Blue

Chapter 17

“Where are the rest?” Neill’s third in command asked again.

The rogues just laughed.

“Reece,” Neill addressed his third in command, “go get molten silver.”

Neill just said that to frighten the rogues. He was obviously not going to torture the Rogues. Silver was fatal to werewolves. Not the kind of plain silver used in utensils. But silver that was mixed with an herb known as Wolves Bane. This was hard to grow and find but Neill had a stock of molten silver mixed with Wolves Bane. His territory was one of the few where Wolves Bane grew.

“You wouldn’t!” one of the rogues snarled.

“Try me,” Neill said coldly, before turning to Reece. “Bring it quick.”

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Elaine sobbed uncontrollably. But this time it was not because Maire was in pain.

One of the men grabbed Elaine’s hair and yanked her head back. The other took both her wrists and pulled them behind her. Then they tied a metal rope around her wrists. She screamed again. The rope was cutting into her wrists; drawing blood. Maire was tied to a chair in the lounge. She was very weak and loosing blood quickly.

“Elaine!” she sobbed, “I’m sorry.”

Elaine did not know whether it was because Maire did not let her stay at her place, or where it was because she was unable to help Elaine. Either way, Elaine nodded and whispered through her tears. “Maire.”

This was enough. This call had everything you say to a dying best friend.

“Why are you doing this?” Elaine bitterly addressed the men.

“Cowards, answer!” Maire yelled. This was followed by a slap on her cheek.

“Shut up,” one of the men yelled, “Don’t make me kill you. We need you alive.”

Elaine felt relief wash over her. At least one of them was safe.

“Why?” Maire yelled. “Can’t kill me?” she mocked.

Elaine felt helpless. This was such a Maire thing to do, she was just pushing it.

“I’d do anything to kill you, you little witch! But we have orders. We are to leave you behind.” The man who had slapped Maire spoke.

She gasped. “What do you mean?” Although she had just figured everything out. Maire knew these men were werewolves and had come to take Elaine. She had also figured that Neill had not yet told Elaine that she was a Luna. She just had to keep these men distracted and buy everyone more time.

“I mean,” the man spoke, “we are taking this pretty little human Luna with us.”

“Why can’t you kill me?” Maire blurted. “You are such cowards! Following around orders, like slaves.”

“Dot push it, you little bitch!” the man said, smacking Maire again.

“Stop!” Elaine sobbed. She could see Maire was getting unsteady, “where are you taking me?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the man said, toying with a lock of Elaine’s hair. She pulled away, disgusted.

“We need to leave soon,” another man spoke.

The rest nodded. Maire fought against her binding ropes, desperately.

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“So,” Reece asked, leaning on his knees in front of a rogue, with a bottle of molten silver in his hand, “ready to answer?”