“I don’t know, man. I just do what I am told and that is to find the bitch and bring her back unharmed”, Rouge 1 said.
“Bring her back unharmed?” Wyatt said, confused. “What do they want with her?”
“All I know is that he would say he needed her power and she would be all his. He is obsessed with her.”
“Dude! What the fuck? You are dead!” Rouge 2 said and with that, Wyatt extended his claw and traced a line down his thigh into his artery. Blood started to shoot out. “I will bleed out! Stop the bleeding!” All Wyatt did was take some duct tape and taped his mouth shut and turned back to the other rogue who was looking very pale.
“Continue”, Wyatt said dangerously.
“She was born under the full moon or some shit and her blood line is rare or something. I honestly stopped listening. I shouldn’t have even heard that. He was talking on the phone to someone”
“Who is ‘he’” Wyatt asked as he sat down in a wooden chair with his forearms on his knees leaning forward. He was twirling the knife in his hand, causing the rouge to keep glancing down.
“He called himself ‘The Savior’. He kept saying to follow him and he would save us from being packless, give us unlimited women and food. He provided shelter and would hold mating ceremonies where he would bring women he kidnapped and force them to mark and mate us to create a strong blood line. The women fought at first, but once marked they were submissive.”
“I see, and where do they live?” Wyatt asked, his eyes were pitch black and he looked pissed off.
“We move every day but mainly in an old warehouse, somewhere. I’m no good with direction.”
“Okay then.” And with that, Wyatt stood up, moved behind the rogue and snapped his neck in one swift motion. The other rouge had bled out by then. Wyatt walked out of the room but I was frozen in my place.
Someone wanted me? For power? What power? I have feelings every now and then, but I don’t have any powers. Rage filled me as I thought of those poor women and what they are having to deal with. Being forced to mark and mate such a disgusting animal made my skin crawl.
“Whoa, Nina?” I heard someone ask. I turned to see Wyatt had just walked through the door and both him and Maverick had a look of shock and awe on their faces. “Your eyes are glowing!”
I blinked a couple of times. I didn’t realize my claws were extended so I retracted them and took deep breaths. “Let’s go!” I said and walked right past them. I am still fuming. How could they and what prophesy was he talking about? I need answers and I need them now. Hopefully Wyatt as a library. I made my way to the front door and opened it walking out to the forest.
I took a long deep breath and tried to calm my heart.
“Nina, are you okay? I knew that would upset you.” Wyatt said.
“Upset me? Why do you think I am upset? I am fucking pissed. Those poor women being raped every day to bare children!” I felt my eyes glow this time. I am losing control of my emotions again. My dad trained me so hard to keep my emotions in check and here I am losing them. Instantly, I put up a front and locked my emotions down hard.
Wyatt was staring at me like I had grown three heads, “What did you just do?”
I ignored his question, “Do you know what prophesy he is talking about?”
“No, I don’t, we have books that might have the answers though.”
And with that, I turned and started walking to the packhouse. I am still covered in blood. I want a hot shower and to spend the day in the library. I didn’t feel Wyatt following me, thank Moon Goddess. I needed to be alone to wrap my head around what the rogue said. The bodies were almost burnt down, the clean-up was almost finished, I observed. Opening the door to the packhouse, I made my way to my room. Opening the door and walking straight to the shower. Turning the shower on as hot as I could stand it. I stripped out of my bloody clothes and stepped in. The water was instantly red/brownish with the blood fading off me. I let my body hit the wall and slide down it.
What power do I have? I am just a girl that was casted to the side. I have no family I can call and ask questions. I have no mate to turn to. I was raised to be strong at all times, to fight to death and show no mercy. Did my dad and mom know about this prophesy? I miss them so much. I miss my mom’s cookies and my dad’s bear hugs. I have never felt so alone in my life as I do right now. Letting the tears flow, I cried for what felt like an hour. I cried for my mom, my dad, my love life, where I am supposed to live and everything else that has happened to me in the past short weeks.
Once I ran out of tears, I sucked it up and decided being strong is the right way. My dad would want me to keep my head up and see this through. I can handle anything. I kissed my dad’s ring that hung from my neck and stood up. Turning off the water, I grabbed my towel and got out. The bathroom was thick with steam. I didn’t even bother to look in the mirror. I towel dried my hair and brushed it out letting it fall where it may. Walking to my bag, I grabbed a pair of lightweight joggers and a tank top and another sports bra. My hair kept getting caught so I grabbed a hair tie and put it in my signature side braid. I left my room and went in search for the library. One the second attempt, I opened a door and found a maid cleaning a bathroom.
“Excuse me, but can you show me where the library is?” I asked her. She looked like she was 60 years old, short grey curly hair, but had a friendly smile to her.
“Of course, dear” she said and started walking to the stairs. We went up two flights of stairs and she led me to a door at the end of the hallway. “Right through those doors”, she said, and left before I could say anything to her.
Opening the door, I was met with floor-to-ceiling books. There was a ladder off to the right side with wheels on the top that had a track that went all the way around the room. A large sofa sat in the middle with two arm chairs on either side with end tables and lamps connecting them. There was a balcony straight through with a rocking chair and a thick blanket draped over the back of it.
This will take me forever! Sighing, I started on the left and will work my way around. I soon noticed that they were organized in categories. Surely, prophesies will be under history so I made my way to the history section. I found four books, Prophesy of the 1900’s, Where do Prophesies Come From and What are They?, Are Prophesies Real, and Understanding Prophesies.
Looking at the couch, I grabbed the ottoman and pulled it up next to the left side of the couch and made myself comfy. I will probably be here awhile.