Forbidden Love

Chapter Thirty

Ryder (As she's being taken)

I growl loudly as he exits the room with her, a wicked grin across his face. All I could see was red as I viciously punched the seven Rogues. They'd gotten a few hits in, but I was fighting on anger. They were fighting simply because someone told them to. It was different and you could see. Soon, they weren't getting any hits on me, and soon, they were all laying across the floor.

Doctors rushed in suddenly, worried about the commotion. They looked at the floor, but I don't stay long enough to see them do anything before I'm bolting outt of the door.

Bodies to deal with. Surprise Rogue attack. They've taken Skylar, I say to Ethan and Alec through mind-link. They quickly reply with a shocked "what?"

I growl and cut off the link, racing out of the hospital. The Rogue couldn't have gone that far. It was just seconds in between him talking Skylar and me knocking the mess out of all those Rogues.

But once I exit the hospital, there's not a trace of the Rogue. It was as if he disappeared. Growling again in anger, I try to calm down so that I can focus my smell on Rogues.

I had just caught the scent when someone bumps into me, and I feel something cold slide down my shirt.

"I'm so sorry," a little boy says. He was human, and looked to be about seven. He was skinny and lanky, and grating my nerves. Especially when I smelled that it was vanilla ice-cream he spilled on me.

"Get out of my way and stay home, got it," I snarl angrily. The little boy flinches and shudders, then turns and runs. The action simply reminded me of the Rogues, which had me growling some more.

***

Two hours later, I was home. I'd tried to find the scents again, but they were simply gone. As if the Rogues no longer existed. It was weird. Rogues have a tangy, rank smell. You can always smell them. And their scent is strong too. They last for a long time, not for thirty seconds.

"Ryder man, we dealt with the bodies. Do you know where Skylar is?" Ethanial asks.

"If I knew where she was, she'd be right here next to me," I snap. And it was true. I wouldn't call Alec or Ethanial, I would just leave. Anything to save my mate.

"When did this happen," Alec asked. He was all business, which was why I appointed him Beta. He knew how to be serious when need be. Not that Ethanial wasn't serious at the moment, just that Alec is older and has more experience with there types of things than Ethanial.

"About two and a half hours ago," I answer immediately. Every second since them seemed like a year long. Every second with out her.

"You didn't smell the Rogues before they attacked?" Ethan asks. He had a frown etched on his face.

"No. It took me completely by surprise." You're King, things shouldn't take you by surprise, I think to myself.

"It shouldn't have." Ethanial says, just adding to my point. "Their scents-"

"I know!" I snap, cutting him off. He doesn't look at me when I do, like I expected he would. Instead, he has a look of puzzlement, then, it switches to confusion, and finally rests on realization.

"What?" Alec asks frantically. It was good to know that I wasn't the only one who saw those facial expressions.

"Is it possible that a witch could have altered them? The scents I mean." He says.

I raise my eyebrows. "Witches are rare nowadays. Why would they help a Werewolf anyway? Especially Rogues." Witches and Werewolves didn't have the best relationship, if that's what you could call it. Witches are the creatures that created us. Some of us loved the idea of being a werewolf, when we were first created in 1777. Others didn't have the same opinion. Some were already in love, and didn't like the idea of having someone else already out there for them. These people formed a pact that didn't really have a name. They just hunted and killed witches, by the only way the can be killed. Ripping out their hearts. Nothing else will work. Even if you chop off their head, they are still alive and will chant a spell that will put them back together. After killing off most of their race, I can't see why they would ever help Rogues. I can't think of a single reason that would draw Witches and Rogues together.