Queen Rouge

Chapter 6

Half an hour and the two 'Kings' return. Obviously having finalised all of the details of this... Treaty? Alliance? Ceasefire? Truce? Heck, I don't think they even know what to call this little shindig. But moving on.

Turns out we will be staying in the Alpha King's mansion. He has enough spare rooms to accommodate us all. Not that he should have any real trouble with that. After all, there is only about 9 of us, in total. And tomorrow we will be apparently getting down to business. After that, a little celebration party being held tomorrow night to honor this monumental moment in werewolf history. Of course, a party. Yay!

Yes, a party. One where I'm expected to dress up for. In fact we're all expected to dress up for it. To leave our weapons behind as a show of good faith, and all. But the most important part being that I'm expected to wear a dress. Ahuh, you heard right. Me, Demina Madaris. The big bad, unbeatable, rouge assassin, is expected to wear a dress.

Cause apparently every girl there is going to be wearing to be wearing a dress. Oh hell no! Do I look like every girl?! No, no I don't. As far as I'm concerned, he can go fuck himself. I will NOT be wearing a dress. END OF STORY. I will endeavor to look 'pretty' and 'girly', and not 'assassin like'. But that's as far as it goes, in the way of 'dressing up' for me.

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I sit on the railing of the balcony, that is conjoined onto my room. I look out over everything before me. I got third floor bedroom. So I'm at a huge vantage point, not to mention this mansion being a top a hill. It's almost like I'm on top of the world. Not quite.

I can see the Warriors village settled at the bottom of the hill. It being the village we walked through on arrival. All the Warriors, their mates and kids reside in those houses. Even the retired warriors (if the want to stay of course, they do have the choice). Further out from that village a little to the left, is the next village. The rest of the pack resides in the little villages settled all around the forrest. Well protected from unwanted visitors. 8 warriors protect each individual villages. And then theirs also the border patrols. This pack has so many layers of protection for each and every member.

I can't see all of the villages from here, they're well hidden enough that at a glance you wouldn't see them. In fact, you wouldn't know that they're there, without knowing that they're there. My prior knowledge and experience of this packs layout is why I can tell where they are. Why I know that they're there. Looking over the tops of the trees I see the mountain range that circles around this is entire packs territory. A mountain range that is near impossible to cross. Making this pack all the more secure. This pack had been built in a beautiful valley. Stretching over acres and acres.

They boys are all down on the main floor, discussing all of the knowledge both packs and rouges know on our enemy; the vampires. And a small fraction of the rouge population. I couldn't really care less. I'm only here to 'protect' Tyson. And as of now he's pretty safe.

I look down to a wide empty space with a naturally formed 'stage' in the form of a mini hill. That is were some of the whole pack meetings are held. It's also where pack parties and celebrations are held. There are people milling about the space setting up for tonight's 'celebration'.

A gentle breeze rustles through the tree tops. Ruffling through my hair when it reaches me. A few strands of my hair dancing out behind me, in the air current. I close my eyes. Enjoying the peacefulness. The feeling of the soft breeze caressing my face. The afternoon sun, warming my skin. Giving me a light sun kissed tan.

The air around me cools. The breeze stills. An unseen cloud hovering over the sun. I remain unmoving, fully aware of the new presence.

"Why are you here?" I calmly ask. No emotion in why face or voice.

"I could hardly believe my ears when I was told you were back here. I just had to see for myself. I'm shocked really, didn't you vow you'd never return?" He says, amused.

"There's a war brewing." I say, ignoring his question. I feel the amusement seeping out of him at my words.

"Yes, yes there is. There's always a war brewing." He solemnly states.

"This war has been coming for decades. It's only just now coming over the horizon."

"I know. We most certainly have seen better times." He muses. "I long for the days when our only worry was the finding of the Luna Queen." The ghost of a smile on his lips. "And then the dismay and outrage as she ran away from her King with everything she had. Are now those were the good days." I shoot him a death glare that has brought lesser man too their knees. But he just shrugs it off. He chuckles at me.

"Don't run Demina. As you said there's a war coming. The role you play has just doubled in significance. It's important you stay. Your presence alone has tilted the odds in your favour."

And just like that he's gone. Just as quickly as he came. Everything returning to how it was. As though he'd never been. The breeze starts up again. The cloud disappearing. The warmth returning to the afternoon. But one thing remains unchangeable; the time lost.

The sun is almost setting now. The celebration almost completely set up for. Only a few last minute touches needed to made. The meeting down stairs probably finishing up around now. And I need to get dressed, for this ridiculous party. I hop off the railing, returning to my room. Closing the balcony doors behind me.

I walk over to the walk-in-robe opening it up. My eyes settling on outfit after outfit. All in my size. My clothes. Clothes that belonged to me once. Clothes that I'm surprised haven't been thrown out. My gaze lingers on a few of the rather old fashioned outfits in here. Once upon a time they weren't outdated. Once upon a time they used to be fashionable; current. I scan over the rest of the clothes hanging in the closet. Clothes for every for every decade passed. For every decade I wasn't here. Even clothes for this day and age.

Oh, Alpha. Well aren't you sentimental.