Chapter 5

Terren

We run.”

I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let all the rogues in the vicinity know who had arrived in their midsts, to know whose anger they have incurred. 

I just hoped I was here in time. My private jet had been able to transport my wolf form and three of my  enforcers from the city to rogue's territory in the Forest in but a few minutes but I still had a lingering fear that I may be too late. I hate feeling that fear. So I turned the fear to rage. And rage I did.

As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy rogues ran at us with their teeth bared.

Kill them all, I repeated through the mind link.

There would be blood and death tonight. There will be no mercy for any who threatened what was mine. I could feel my pups through the pack link. I could feel their fear, I could feel Lorna's pain. It was maddening. I ran faster, faster than I've ever ran in my life. Faster than a wolf should be able to run. I ran and fought.

Claws on fur. Flesh tearing. Blood splattering. Another rogue got in my way. A big one, brown fur, yellow teeth. Putrid smell. We clashed. How dare he? Where did he get the guts to keep me from what's mine? I took him down and clawed his belly. I spilled those guts on the ground. He had no use for them.

Searching for them, my gaze traveled across the herd of rogues running at me. Let them come, my wolf said. We were no more thinking. Just following blind, primitive instinct. I know what has happened. We had gone feral. I didn't mind though. Feral gets shit done. I couldn’t smell the pups' scent on any of these wolves. I just smelled rogues. I smelled that rotten stench, and curled my canine lips in disgust. I am doing them a favor, thought my wolf and I, we were releasing them from their misery to meet their maker. They should feel honored. One of the rogues came forward.

Black fur. Blacker eyes. Teeth dripping with blood.

He sprinted at me with so much ferocity that, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was an alpha of a rival pack. I stepped out of his way, let him fall flat on his face behind me, and growled.

They knew what I wanted. They knew all they had to do was hand over my pups, and I might just grant them mercy. I might have been magnanimous and spared their lives for a day. Give them a headstart. But rogues don't think. They act on their base and perverse instincts. To harm and to destroy. That was all they knew. Well right now, that was all I knew as well. We were so alike.

I let the last of my reasoning go. I became fully rabid, with only mayhem and carnage in my mind. And carnage I did. Wave after wave of iron and blood hit me, and I as ripped the throat of another rogue out, I scrunched my wolven nose. Through the woods, I watched the enforcers fight. Wolf on wolf. Teeth on teeth. Claws on claws. Flesh and fur being torn off. Blood spewing everywhere. My pack howling for their young. The rogues ran, instinct telling them to save their lives. Telling them that though they were four times as many, they were no match for us. For me. A stray rogue rammed into me and clawed into my sides. I barely felt it. I just turned my head to clamp my fangs in the fool's neck, pulling slightly and ripping the head from it's shoulders. They were too weak. Or I was too strong. It was too easy. Then I smelled them. Three young scents, deeper in the woods. We ran after them, till we reached a clearing. They were surrounded, the pups, by rogues. Lorna was on her side, whimpering softly. Cain and Tega looked scared too, but they put up a tough front, snarling at anyone who approached, making my wolf and I feel a surge of pride. But this was not a time for feelings. They hurt my wolves, and they will pay. We tore into their midst, killing them all.

   After the slaughter, we wrested control from our wolves and shifted back. "How are you?" I asked them, checking on Lorna's wound. "Th-that was awesome!" Cain shouted, not at all like he was at Death's door a moment ago. "So that is the strength of you originals, right?" The younger kids, who are actually not much younger than us really, tended to call us 'originals', referring to those of us that had broken from the control of my Father and his enforcers, us that survived their brutal training and released the pack from their tyranny. Those of us that had become...something else.

"You, my friends, have a lot of explaining to do, so don't be so excited." I scolded. They looked down in remorse. Shit, now I'm starting to feel bad. It was then that I smelled it. A most delicious scent, one I had never scented before, drifted by my nose. "What's that?" "What's what?" Fione asked. I didn't answer, just started to walk toward the source of it. I had to know what this was. And then I reached it. It was by a river's bank. It was a 'She'. She was unconscious, or at least I thought she was. She stirred, groaning, and looked up. I looked at the bluest pair of eyes and she looked at mine and then I knew. I had found her. I had found...my mate