Rogue Alpha Queen

Chapter Fifty-Seven -Swift-

Walking through the forest, getting farther and farther away from the place where I was held capture for goddess knows how long, I ignored the loud painful howls that I heard in the distance.

Which means my family is close enough where I can hear them after killing the wolf that is unfortunately my father. It'll be best to get away before they find me, I don't want to deal with them at the moment. I'm tired and injured.

Shifting into my true form, tearing the clothes Azrael gave Iris, I ran as fast as I could. Ignoring the pain and aches from my injuries while rushing through the forest. Not stopping for anything.

After what felt like hours, I slowed down at a giant lake. Breathing heavily, I looked around for any danger before carefully strolling over to the pond, bowing my head and lapping up a much needed drink while still keeping an eye out.

Lifting my head and licking the icy cold water off my muzzle, I looked down at myself in the water. Seeing my reflection and seeing all the blood that stained my fur.

I grumbled. If Azrael or Thorn see me like this, they're gonna throw quite the fit. Staring at the lake, I sighed at what I had to do. Hopefully, it isn't too cold for me.

Taking a step back, I leaped into the water before I could stop myself and yelped. I was wrong! It's so cold! Goddess, why did it have to be so cold?

The water strung my open wounds and blood slowly poured off my body.

Shivering, I quickly washed the blood of my body as best I could with paws before immediately getting out. Shaking and breathing heavily as I shook myself to get some water off. Never am I doing that again.

Sighing, leaves suddenly crunched off to the side. Snapping my head to look, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. And they weren't nice. Letting out a low growl, I bared my teeth. The fur at the back of my neck and back stood up as I stared, waiting for something to appear.

Soon, an old woman with brown hair and green eyes stepped out of the shadows. She wore a long black dress that touched the floor, a clock, and a pointy hat on top of her head. Holding a basket filled with herbs. I let out another growl. Witch.

The witch rolled her eyes, "Now, now, mutt. Be a good dog and stop all that growling, it's annoying." With one flick of her wrist, my mouth slammed shut.

Bewildered, I tried to open it only to fail. Scratching at my muzzle, I still couldn't speak. My voice was muffled when trying to speak and my anger grew.

Shaking my head, I put my paw down and glared over at the woman. Ready to run. Ready to attack. But, this aura around her was dangerous. She's no ordinary witch.

She tilted her head. "Are you going to growl at me again or are you going to be a good behaved dog?" Not making a sound, the witch smiled. "Good." With another flick of her wrist, I could open my mouth.

Grumbling under my breath, I glared back at the woman but didn't dare try to growl at her again.

Putting her hand down, the witch spoke. "Now then, mind telling me why a Rogue like yourself is on my lands?"

Glaring at her a moment longer, I reluctantly shifted back to my person's form. Standing naked in front of the witch, ignoring how cold it was tonight. "My person was captured and tortured, we just escaped and now I'm looking for my mate."

I didn't want to talk her that, but something in me didn't want to lie to her. And it wasn't because I was comfortable about telling her. The way she was looking at me scared the lights out of me.

Humming, the witch snapped her fingers. My eyes widened when clothes were suddenly on me. Snapping my head down, pulling against the grey shortsleeved shirt, I glanced back at the witch. "And pre tell, who is your mate?"

"Azrael Blackwood, Anassa of werewolves." The witch's eyes suddenly narrowed, her furrow turned into a scowl. "Azrael Blackwood you say?" Does she have a problem with my mate? Is she does, I'll rip out her throat. "Yes, why?"

The witch didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me up and down before opening her mouth, not answering my question. "Might I ask, how did you met...Azrael."

Staring at the old woman, I rubbed the back of my neck. "I don't know the specifics, but she saved my person from her abusive pack a few months ago. Ever since, she's been staying with her."

"Your person, tell me more about her." I scowled, my arm dropped to my side. "And why would I do that? I have no meaning to continue this conversation with the likes of you."

Saying that earn me a glare that send shivers down my spine, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and my eyes widened. It took everything in me not to run.

"Tell me or I'll kill you right here and now. I want to decide what to do with you but I'm not very fond on killing children. Especially a young pup and an unborn one." My hand instinctively covered my stomach as I took a step back only to remember that the lake was right behind me.

Grumbling to myself, looking back at the lake then at the witch, I huffed. Let's just get this over with so I don't have to deal with her anymore.

"My person goes by the name Iris, daughter of Raymond, who is now dead. As I said, she's been saying with Azrael for these last few months." Pausing, memories of the first few weeks of Iris and Azrael together flooded my mind.

Since I was still chained up, I couldn't see anything and only heard a few things. One of which was Iris tried to reject Azrael. Goddess, her emotions were all over the place.

"It's a little embarrassing to say, but..." I moved my gaze the witch over at a tree. "She tried to reject Azrael because of how bad the manipulation and abuse was towards her over the years. Iris thought that she wasn't going to be loved back and that her father will hurt Az. Her mind was so confused that she had trouble understanding her feelings and what to do. The Alpha and his family did quite the number on her. And that's all I'm going to say." I really didn't want to tell her that.

Looking back at the witch, she hummed. Tilting her head. "Sounds like she had quite the life. What a poor child." Silently thinking for a moment, she spoke again. "I've decided to help you." Huh?

The witch didn't say anything else as she turned around and started walking away. "Come along dear, it's rather late and the night will continue to get colder." Looking around, trying to figure out what to do, I reluctantly followed after the witch with some hesitation.

This is a stupid idea.