I make my way into the dungeon. I command everyone to leave as I make my way toward the rogue.
He smirks as he sees me.
This rouge looks around my age. Maybe even a little older.
"Well, well. Who are you pup?" He asks.
I almost smile. He doesn't know?
"Doesn't matter who I am. What matters is why you rogues are attacking packs."
His expression darkens.
"I know nothing of that accusation! But what I do know is that your poor alpha dies killing rogues almost a month ago. My deepest condolences pup." He replies, with a grin.
I can't help it. I laugh. I laugh for who knows how long.
The rouge looks at me confused.
I struggle to stop myself as I say, "Hate to break it to you but the Alphas alive and well."
He looks at me stunned. "That can't be possible! I told them to use the blood dagger etched with silver!"
I stop.
If they used that I should have definitely died.
"You used that? And I thought you didn't know what was going on?"
"Yes pup." He replies angrily. "Now where's the alpha? I would like to see him myself." He commands.
I smirk. "You're looking at him."
He gapes at me.
"You? You're the Alpha? A mindless pup? And you're still alive?!" He looks as if he's about to lose his mind.
Then he laughs.
Yep, he's lost it.
"Give me a name." I command.
"As if I would tell you anything." He laughs again.
I punch him twice.
He smile showing his bloodied teeth. "A few punches won't make me say anything."
I grin. "I was hoping you would say that." With that, I pull out a very long and very sharp silver knife.
He flinched at the sight of it.
"You see my friend, if you don't start talking, I'll just have to put this through your heart." I point the knife at his chest and put a little pressure.
He stays silent. I slash him twice in his chest.
He cries out in agony. I only smile.
Blood gushes out. His skin sizzling from the silver. He yells, "STOP!"
I slash him again.
"Give. Me. A. NAME!" I command, and slash him again.
"NO!"
I smirk and take out a needle filled with wolfsbane.
He starts to shake.
"Tell me, or I'll insert this in you rouge."
"You're bluffing. You need me!" He says frantically.
I smile again. Then plunge the need in his neck.
He gags and starts to shake harder.
"Give me a name, and ill end your misery."
He barely gets the words out but I hear them.
"Alan Graze."
With that I slash him one more then plunge the knife into his heart. Eyes filled with furry.
I walk out to see my father waiting.
"Did you get anything out of him?" He asks nonchalantly
"Yes. A name. Alan Graze."
He stiffens.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing. Go now son. Remember, you've got the ceremony tomorrow." With that, he walked off. Shoulders still stiff.
I guess I'll have to get it out of him later.
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A/N: Keep voting please! If I get a few votes, I'll post chapter 10 tonight. Thank you lovelies!
