Long Chapter here! And a Cautionary Tale indeed!! One of the deepest chapters I’ve written. And hey, I’m sorry about the length of the chapter, if it’s not financially convenient. I got carried away writing and I needed everything to be in this one chapter. But hey, we have a new friendly company. There’s hope now. Or is there? Haha… We’ll see… See yA!
{Isla’s POV}We were making our way out into the jungle, the thick and heavy paperwork they call the forest.Emkay was right. I had made a critical mistake. I should have gone back to check for survivors. I should have gone to save my wounded soldiers. But I didn’t.And Emkay and so many others here were the hurtful evidence of my mistake. I had hurt a lot of people with my obliviousness or ignorance— I don’t know which to call it. But I know I’m going to do my best to save them. Each and every one of them. Although I’m not sure how we can turn a Praised brother back into a normal Werewolf. But we’ll figure something out. Right now, we just had to escape being turned into a Praised Brother ourselves. We also had to catch some Boars.“What do they call it again?”“Addax’s blood?”“And what is that?” Andrea asked Emkay, stealing the question right off my lips.“Addax is an autumn animal whose blood is used to stain for stench.” Emkay started to explain. “The Lycans basically pour it on
{Isla’s POV}“Wait. So let me get this straight.” I turned to face Emkay who was apparently standing in her battle position with her claws out against the three threatening Rogues. I ignored everything and asked her. “We were sent out here to hunt Wild Boars and kill one another?”“My Queen, we don’t have time for this.” Emkay rushed her words as a Real Rogue rushed towards her.At this point, it’s better we differentiate. We were Werewolves here under disguise and acting, so we were fake Rogues. While the rest of the Oust Resistance population were the real Rogues.But no one other than us knew this. So in the eyes of the Lycans, we were all Rogues.But that’s not the issue now. The issue now is not being killed by our fellow Rogues and not losing our Wild Boar.I turned to my side and Emkay was busy trying to fight off a Rogue. The Rogue was a female and two of them seemed to be matched in terms of strength and skill. I was still confused so I yelled.“Stop!”They stopped. All the
{Isla’s POV}I was hungry but I ignored the meat all around me. This was no time for feasting. Emkay had sent word earlier for the fake Rogues amongst us to gather themselves at a corner. So while the entire Hold was rejoicing, we were planning a meeting.Emkay led us to a corner in the Hold where the tents were fewer and the grasses were taller.“That’s them.” She pointed to a small group ahead of us and I gulped at the sight.I hope they like me.We got to them and they all settled down on the small stones and bricks that were on the ground. There were whispers amongst them but none of them were looking my way.My disguise was good. None of them had attacked me yet.I sat down too, Andrea on my right and Emkay on my left and then I noticed almost everyone was suddenly looking at meOkay, I take my words back. My disguise isn’t that good.The crowd on the other side of the Hold was loud and gleeful and their noise was going to overshadow anything we were about to discuss but we still
{Isla’s POV}Okay, I might have forfeited the word, “Please.”“Please Kill Silently.” Three words.This morning came with a blast of hope and renewal. But last night?— Last night might have been the end. The end of everything.We had chosen a radius for our killing and some specific tents, but during that attempt, one of our Werewolves didn’t kill silently. He did the opposite of that.He had been so angry with the Lycans that he had been growling quite loudly while clawing the sleeping Lycan in the throat. As a result, the two tents neighboring the tent in question had been alerted and four Lycans from those two tents had jumped out in their alarm.Thankfully someone like Cayden and Daniel had been there to quietly dismiss them before the whole Hold would be awoken.That was last night’s journey.This morning?Rampage.The Dwarf commander was out of his Shelter and roaring into the air like a mad dog.None of the entities in that sentence complied, but that’s what the Dwarf command
{Isla’s POV}The journey to GreyHill was a confusing one. Confusing because, from the Lycan Hold to GreyHill, the trails were clashing and it made it difficult to locate your position and destination.— which was exactly why I had chosen GreyHill. If the Reignile Werewolves were confused about the trail, that means the Lycans would be even more disoriented. We all raced through the evening and through the woods. A large number of real Rogues were going with us to GreyHill and as much as that was good news, there was a difficult twist to it.Once we gather at GreyHill, I would reveal my identity and would need to convince the Rogues that I, the Queen, isn't against them. I would need to make them believe that all Werewolves can be one once again, both Rogue and Civil alike.It will be a tough feat to achieve but I’ll have to try. “I’m tired.” I heard Andrea call behind me. “You’re a lazy ass, Andrea.” I said.“What? Do you know how long we’ve been running?”“I know it’s not been long
{Isla’s POV}“My fellow Rogues…”That was the only sentence I had let out so far for the past two minutes. It didn’t have a determinant but it had called their attention.They were all staring at me now, eating meat like animals but staring at me.“What do you have to say, miss?”“Go on. Don’t fret. We’re listening.”Some of them said aloud.My hesitation had won their attention and compassion. They were trying to make me feel less tense but it’s because they think I’m a Sister Rogue— because they don’t know it’s the Queen standing before them.I gulped again in my uneasiness but then I heard a voice beside me.“My Fellow Rogues.” It was a male’s voice.“We all have been mistreated and insulted by the Lycans.”It was Cayden’s voice.Confused, I turned to look at him as he continued speaking. “We devoted all our passion and loyalties to them and they discarded us so easily. We are innocent of their accusations yet they seek to kill us. Do they think we’re scapegoats?” Cayden bawled and
{Isla’s POV}Emkay had told me the most upsetting news ever and every part of my being was already upset by it. With Emkay strolling behind me, I paced toward Andrea, Daniel, and Cayden. I was going to tell them of my plan to return to the Lycan Hold. I had to. There was no way I was leaving a distressed little girl out in the baleful wild full of angry and bloodthirsty Lycans.“Andrea, Daniel,” I called their attention as they were busy watching some of the other Rogues fun-wrestle in an area not too far away. The Rogues were bonding fast.“I’ll be returning to the Lycan Hold.” I said to them, “And I need you two and Emkay to oversee things here while I’m gone.” I instructed. Emkay had told me she wanted to come along but I had strictly refused and was now making her understand that she was more needed here. I couldn’t afford to lose any more persons out there ‘cause as it stands, the Lycans were like a wildfire sweeping through the forest of the Reigns. They were enraged with our
{Isla’s POV}We were prisoners in our own land. The Lycans must really think the Queen is weak and helpless, roaming the Reigns and doing anything they liked— like taking the Queen herself hostage!How fucked up is that?I know how our carelessness got us into this predicament but I don’t know what will save us. How do we escape from a really funny-looking but smart Lycan Commander whom I might just have told I loved serving him?He had said he was throwing an orgy party to celebrate his reunion with his trusted Rogues. So he thinks we’re both his trusted Rogues.That’s both a good thing and a bad thing. Good thing, because it gives us the latitude to conspire against him without being immediately suspected of the crime. But a bad thing because he had just claimed us under his small alliance, which means we won’t be returning to the ‘Rogue Lives Matter’ group anytime soon.And I had told them over at GreyHill to remain there until I return. But as it stands, I don’t think I’ll be mak