The White Wolf ||A Paranormal Romance||

Twenty-Three

Mircea

This... this was a terrible idea. Maybe not the worst I'd ever had, but definitely not the best. It could either end with my ideal goal in mind, or my body in shreds.

There's only one way to find out.

The guards were unconscious on the ground, and I was standing at the end of the hallway that connected every cell we held wolves in. Between here and the surface was a layer of hecatolite to stop any part of the moon's will reaching the wolves. The cells were overcrowded at best, and it was hard to tell exactly how many of them were down here.

There were probably close to two thousand if Vali's statistics were right. And I was about to do something extremely reckless with them.

I walked down the hallway, waiting to reach a specific cell. One that held a survivor from last years Hunt, the only survivor really. He was someone who rallied the wolves together. If my people were sane, they would have killed him to prevent him from doing the same again this year. Instead, they kept him alive... because he made things interesting.

If I was going to make this plan work, and I needed it to work, he would have to help me. He would have to get his people to work together.

I lifted my hand towards the lock, using my mind to move the mechanisms and push the door open. When it did I saw gold eyes glowing in the darkness, six pairs floating in the three by three metre cell. I didn't know how they slept in here, but I guess that wouldn't be a problem for them anymore.

"And who the fuck are you?" A voice growled from the darkness, one pair of eyes walking towards the door.

"That's the Prince..." Another trailed off as the moving wolf reached the light. He was pale, his skin unused to sunlight anymore. His hair fell to his shoulders in deep brown curls. As the light hit his eyes the gold faded away, but the blue irises weren't focused on me, they were focused on the scarf in my hand.

"I'm a friend." I said as a snarl came from the wolf's throat.

"Then why do you have the White Wolf's scarf?" His voice was deep, a threat lacing the tone.

"She gave it to me." I said as he ripped the item of clothing from my hand, and I felt a part of my chest ache with it's removal.

"A likely story." He said, his voice also raspy. When was the last time any of the wolves down here had regular access to water?

"I would never hurt Selene's Chosen." I said, watching as his eyes flicked up to meet mine. "I would never hurt Vali." I added, and he flinched at the name.

"What do you want?" He asked, still not stepping any further than the door.

"To get you all out." I answered, he shook his head.

"You want a distraction, you don't want to help us."

"I'm working with Vali to bring down my father, we were going to end the Hunts... I thought I could bring him down from the inside, but he has more allies than I thought. Figured that if I'm going to run I may as well fuck up the Hunts for him." I kept a close eye on the wolf as he finally stepped into the hallway. His clothes were in tatters, dirt covered every inch of his skin and the stench of not bathing overtook my senses.

"There are one and a half thousand of us down here in hundreds of cells. Unless you have hours up your sleeve, you won't be able to help all of us out. But you came to me first, why?"

"Because I can get all of you out, and you can lead them out. They won't trust me to do that, which is very reasonable given our people's history." I said, which was when he sniffed the air. When he took in my scent.