Heart of a rogue

* Chapter 16 - consequences

I acquired the orange uniform, though I heard some were reluctant to give it to me. But the numbers weren't lying—my behavior was getting better.

I didn't argue, didn't fight, and showed progress in both baking and sports. I even was allowed to participate in team sports, and even then, I didn't kill anyone. I was damn proud of myself.

A few weeks passed, and I'd been here for just over two months. Declan and I hadn't kissed again. He barely even talked to me, and he sure as hell didn't stay in a room alone with me. Safety precautions for his horniness, I guess.

I'd seen him leave with that Charlotte plenty of times during the past few weeks. Sometimes, he'd even return after a few days. Abel explained that he needed to visit his pack more often and show Charlotte to them. It reassured them that he was seeking a mate. Abel also explained that his pack was only about twenty minutes away by car. He had also investigated Geoff, understanding my suspicions about the wolf. But he hadn't found any crimes against the system yet.

Lately, I found that I could easily climb onto the shed by the sports track. I liked sitting up there, overseeing the area. Usually, Belle and Sam were with me, but I hadn't seen them today.

I was enjoying the warmth of the sun. I closed my eyes for a moment to take in the peace, but when I opened them again, I saw Geoff and his companions walking into one of the tents. Again, suspiciously.

They glanced around, and I caught their eyes. The growing smirk on Geoff's face sparked something in me.

They never hung out in the tent during the day. We wolves loved the sun, and we were usually cooped up in tents at night, avoiding the sun during the day.

Maybe this was a chance to spy on them and find out what their connection to Leo was exactly. I didn't want to seem too suspicious, though, so I glanced away and waited until I could climb down from the shed.

I casually walked toward their tent.

But before I even reached it, I suddenly heard a lot of commotion. My pace quickened as I heard snarling and screaming. My skin crawled at the noise. Other wolves had also heard the commotion, and they were coming toward it too.

I rushed inside and was flabbergasted by what I saw. A few guards were being circled by at least thirty rogues, and due to the chaos, more wolves were entering the area, closing in on the entrance. Some just stood and watched, but others were actively participating in what I saw as a slaughter.

Geoff was standing off to the side, arms crossed, just watching it happen, a smirk on his face. His minions were doing the dirty work. Those poor guards—they were going to die. The other guards wouldn't be able to get through the crowd quickly enough.

But it was his smirk that sent a chill down my spine. Then, Geoff nodded in the direction of the guards.

My gaze shifted to the three guards who were desperately fighting for their lives. I looked closely, squinting at the chaos.

And then, my eyes widened in shock.

I recognized one of the guards. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Abel!" I growled and pushed past the people in an attempt to get there. My eyes remained fixed on him. I growled again, pushing others out of my way. As one rogue tried to stop me, I snapped his arm with a clean twist of my wrist.

He whimpered, stumbling back, and the others who dared to lock eyes with my anger-filled gaze backed off.

Abel was still fighting, blocking as many attacks as he could, but he was covered in blood, his face a mess. Even with our cuffs on, he couldn't block so many rogues at once.