The Rouge and the Reject

Trouble in the "Kingdom"

Grey Winds Pack Territory.

                “How could he just fucking disappear without a single guard seeing him slip past our borders?! This is fucking ridiculous!” Mason bellowed. He growled grabbing a computer monitor he threw it across the small cabin watching it shatter on the floor.

                Mason Huntington’s world was spiraling out of control. His pack was full of liars and snakes. Mark was another fucking pawn in Daniel Murphy’s never ending chess game. Mason had been completely blindsided by that fucking rogue yet again. Mark that little shit was on Daniel’s payroll the whole time feeding him information about the pack and what Mason had been doing. He should have seen this coming. Mark was gone before Mason and his men reached his cabin. His home wiped clean of any useful information.  Mason was more than outraged. Nothing had gone his way since that fucking bitch left with that rogue. How could Arya just leave without fighting for their love? He watched other mates and became physically sick knowing his mate was in the arms of another man every night. Just thinking about it made me want to strangle her. Mason was slowly beginning to lose touch with reality, his anger consuming him.

                When Mason had returned to his pack lands to announce his new Beta, he added a few rules and regulations to the pack lands. No one was allowed to publicly show affection to their mate and those who were unmated were not allowed to search for their mate. If they found their mate they were not allowed to be together. Not until Mason had Arya again. Mason warned the pack that they better follow his new rules or else they would be thrown in the dungeon. Majority of the elders scoffed at this idea saying Mason was a selfish man child. Once the dungeon was filled up with those elders, Mason started placing others on house arrest, depriving them of food and never letting their wolves run. The Grey Winds Pack lands had become a place of misery and tyranny.  Some families moved, but once their numbers started to decline Mason insisted that he double the amount of guards around the borders. Anyone caught trying to leave would be mauled to death by warriors on site. Didn’t matter if it was a woman with her children or a defenseless old man.  You tried to desert the pack; you died a horrible painful death and your body was strung up in the center of town as a warning to others.  To say the least, things were completely out of control.

                “Mason, we’re sorry. We don’t know how he got out. We have asked everyone on duty and they all say they didn’t see him.” Sean, Mason’s new Beta declared.

                “They are fucking lying! Someone fucking saw something!” Mason roared furiously.

                “Mason I don’t know what to tell you dude, we are trying. I mean these guys are all working forty eight hour shifts. Maybe if we cut back a little on our guards and let some guys have a few days off then they guys could-”

                “Just shut the fuck up Sean! I ask you to be my Beta so you could try and force your fucking foolish ideas on me. Who the fuck do you think you are? You don’t give orders you take them, you and all the other peasants down there.” Mason spat with disgust. He spit on the ground and grabbed a cigarette off of the table and lit it taking a long drag. Mason took another drag before turning his glare back to Sean.

                “I want you to take everyone age fourteen and above out of school and put them on patrol around the borders.” Mason snarled, Sean nodded his head and waited for him to continue.

                “Take every single guard that’s been on duty and take them to the basement. Start with just one of them, beat him good instill the fear in the other men. We should have our answer in a few hours someone will cave.” Mason took a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the floor.  Sean started at Mason in disbelief.