Steele

Chapter 11

Steele's POV.

I called three men. That's all I needed to get this son of a bitch.

We headed into the woods, and I easily found the tree where I bumped into Allie. She can't know what's happening, she would feel compassion for the guy. And that's not what he needs.

I planned to torture him until he agrees to reject the marking.

Duncan, a wolf the size of two oak trees, was the best fighter in the pack.

Ethan, a skinny man with a great nose, can track the faintest of scents.

Trevor, a heated man with anger issues, was a guard that has a gun. That's literally the only reason I'm taking him. He is almost as intimidating as me and rarely speaks.

I walked in the direction where she was coming from. I came upon the decently large white house. All of us hid behind some large trees.

There was a twig snap behind us. I jolted my body around and sniffed the air.

Rouges.

There were about ten, surrounding us completely. They were all in wolf forms, growling and spitting.

I laughed. They all looked like little puppies. I signaled for my men to attack and they did. The other wolves attempted to jump on us but we were trained much better.

We swiftly moved, avoiding almost all the attacks.

Ethan was taken down and scratched several times but was healing rather rapidly.

Trevor shot a few rogues with silver bullets that were specially made. His eyes were on fire and his breathing was heavy.

And Duncan was lumbering abound, smashing everything in sight.

While I was viewing the fight, a rogue stabbed my lower back and another sliced my arm and chest. I growled in pain and felt the blood rushing and staining my skin.

I reached to my back and felt around until I could grab the handle of the knife that was lodged in my back. Instead of pulling it out, I decided to go with the one thing my mother taught me 'if you are stabbed, don't pull out the object, you'll bleed more.' What a helpful and loving mother, right?

Ethan stood up and winced, walking over to where I stood, propped up against a tree.

Once Ethan reached the spot beside me, all the rouges stopped what they were doing and left.

All of us watched in confusion. Why would they just leave.

I remained propped against the tree for a few more moments, before pushing myself off of it. I staggered for the first steps. I winced in pain when I stood up straight.

I blocked out the pain and kept walking towards the house.

"What the hell are you doing? You're injured. You need to go back to the pack house." Ethan caught up with me.

"I'm not leaving until I get what I came for." I'm so close to getting that jackass. I can't leave now.

I had a sick feeling that those rogues were set up. Instead of turning back, I stalked towards the house, wincing ever so often from the pain that traveled through my veins. I deserved this. This pain was intentional and I was going to live with it. I don't deserve a mate. Especially such a lovely mate as Allie.

I really don't deserve her. But, I will gain the right to have her.

We made a move to the house, slowly, killing anyone in our path. I saw Jesse's face in the window and figured this was the right place but... we could all die.

I stepped into the sunlight, out of the shadows, and walked into the house. Alone.