue!Is that something to be proud of? Especially as the Queen?Well, in our case, yeah. Coming into contact with these Rogues had made things way easier for us. We wouldn’t be put under thorough scrutiny by the Lycans now. At least, I hope so.But in everything, a part of me was suffering. Others were enjoying strolling freely beside the real Rogues while I was being chained.The interrogator Rogue still held me by the wrist. For some reason, he was attracted to me - He has repeated that line to me a couple of times now.“What’s your type?“ The interrogator Rogue asked me again, revealing an ugly smirk he thought was stunning.“Uhm…” I looked at him. He was an older Rogue as he looked hoary and old— and his wasn’t due to disguising makeup like Cayden and me. His beards were like spikes and his breath reeked of alcohol, blood, and something else that made it worse
{Isla’s POV}Decayed-Mouth led us through the checkpoint. The Lycan stationed there was scowling like it was the only expression his face could create, but Decayed-Mouth had kept to his words.He had called us his people and had even told the Lycan guy and other Rogues about how he had found a new love.Me.I couldn’t find a gun, that's why I’m still alive to live through this. We were inside the Hold now and were strolling to the supreme Lycan commander’s shelter. That’s a long name. I don’t like long names. Let’s abbreviate it and call him the SLC-- for Supreme Lycan Commander.So, we were headed towards the SLC’s Shelter. The regular Lycans and Rogues stayed in normal tents while esteemed personnel stayed in shelters which were the bigger and more advanced form of tents.Turns out Decayed-Mouth here was an esteemed personnel in the Lycan Hold as he was camping in a shelter and not a tent. From what I had learned, he was one of the Generals of the Rogue division of the Oust Resista
{Isla’s POV}A tall Lycan had stepped out of the Shelter and was bellowing for us to come in now.That must be the SLC.“Oh, he looks angry alright.” I muttered to Sir. Skippar as we sauntered towards the Shelter.Sir. Skippar whispered. “That’s not the Supreme Commander. That’s just one of his personal Guards.”“What?!”“Shhh. Keep your voice down and your head too. No eye contact.” Sir. Skippar reminded me before throwing his gaze to the ground.I promptly did the same as we stopped before the really huge personal guard. With his size, I had to wonder what the Supreme Commander would look like, and more potently… the Lycan King!These blokes be huge!“March.” Was all the huge guard said before leading us in. With his size, there was no need to have our heads lowered. He was totally obstructing the freaking view before us.The Shelter was warm and the mood in it was warm too, perfectly suitable atmosphere for an Org—Shit! The Orgy. I had totally forgotten about that, hence my calmne
{Isla’s POV}Turns out my Rogue disguise had been futile in shielding me from being attractive as the Supreme Commander had seen me that way— attractive.At least, Korr did. The supreme commander bitch just wanted to fuck me and the other She-wolves here. And you would think we taller females wouldn’t be threatened by a mere Dwarf. Well, this guy before us was no mere Dwarf. He had a thick veiny length fixed on his front side just in between his short thighs and it made him appear oddly threatening.But then again, I ask. Why is the Supreme Lycan Commander a Dwarf Lycan? I can’t be the only one that finds that highly weird.I roamed my gaze around and instead of being edgy, the other She-wolves were busy taking off their dresses. I was truly the only one who found it weird that the SLC was a Dwarf.“You there.” A voice called harshly. Because of its frequency of utterance since we’ve been in the Supreme Commander’s Shelter, I knew it was Korr who had spoken. But I didn’t know who he w