••• Kyson’s POV •••
“How was the prom?” Alpha Colton asked me.
“Nothing interesting, but I think our theory is right. He knows who I am.” I shrugged as if it didn't mean a big deal. It wasn't a big deal, though. Great that he knew who I was.
“Didn't find your mate?” he asked with eyes twinkling.
“You know I won't find my mate.” I rolled my eyes at him. A mate was the last thing I had ever thought about.
“I heard there was a judgment at the Black Heart Pack?” he smoothly changed the subject.
“Yeah, but the scouts we planted around the vicinity couldn't get too close to know what it was about,” I replied him.
“When are we going to strike?” he asked with a mischievous yet evil smirk.
“Soon, Alpha. Soon..” I answered and smirked back. The thought of killing that son of a bitch, Alpha Andre would always tickle something in me. I couldn't wait to tear that piece of shit into pieces.
“Calm down, Kyson,” I heard Colton’s laughter from beside me.
I hadn't realized that my excitement had made me bare my fangs and claws.
“You know I can't wait to get my hands on him, Alpha,” I returned his laughter as my fangs and claws retracted back.
“Oh come on, Kyson, stop with the formalities,” he groaned out.
I laughed aloud. No one would have believed me if I told them that this handsome young blue-eyed, blonde-hair Adonis in front of me was the ruthless Alpha of the rogues until they saw him in action.
I met him when I was saving some rogues from Alpha Andre’s deathly tortures, and since then, we’d become friends. That fucking Andre did things that a werewolf shouldn't have just for his enjoyment. Fucking monster.
“Stop thinking about him for today, Kyson. Let’s have a drink!” Colton said as he reached out for his liquor collection.
Usually, I would have gladly accepted his invitation, but today I couldn't. I had to see for myself what was going on at the Black Heart Pack.
“Sorry, Colton, but my wolf has been dying for a run,” I winked and stood up to leave.
He laughed, knowing what I was about to do.
“Be careful for him or anyone not to know your real identity,” he winked back.
“You know they won't,” I smiled and turned around to leave.
As I was leaving the rogue's headquarter, I mind-linked my Beta, Liam. “Be ready.”
“Yes, Alpha,” he responded, and I ran in my human form.
“Why didn't you transform?” I heard my wolf, Night, whining in my head.
I rolled my eyes. “You know I can't transform here.”
“Promise you will transform when you reach the forest,” he said and gave me puppy eyes.
“Oh, please. Stop acting cute.” I rolled my eyes again.
“I’ll stop if you promise,” he countered, still with those puppy eyes.
“I’ll turn no matter what,” I promised something that he knew I would have done without the need to promise, and I felt him skipping around happily with a wagging tail in my head.
The forest where the border of the Black Heart Pack wasn't located too far from the rogue’s headquarter. It connected them together, and it was usually free from any werewolves.
As I reached the entrance of the forest, my Beta joined me.
“Alpha,” he greeted.
“Beta,” I nodded in greeting, and we began walking through the forest. The forest, as per usual, was quiet and dark.
Once we reached further into the forest, I took off my clothes and began my transformation. My bones started to break and lengthened, my face began protruding, my eyes changed color, and my whole body began to be covered in furs. But unlike every other werewolf, I stood on my two feet like a human. My appearance was humanoid. Yes, I’m not a regular werewolf.. I’m a Lycanthrope.
“There, I’ve transformed,” I said to Night, and he wagged his tail.
Liam laughed when he saw Night wagging his tail. Imagine a scary and tall Lycanthrope, but smiling with a wagging tail, tongue out, and those damned cute puppy eyes!
“Night, could you stop acting cute?! You are ruining our image!” I shouted at him.
But instead of being serious, he skipped and rolled around on the ground. He then went to Liam and showed his belly, asking for a belly rub like a freakin giant Alaskan Malamute, and I saw Liam laugh even harder. I groaned out in frustration. Seriously, there is just something wrong with my wolf!
“Okay, be serious now. We have work to do,” I said seriously, and thank Goddess my stupid wolf listened to me. He turned serious, looking like the Alpha Lycanthrope he was, and crouched low as he began walking with Liam by his side.
We stayed silent and alert while we walked even further into the forest, and halfway through, we heard a bone-chilling scream of a.. she-wolf?
Damn it! Are they raping and killing another she-wolf? And in this area? Or is it a human female? No matter, it isn't right!
Liam transformed into his wolf while running, and I let Night take over, running toward the source of that voice with all his speed.
We reached the place before Liam and saw one werewolf punching a girl while the other was pinning her down. Night let out a growl and charged forward, with them not knowing what would befall them. Night moved with his Lycan speed - a blurry movement to general werewolves as we were way faster than them and tore their limbs away from their bodies.
Once he finished, I transformed back and turned toward the girl.
Liam had transformed back and was kneeling next to the unconscious girl.
“A rogue,” Liam said as he threw me my pants. I wore my pants and walked toward them. I growled out when I saw her condition. The girl was practically naked, with her clothes torn in two across the middle, showing her breasts, her cheekbone was clearly broken, and her jaw dislocated. In comparison, the other side was still intact but still covered in bruises and cuts. When I saw the side that was unbroken, I felt something stirred deep inside me.
“We should bring her to Colton,” Liam said and reached out to take her into his arms.
A low possessive growl sounded from my chest, which startled both of us, and even Night.
“I’m sorry, Alpha,” he stood up and stepped back to allow me to take this rogue she-wolf. I picked her up gently, making sure her injured face was not the one facing me so as not to hurt her even further.
“Cover her with my shirt,” I commanded Liam, and he did as told. I didn't know why, but the thought of Liam seeing her naked body made me want to poke his eyes out of their sockets.
I turned around and walked back toward the trail we had taken, but instead of going in the direction of the rogue’s headquarter like we usually did when we found and rescued rogues, I walked in the direction where I knew Liam had parked his car.
“Alpha, shouldn't we bring her to Colton?” I heard Liam ask, but I ignored him and kept walking.
Liam followed silently behind us and opened the back door of the car once we reached it. I carefully placed the unconscious she-wolf on the seat and joined her from the other side instead of sitting on the passenger seat in front.
“To the pack’s infirmary,” I said to Liam as he sat in the driver’s seat.
“Shouldn't we take her to Colton, Kyson?” he asked that same question again, and I growled in annoyance.
Placing her head gently on my lap, I began inspecting her. There were lots of bruises and cuts, evident that she had been walking around the forest for quite some time, but her fresh wounds were..
“Hey, Liam, she’s a she-wolf, isn't she?” I asked Liam to make sure there was nothing wrong with my sense of smell.
“Yeah, from her scent, she’s a rogue she-wolf,” Liam confirmed. “What’s wrong?”
“Her fresh cuts should’ve healed, but they haven't,” I told him as I saw the cuts on her lips. Does she not have healing ability?
I kept inspecting her and saw the most serious wounds were the ones on her face. When I saw her face, something stirred inside me again. There’s something about this she-wolf..
“Night, can you help to connect with her wolf?” I asked Night for help.
“I’ve been trying to, but I couldn't. Her wolf seemed to be asleep,” Night explained. Hmm.. She was unconscious, maybe her wolf was blocked deep within her consciousness.
“Drive faster!” I ordered Liam impatiently as I saw her whimpering and tears falling from the corners of her eyes.
What are you dreaming of, little girl?
I kept my hold on her with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other while staring out the car’s window. This was the first time I regretted moving the Pack’s ground to a far mountain.
After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived, and I walked briskly to the pack’s infirmary.
“Fetch Dr. Gwen!” I ordered someone inside as I laid her on one of the hospital beds. The thought of a male doctor inspecting her made me growl in possessiveness.
Dr. Gwen came a few seconds later and began inspecting her. With the help of her most trusted female nurse, she cleaned and applied ointment to all the girl’s wounds, and placed her jaw back in place.
“Alpha, her cheekbone is badly broken, I might not be able to operate it back into its original state,” Dr. Gwen said with her head down.
I growled at the thought of her being disfigured. There was only one thing to do to save her..