Rising from the Ashes

Chapter 4

They had questioned her three hours before she was able to leave. Delta James had called her useless among some other not so nice things. Elenora personally couldn't care less, she has things to do, things like research on a certain rogue Alpha she had heard talk on. For a moment she wonders the risk of going back to the bar, not to ask the patrons on the Rogue Alpha but the Bartender himself. He would've heard much on the topic, given his position. Drunks talk, everybody knows that.

She isn't looking forward to it, not really. She doesn't like the Bartender. He's powerful, she could feel that and even she felt a certain allure to the man. Even so, it may be worth the risk for a little information. Elenora stands and grabs her bag and all her knives, it's not too far. Especially if she borrows a vehicle from Alpha Scott "Just where are you going, milady?" Warrior Thompson appears at her side

"Milady?"

"Suits you." Elenora almost laughs

"I'm going to a tavern in neutral territory, Warrior Thompson." Elenora explains, tightening her grip on her bag as she makes an abrupt turn onto a rough shortcut she had found leading to the office. Warrior Thompson stumbles but catches up until he's walking at her side once again.

"Edward, please Milady. I despise formalities."

"And yet you call me Milady?"

"I have a feeling about the name, can't really explain it but it feels right. I'm a feeler." Elenora looks to the young man with happiness spread across his face from his wide smile to his shining eyes but pain and sadness laced in his every feeling. Elenora shoves the curse away, she does not need to feel the emotions of others, nor does she want to. It feels a lot like an invasion of privacy, one Elenora isn't a fan of in the least. She hates what Mia calls a gift. She really does. "I am to come with you, Milady."

"I thought you were only supposed to follow me on pack lands."

"I am supposed to protect you, new orders as of last night. The Alpha worries about your safety and the several rogues at the border whispering your name hasn't helped. They have moved on of course but the Alpha fears such things may not last." Elenora merely nods, stopping in front of the Alpha's office. She sighs before stepping in. Immediately something runs right into her legs before falling on her butt. For a moment she senses Warrior Thompsons fear. Fear at what a rogue will do to a child who had run into her.

Elenora hadn't met many children that doesn't run from her. This one doesn't. She props herself up on her hands and stares up at Elenora with mild curiosity. Her hair is a wild mess of dark curls, her eyes a bright blue and her smile nothing but playful. "You should be more carful or else you'll hurt yourself." Elenora offers her a hand after clearing her throat. There's something about this little girl that reminds her of her own child. They don't look anything alike except the curls but there's definitely something about her.

The little girl accepts her hand and pulls herself up before dusting off her dress. Elenora stares at her bare feet for a moment before meeting the girls blue eyes "Nothing that won't heal, miss. Sorry for running into you though, I'm running from my brother. It seems he does not appreciate my showing of affection." Warrior Thompson snorts behind Elenora

"And what'd you do to the poor lad this time?"

The girl smiles proudly "The feather and shaving cream trick, always works with him." A shout from deeper into the office appears. The little girl mocks a salute before running outside. It is not long before a little boy with dirty blonde hair and icy eyes appears. Shaving cream spread across his face and hand, Elenora can only imagine what affections the little girl had shown her brother over the years. He sniffs the air before bolting out of the room and toward the forest with quite a few outraged cries.