Rising from the Ashes

Chapter 5

She hadn't gotten any of the answers she truly hoped to. She spent hours of her day scrolling through any and all reports until she finally discovered a change in the last ten years. It's the crime that tipped her off. For centuries rogues were labeled as nothing but vicious creatures of the night. They would hunt as one, kill in gruesome ways. They ripped the bodies of their victims apart and fed off them. They worked alone and only alone.

Except this past decade they had begun working together. The crimes committed by rogues have become organized, the bodies left behind cleaned up. Problems solved just as quickly as they appeared. They have shown signs of working under a higher power, these things nobody had noticed until said higher power wanted them to. Elenora suspects she is no different. The rogue Alpha wanted her to know his name and now she does. She had heard the whispers because he wanted her to. "What are you looking for Nora?" Elenora nearly falls over at her friends unexpected appearance.

She rubs her eyes, focusing back on the screen "The rogue Alpha-"

"Rogue Alpha?" Mia interrupts, snorting at the thought. "There's no such thing as a rogue Alpha, Nora. If there was, we'd know. You'd know." Mia narrows her eyes at the screen "Especially because you're looking ten years back. You were being controlled by the evil prat of the century back then, he would've had you looking into every possible threat."

"Maybe I didn't think much of it back then." Nora finds herself murmuring and she hadn't but now she does. She thinks back to the tragedy that was told across every pack there was, though most didn't call it a tragedy. They were happy, it was supposed to be good news "Ten years ago several rogues met up in a warehouse. More than seventy five of them, Mia."

Mia's eyes light up. Even Mia knows about this, everybody knew. Everybody and absolutely nobody was concerned about it. Not even Elenora herself because she'd hated werewolves back then. All of them. Rogues. Pack members. The royal bastards at the top. She'd hated the species she's now a part of. "And they were slaughtered" Mia mutters "Hanged for their crimes." And crimes they were. Somebody, someone nobody knows had called for a get together among the rogues. Not just any rogues, the rogues this mystery person had tracked the crimes of. Terrible crimes of murder, destruction, and rape.

Some of them had clearly went to the warehouse by choice, only to meet their end. Most of them had shown signs of being dragged. "Yes. They were." Elenora whispers "I'd been thirteen then." She clears her throat, not wanting to dwell on their past "I didn't think of how odd it was that the rogues had been gathered in a warehouse to slaughter. To me it was a blessing. Werewolves were evil to me, rogue or not." Elenora shrugs as if it's nothing "But maybe it was who they call the Rogue Alpha. One of his first acts before stepping up to his position as ruler among the rogues." Elenora mutters her thoughts, tilting her head in way of asking Mia to sit beside her as she explains her thoughts. Mia though oblivious to people and what's going on can be one of the most intelligent woman she'd ever met. Her opinion is worth having.

Mia does join her, pulling her legs to her chest and resting her chin on her knees she's ready to listen to any insane theory Elenora might throw her way. "Alright." She nods "Say there is a rogue leader demanding rogues to serve him. I wouldn't think killing so many of them would be a great start."

"Maybe it was." Elenora muses, her eyes reading the screen "The rogues that were killed hadn't just attacked other packs, they'd kill rogues as well. Hunted them for fun, it was a game."

"Goes to show you that rogues and packs aren't too different after all." Mia jokes with a lighthearted smile and pain in her eyes. They'd been hunted by packs as well, found in the caves they went to sleep in. Elenora doesn't laugh but she nods her agreement, turning to Mia.