Thane
The meeting room is full as my team, and I review tonight's mission and go over the plan with a fine-toothed comb. There's no room for error in this raid. Our informant is positive this underground holding facility currently houses the third in command of the shifter trafficking ring. They travel around, kidnapping shifter girls and women. Some families even agree to sell their daughters to these scumbags if they present as an omega wolf. Omegas are rare gifts made for an alpha. Unfortunately, the scum of the earth sees them as a meal ticket. A shifter that's disposable after she's used up. There's no telling how long that process takes either. The mating with an Omega is said to be 100 times more pleasurable than mating with a non-omega wolf shifter. They say there's no comparison and that reason is why the trafficking rings exist.
Omegas become drugs to alphas that they can't get enough of. I wouldn't know personally as I refuse to assist any of my she wolves in the pack through their heats. There are too many complications that could arise from my authority as the Alpha of the Midnight Pack participating in a heat clinic. Luckily, there's enough willing and able-bodied male shifters in the pack to assist she wolves through heats.
My need for vengeance on those responsible for this massive, multi city trafficking ring runs far deeper than the fact women and children are going missing. "Team Delta will approach locked and loaded first. They will be providing cover for Team Fang as they shift and tear out the throats of anything in the vicinity of the compound, securing the perimeter allowing Team Alpha to enter the compound." I strategize, moving my pieces along the large map spread out on the table. "I want a sniper in this tree providing team Alpha with cover against any wolves that may get passed the other teams. Our informant stated the first floor is all empty rooms from the recent selling of their victims to make room for new ones." Bastards. The room erupts in growls.
"We were too late to stop it, but we can burn the freaking compound to ashes and kill everyone present." I growl, filling steadily with rage. "Team Fang will leave their drop bags in the woods around the perimeter and team Alpha won't shift unless necessary." We don't know what kind of doors or cages we will run into. I've brought extra C-4 just in case." My beta Cyrus explains. He's always looking for an opportunity to blow shit up it seems. "Why would they empty the facility, but keep their third in command there with their lower ranking assholes? They don't need that level of authority to sit and babysit empty rooms awaiting shipments of stolen shifters instead of checking in on other compounds or planning more kidnapping stings. It doesn't make sense." He questions and he's right.
Someone that far up in the scum underbelly of this ring will have a name. Answers. The final piece of the puzzle to find those responsible and end them slowly. We've hacked, we've tracked, we've abused, and we've tortured, but we still have no clue who the leader of this shithole ring is. "No, it doesn't, but I'm sure it will all become crystal once we're in the compound." I state matter of fact. "We will rescue anyone that could potentially be in there and we leave the shit stain alive." I growl. My eyes flash gold, my wolf Ronan pushing close to the surface thirsting for blood and revenge. "We will have one healer with team Delta and one with team Alpha." "Hopefully they won't be necessary." I state.
As Alpha of the Midnight Pack of LA Plata, the largest wolf pack currently recorded, I have a duty to keep my pack safe and I take that seriously. I'd put myself in the path of any bullet or fang for my people. Part of keeping my pack safe is hunting down these trafficking rings, rescuing girls, and reuniting them with their families or integrating them into a pack. It's a long, traumatic process. Most of the girls have been abused for months. Some are lucky enough to get rescued. Others are sold or murdered for sport when they tire of them. The thought makes me want to vomit and murder. In that order. "Let's suit up and load up." I order and we all proceed to leave to the barracks to gear up and load up.
The drive to the compound is intense. I've got 40 of my elite shifters with me, but I'm still on edge. I'm careful to keep it in check and push another wave of confidence through the pack bond. No matter how many of these we do, the knowledge that my pack could be injured or worse always haunts me. They signed up for it, but it doesn't mean their lives are worth less just because they volunteered to put it on the line for their pack and others.
I've been the pack alpha for six years now. I hadn't planned on taking over as alpha 22, but my father, the previous Midnight Pack alpha willingly stepped down after what happened to our family. My parents, so overcome with grief couldn't manage the pack. Couldn't pull themselves together to perform their duties. They shut down and gave up. Again, my eyes glow Gold and Roman pushes towards the barrier, angry and snarling he's blood thirsty and wants revenge. "No shifting Ronan you have to settle your rage so I can lead. We'll be there soon and then we'll kill them all. We'll torture the answers we need out of the bastard as slowly as we can." I push back against him.
"We are a mile out. Team Fang, drop your bags and shift once we stop. Team Delta, surround the perimeter and send the snipers up. Cyrus with me." I push through the mind link and we all quickly fall into position. Team Fang immediately shifts and takes off for the compound. Team Alpha follows on foot. Even without shifting we are fast. We spend a lot of time training in the mountains with thinner air and steep inclines the years of training there have given us an advantage making us quicker, with more stamina and strength. Team Delta immediately opens cover fire for us when we arrive at the compound. We're running. We're firing. Snipers are dropping the enemy continuously one after another. Black wolves of Team Fang are showing no mercy flanking enemies, over taking them and quickly ripping out their throats. Blood sprays everywhere every minute that ticks by. We're slaughtering them. Some of them are shifting and running for the mountains only to meet another sniper and more of our wolves. "Leave none alive and search them once their dead." I remind my team as I engage in hand-to-hand combat with my knives. I'm slicing throats one minute and the next I'm kicking, sweeping legs, and sticking my knife through the hearts of these pieces of shit.
"I don't think I will ever tire of killing these assholes." Cyrus mind links while sending a final blade by my ear and into the eye of a shifter coming up behind me, instantly dropping him. "Your one of my best for a reason. Now let's take that blood lust inside the compound." I link back immediately met with his laughter. "What do you mean one of? I am THE BEST." Cyrus boasts. "Just get your shifter ass inside." I growl, my patience for him normally thin at best. The rest and I of Team Alpha quickly pour into the compound shooting at a few shifter guards coming out from random areas of this building. One by one we enter, sweep and clear each room on the main level. The rooms each small with one surgical bed with straps in the middle. The rooms stink of lingering fear, sex and blood. There are blood splatters on the wall, a drain in the middle of the floor and used needles scattered all over. Immediately it registers what these rooms are. They are involuntary heat rooms. Monsters inject these girls, strap them down and take the money of any alpha or beta that wants to experience a shifter heat.
"Do you hear that? I swear I heard mumbling." Cyrus links. We fall out of the last room and start down a hallway. Turning the corner we are met with a vault door. "Why the hell would they have a vault here?" I question half mumbling with confusion through the link. "Listen, I think he's inside. We don't know how many are in there, but I only make out one voice. Cyrus, blow the door." That's all he needed to hear to put a huge, dimpled grin on his face. If I didn't know him as my beta and stone-cold killer, I'd think he was a super model. Stepping back and away he quickly places the C4 putty around the door, inserts his wires, backs away and detonates. "Team Fang and Delta, Alpha team will gain entry into a locked underground facility. Guard the perimeter." I instruct.
The vault door and surrounding concrete wall blasts away and into the guarded area. Four steps through the nonexistent door and a turn to the right I'm immediately hit with the stench of urine and feces. The smell is overwhelming, but lingering beneath it is a faint hint of lavender mixed with an overwhelming stench of fear. The faint lavender sent immediately focuses Ronan and brings him to attention. I sense one wolf shifter present that reeks of booze, smoke and body odor. I hear groaning and see a flash of silver eyes through the dust and dark, but that's not all I see.