Mj sat silently in her private hideaway staring at the flourishing green rose she had spent almost every day with since coming back from raiding the warehouse and regaining her memories. Her plan had been to get up off the floor of the bathroom, dress herself and immediately leave for the Nerezza pack, but after she put her clothes on and stepped out into the hallway the chaos that was now Quicksilver had consumed her every day since then. Jay and Moxie had taken to caring for eight or nine orphaned pups as well as one very unique young lady that may just be some kind of hybrid. Lila had asked Mj to aid her in finding temporary housing for the influx of refugees, and the assassin had done her best to either provide the incoming with their own room or asked Quicksilver pack members to host. She smiled to herself as she thought about the weeks that had passed and how easily everyone had settled. Arzon had returned to the swamp with Julie and the rest of the LaFlare pack a few days af

Mj glanced down at the GPS to double-check the location as she pulled the large, sleek black truck onto a muddy, barren drive. Mj reached over to shake Azreal in the passenger seat as she drove through the dying remains of what looked to have once been a lush wilderness coated with trees, much the way Quicksilver was. Azreal rubbed his eyes and then let his mouth fall open as he too glanced around. “this place is dying,” he whispered and then looked at the sleeping trio in the back. Mj continued to pull through the drive up and Azreal pointed, “up ahead you are gonna drive by some little cottage style houses they were built by-,” Azreal’s voice died in his throat as they turned a corner and a row of boarded up, falling down bare homes were lined up on both sides of the road. As the truck made its way deeper into Nerezza pack territory, Mj slowed down considerably. “Azz, I see-,” she began and Azreal cut her off by humming in agreement, “I see them assassin, they look terrified,” he co

Mj heard the chains holding the door closed clank against the wall as it was thrust open, but she did not open her eyes nor did she move. She simply sat and felt the air around her, the dirt beneath her, and the wolf within her as she waited for the angry she-wolf to approach. The sound of Talia’s laugh was not the only sound that piqued Mj's interest. The sound of multiple sets of feet approaching had the assassin at the ready but as the wind picked up the scent of not just her Alpha but her brother and Dante mixed with Talia and a few strange scents had Mj’s back sitting a little straighter as she waited for the pompous Alpha to open her mouth. Talia did not disappoint nor did she wait long, “oh look Azreal, your assassin is as soft as you are,” she sneered and Mj slowly opened her eyes, completely ignoring Talia she bowed her head slightly to her Alpha. “Alpha

Talia was walking the arena with her arms held out in triumph, some of the crowd hissed and booed while others cheered or merely clapped. Dante continued to fight against the guards who were now not only keeping him at bay with their silver spears but also the Quicksilver Alpha, Beta, and hunter as they all attempted to make their way into the arena in hopes their assassin might still be alive. The guards were terrified of Azreal but unfortunately not more than their own Alpha because although they let the Quicksilver Alpha get near enough to the gaping hole to see inside they would not let him go any further and when he tried to poke his head through one of them touched a spearhead to his cheek, causing the skin to sizzle and smoke. Azreal didn’t move; he simply growled and turned toward the guard, causing the spearhead to scrape along his cheekbone. The line on the Alpha’s cheek burned and smoked, but he did not even wince, he simply growled as Jay and Dante saddled up beside him.

While the first bits of morning twilight peaked over the horizon, Mj approached the still imprisoned guards as a sense of organized chaos broke out around them. She tried to ignore the strange behavior of the other wolves as she saddled up next to the kitchen staff; they simply bowed their heads and parted like a bad hairline, giving her complete access to Talia’s henchmen. Mj looked out of the arena as the first signs of walkers running in the distance could be seen, and then she turned back to the eyes of the captured, “Let's move them out of the arena, follow me,” she said simply and walked directly out through the gargantuan hole Talia had made with her body. Mj waited until every prisoner was re-secured and on their knees in front of her, she once again glanced out over the horizon and then back to the captivated but unwilling audience. “Fight with us or stay here as you are, tied, helpless, and hope they don’t breach the first defenses,” was all she said, and it didn’t take long