Third Person POV
The sky was dark as the two figures made their way towards the mountain they'd been trekking towards for four days now. The werewolf stumbled, no longer used to the forest grounds like he once was only so many years ago. The experiment walked like he'd walked this path a hundred times, and perhaps he had. "We're almost there." The two approached a house, seemingly built into the side of the mountain. The house was cutesy, much to the werewolf's surprise. Blue shingles and a white exterior, it had a flower garden in the yard out front. It was the only house for miles yet it seemed perfectly placed against the mountain, as if a perfect retreat from the outside world. The werewolf was surprised when the experiment began to head towards the house. The front door opened silently and the inside was just as cute as the outside, with blue furniture that had little frilly pillows and decorative blankets. The werewolf's eyes furrowed. The two walked through the house, into a kitchen, and towards a large pantry. Only when the experiment pushed open the door did the werewolf see that the interior was dark and ongoing, not the inside of a pantry like it would appear to be. He rose a brow. "Once you enter here, there's no going back." What the experiment didn't tell the wolf was that there was no going back at all. Now that the wolf had seen the house, he couldn't go out into the world with the knowledge of where it was. But this was always the plan.
"What exactly am I agreeing to here?" The wolf eyes the experiment with distaste. Over the last few days, it had become apparent that something was wrong with the man. His skin gleamed with an almost constant but unmoving sheen of sweat. His veins stuck up around his neck and eyes. To accompany that, the man seemed to carry little emotional or physical reactions to much. While the wolf would often feel the cold of the quickly approaching winter, the man seemed to not feel it at all. Not huddling close to any fire or giving one shiver despite his minimal clothing.
"To help my boss," the experiment said vaguely. The wolf rose a brow. "Either that or you can turn around, to face life as a rogue now that you've escaped from the cells of your pack." The experiment knew the wolf could, if he let him, return to his pack. He knew the wolf could beg for mercy. He also knew that, if he managed to get back to his pack, the wolf would likely be killed for escaping and the harm that came to the female guard.
The wolf shook his head. "If your boss can help me get my child then I'll agree to help." A child? His boss would never go for that.
Nonetheless, the experiment nodded. "My boss will help in whatever way you please so long as you help him accomplish his goals."
'Help? Like he helped you?' Even without knowing what the experiment was, the wolf knew his 'boss' had something to do with his unsightly appearance. Something was done to this man who used to be a normal wolf, that much was obvious.
The wolf glances towards the direction which they just came from. There was nothing out there for him. . He couldn't be a rogue again. Especially not on his own. Before he had the support of his former pack, those who felt obligated to be by his side as he was meant to be their future Alpha. And what of his child? He needed to see his child.
"Let's go," he said, gesturing for the experiment to continue on the path into darkness.
The wolf was unsurprised when the dark tunnel turned out to be rock walls. It was a passage carved into the mountain. As the passage kept going, lights began to appear, lodged into the stone wall. They were lit by a fair amount of oil. The wolf wondered who built this passage and who kept up with the lights. Just how many people were here?
They walked for what must have been twenty minutes or so, twisting through the stone halls. Occasionally they came across forks in the passage, the experiment led the man through them expertly. The wolf was surprised when doors began to appear on the sides of the stone hall. They continued walking for another few minutes before the doors began to fade in place of a larger door at the end of the hallway. The experiment knocked on the door. "Come in," a voice came from the other side of the door. The door opened with a creak.
"Sir, I was unable to retrieve the girl. I took a member of the pack from the cellars as we discussed."
"Very well, send them in." The experiment held the door open for the wolf who hesitantly walked in. His eyes first traveled to the surprisingly spacious office. There were two low bookshelves against one of the walls of the room, a bar cart on the opposite side as well as a chair in the corner. In the middle of the room was a man behind a large desk, no chair on the opposite side of it. If one were to speak to the man, then they'd likely have to stand. "Come in," the man said to the wolf who hesitantly walked forward. The door closed behind the wolf and he jumped forward in shock. The man chuckled. "So you're from the Paramount pack, is that correct?"
"I've lived there for the past few years of my life, yes." The man rose a brow but didn't bother to question the wolf's past.
"How well would you say you know the ins and outs of the pack?"
"Decently well, I was mated to the Alpha's sister." The man hummed, perfect.
"Was?" The man inquired. Obviously something had gone wrong with the mans tale as he had been retrieved from the cellars of the Paramount Pack. If his experiment did as he was told, he would have been taken from a worse off conditioned part of the cellars. Perhaps he'd even been tortured, if he was lucky it was recent and repeated. That would help grow the wolf's anger toward his pack.
"The Alpha's bitch - Celeste. She got my mate to reject me and turn her own mate against me." The man knew there was more to this story than the wolf was letting on but he didn't mind. As long as the wolf would aid in his plans, he didn't care about what he did, much less the words he spoke.
"And what if I said I can help mend your problems?" The wolf raised a brow. He knew before he even got to this cave that he would have to agree in some sort of scheme. It was only as the potential scheme laid here several feet in front of him that some sense of unease passed through him. Who was this man to think he could infiltrate the most powerful pack on this side of the country, let alone mend a relationship with an emotional bond? Still, it was unlikely he even had a choice at this point. Right?
"What kind of help are you looking for?"
"I want to know how Paramount Pack thinks. I want to know how they go on the defense, how they go on the offense, hell; I want to know how they go on lunch. I want to know what corners of the pack are most guarded and least, if any of the warriors are maybe known to slack off or get distracted easily. I'll take this pack down if I have to."
"If you have to?" The man glared. His motivations were none of the wolfs concerns.
The man ignored him. "Tell me of the Alpha and his 'bitch' as you so put it."