Queen Rouge

Chapter 4

My appearance concealed beneath my midnight black cloak. My face hidden behind my also black silk mask. My eyes peeking over the top of the soft material. The large hood of my cloak covering the top half of my face, yet still allowing me to see. I'm dressed in my full black fighting outfit. The one with all my weapons attached in the secret places. Hidden from sight.

Out from underneath my cloak, as I walk, my high heeled black leather steel caped boots poke out. The only visible indication of me being a girl. The boots spelled by a witch are soundless, much like the rest of my outfit. My movements effortless and graceful. Fluid and purposeful. My stance powerful and dangerous, threatening. My scent also concealed, masked. The masking spell twice as strong as usual, I'm not taking any chances. The only sign I'm here being you can physically see me. But without that, you'd be completely unaware of my presence.

I walked only just a step behind Tyson. My eyes darting around. Keeping track of everything. Me and my wolf, both on high alert. And not just because I'm Tyson's 'bodyguard' and many wolves may feel a need to kill him. Most pack wolves hate rouges, so the King of the rouges is a definite target.the rest if us 5 or 6 steps behind me. Them also on high alert. Our weapons all concealed, but many of us including me only need a fraction of a second to pull those sharp, pointy tools out to defend ourselves. Or in my case defend Tyson. He thinks it's too beneath him to get his hands dirty, I don't have that problem. In fact I'm more than willing to spill a little pack blood, it's been a while.

We've marched straight into the pack territory of the Alpha Kings pack. The hornets nest. Figuratively and literally. Chances are we won't come out of this alive. Cause this is the warrior pack. Every citizen of this pack knows out to fight, and kick arse. Including the women and kids. Yes, the men can only become the pack warriors, but that doesn't stop the rest from learning. For 'self defence' reasons of course. The point is they're deadly as a whole. Yes, I know the we ourselves are pretty deadly as well, but they have infinite numbers on us. The odds are not in our favour.

But what is in our favour is that the Alpha King wants to form some sort of truce so we can demolish our mutual enemy. I don't see really see it happening. I mean there's too much bad blood between rouges and pack wolves. Especially with this pack. But that doesn't mean it isn't worth a try right? I just wish u wasn't a part of this try, because I don't particularly want to die.

We make our way through the town. Heading towards the spectacular mansion before us. All the doors have been locked shut. And a large crowd has been formed out front of the mansion, awaiting our arrival. Yay! Welcome ceremony. More like rouge execution. As we approach a wide path is formed to let us through. A good ten feet perimeter set between the mass and us.

We stop about 10 feet or so in front of the mansion's porch. Where the Alpha King, his beta, third in command and their mates stand, well only the third in commands mate. The other two are mate less as of this moment. The Alpha King's brother and his mate also stand up there. Albeit hidden a few steps behind them, but there none the less.

Tyson nods his head in acknowledgement of the Alpha King and he does the same. Tension fills the air. So thick it almost strangles us. Not a moment later though, Tyson begins to speak, lessening or increasing the tension I'm not sure. "You called for a meeting, Alpha King." Tyson says, his voice clear and calm, if not slightly democratic. Though his time also questioning, even though it was a statement.

"Yes, that I did." The Alpha King replies. "To make history. Rouges joining forces with the packs to defeat a common enemy."

"Yes, it's quite the noble goal. If not slightly unrealistic." Tyson replies, voicing all of us rouges opinion on the matter. We know we're dead men walking, it's clear to us were gunna die. Tyson's a little more optimistic. As it was the Alpha Kings idea after all. Personally, I think it was a scheme to lure some of the most dangerous and feared rouges into the heart of pack territory, so they can take us down. The Alpha King raises an eyebrow in response.

"Though, I like to remain optimistic, not all of us rouges share the same opinion." Tyson elaborates. To which the boys behind me scoff. As if outraged by his understatement of the year.

"Some believe it's all a big elaborate plan of yours to take down some of the strongest and feared rouges." Tyson continues, subtly asking if he plans to kill us or are his intentions clear.

"I'll say." One of the men in the crowd says. Stepping foreword into the circle of space surrounding us. "The rouge speaks a valid point. We should cut em' all down. We have significant numbers on them, I'd be easy. He pulls out a knife and steps towards Tyson. While some the crowd gasp in shock I'd we look unsurprised. After all we were expecting some along these lines to happen.

"I wouldn't if I was you." Tyson calmly warns. The guy pauses.

"Why not? You going to stop me." He taunts, a laugh in his voice.

"No. Unlike my colleges here. I believe that violence isn't always the answer. But as I just said, my colleges and I don't share the same opinion. And before you make it within 5 feet of me, you'll most likely lose your hand." Tyson solemnly says. The Alpha King calmly regarding the situation with curiosity. He wants to see what we'll do. How we react.

"Oh really. And exactly who is gunna do that." He continues to taunt, taking a few more steps. Almost coming up to the 5 foot line. His confidence rising, as we remain unmoving. The rest of the crowd getting uneasy, not sharing his opinion. They see our stillness as a threat. That any minute we might jump into action and blood will be spilt.

"Oh yes, really. She would be very happy to spill your blood, so by all means keep coming." Tyson indicates to me. The guy burst out laughing, as though Tyson has just told the funniest joke.

"You seriously believe a girl, can get the best of me." He laughs out, not even trying to contain his laughter. I can feel the guys behind me wince. Even Tyson cringes.

"He should not have said that. He should not have said that." One of the guys say, shaking their head.

"And that," Tyson claps his hands together, a grimace on his face. "Will be the biggest mistake, you'll have ever made. She might take a lot more off than your hand now. Are well, you must lie in your bed the way you made it."

"Oooh, I'm soo scared." The man takes another step forward across the 5 foot line, mocking their warnings.

Before he even finishes the sentence. A sharp sword is pointed inches away from his nose. I had leaped in the air. Gracefully turning and whipping out the sword. I now stand a few feet in front of Tyson, exactly half way between the two. The crowd loudly gasps once again, this time jumping back as well. As I had moved so quickly and soundlessly that no one had even seen me move.

"I suggest you drop the dagger and take a few steps back. Or she may decide to make you part ways with your hand. I know we came here in peace, and her cutting your hand would break the rules. But my friend here, has never really been one for following the rules. She really rathers breaking them." Tyson coolly tells him, a subtle dangerous threat in his voice.