Hunted and Tormented

Chapter 18: A gun and everything

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When I was six, a gathering was held at Alpha Daniel’s mansion. At the time he was a younger man and loved to relish in dinner parties, lunches and many extravagant occasions. I remember few things about that day. I remember a long sleeved blue dress. I remembered Luke growling like a puppy at the tie he couldn’t do up. I remember my mother yanking locks of my hair back into a braid. Even from a young age, I’d never been the dressing up type. But this was a special occasion. This was special because Alpha Daniel was trying to impress a business associate. To this day I still don’t know why.

I remember little about the man. The business associate. He wore a suit, since it was a formal gathering but what I would never forget, what would always be imprinted in my memory was his startling blue eyes. And the way he smiled at me. The way it sent shivers done my spine of warning, even at that age. I remember him bending down in front of me with that smile and reaching out with his hand to touch me. I don’t know what it was. It could have been the shivers; it could have been the intuition that this wasn't right, that he shouldn’t be looking at me, touching me like this. That he shouldn’t be bending down and touching a little girl like me. Next I remember Luke turning. I remember the man’s fingers brushing against the silky sleeve of my dress. I remember the alarm in my gut and my hand snapping out, the crack, the crunch as the heel of my hand smashed his nose back into his skull, the need to protect myself ruling out all thought. And I remember as people shouted, as blood stained the sleeve of my blue dress, my brother leaping in front of me and taking out the next man who moved towards me.

That was the day my identity was revealed. Mine and Luke’s. From that day on, we were one of the ten.

Over the years, I’d been trained to do some pretty horrible things. I didn’t realise they were horrible until I saw the looks on my victims faces and my mind processed the bad feeling it gave me that didn’t feel right. I’d been trained to defend myself against armies, whether they be human or werewolf. I trained in human and wolf form for thirteen years.

So when Shepley’s guards ran in, some ripping out of their clothing as they Changed I wasn't the slightest bit worried.

Jason stepped forward, his voice a guttural growl. I shook my head at him.

“Nah ah, ah,” I lilted, narrowing my eyes in challenge. “That isn't a very good idea.”

“Step away from him,” Jason growled. “Put the knife down and step away.”

I cocked my head to the side, trying to think of a reason. “Why?”

Jason blinked in surprise and then his face morphed back into a scowl. “If you don’t move away, you will die. Twelve against one, Rogue.”

Nodding, I chuckled a little, finding it slightly amusing how his threats didn’t affect me at all. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, Jason.”

He growled at me, eyes blazing as if I dare address him by his name. All the banter we had early had evaporated. The glare he was sending at me was murderous.

Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled something out with one swift movement. He pointed the 38 revolver at the centre of my forehead. “If you prefer we can make this easier.”

Growls erupted around the room from the grey wolves poised for attack. Their haunches twitched, their eyes narrowed to glowing slits, their lips were curled back to reveal snarling teeth. I had to admit, if I hadn't seen what I’d seen, they would be quite terrifying.

“Sure, Jason,” I said, focusing my eyes back on him coolly, “you can shoot me. But I don’t think you can shoot me before I slit your Alpha’s throat. And if one of your wolves tries to pounce, I don’t think he’ll manage it without shoving his claws into Shepley’s neck. Now. Listen to me.”