Queen Rouge

Chapter 13

Breakfast was a little tense. Perhaps a tad bit more than tense. There was a stiff awkward air that hung over our table. In fact over all the tables. The entire room was stifling. Everyone was pretty much quiet. All the pack wolfs quietly eating, their manners impeccable. While us rouges....

Let's just say it's been a long long LONG time since we used our table manners. And truth be told I don't think table manners or even just manners is in our vocabulary. We also ate in silence attempting to eat like civilised people. Key word: attempting.

"Sooo.... What our next plan of action." Crusher says, trying to chalk up some conversation. The silence obviously bothering him. We normally have very rowdy meals.

No one said anything.

"Witches. To minimise casualties and secure our victory in the battle, we need to have the witches in our side." Jason finally answers his question, as what appeared to be a mental debate.

An audible collective intake of breaths sounds around the table. More than half the people here pause. As much as the witches are peaceful folk in nature. It's not like there aren't any bad witches, the correct terminology would be: black witches. And let's just say wether they be white or black witches, we aren't on the best terms with them. And sadly most us rouges have had bad dealings with black witches.

"And how do you propose that we will do this?" Tyson asks, keeping a cool passive expression up. He is one of the rouges that don't have the cleanest of records with witches. He's got a lot of scars from the hand of witch.

"We visit them." Is his only reply.

"You mean travel through the human realm and then into the witches realm?" I ask, not liking where this is going one bit.

"Yes." Jason says, giving me a level look in the eye.

"And how exactly do you propose we gain access into the witches realm? We all know that the witches have locked the portals from long ago." Crusher adds.

"Yes, how do you expect to get into the highly secure locked realm of the witches?" I question. Putting my knife and fork down, leaving those delicious pancakes on their plate. A small nagging feeling in the gut of my stomach is churning, telling me that I am not going to like his reply.

"Well, that is simple. We'll have a witch open the portal." His eyes light up with humour, giving me look. And there it is. He expects me to open that gate.

"Where on the goddesses planes are we going to get a witch?" Nate, his beta turns around and asks him.

"Yes, where are you going to get this witch from?" Tyson, crusher and I question in unison. Cause there is no way I'm opening that portal, I'd rather be skinned alive.

"Not to worry about. I already have a witch in mind. All that's left to do is convince her to do whatever witchy voodoo is required to open that portal. I don't think it should be too hard. After all, she owes me one, after a particularly nasty mess she created."

Guilt trip. He trying to guilt trip me into doing it.

"Really? And what kind of mess was this?" I ask, faking interest, my eyebrows coming together in a curious yet concerned look. As though I could actually give a shit.

My expression and caring tone putting shock on almost every rouges face. Crusher and Tyson on the other hand have cautious and suspicious expressions. They want to know what the hell in up to.

"A personal one. Though it did have a massive impact on the entire wolf society. It was quite a big deal. I still haven't yet managed to clean it all up, and fix what has been broken."

"Really, that's no good. Though if a witch is to ho to so much effort to cause you pain I highly doubt she'll want to do anything to ease said pain, as in no spells in your favour kind of thing. I hardly believe she'll open up the portal for you."

"Do you really think so? Good thing I have a few other things I can hold over her head. For example thanks to a few little unexpected discoveries, I now know where to find her. And let's just say my wolf would very much like to even the score for what she did. I'm pretty sure that will persuade her."

I see how it is now. The guilt trip doesn't work so move into threats. Yeah, good decision your highness, good decision. We'll see how far that one gets ya.

"Good luck with that one. Cause in my experience, witches don't react all to well to threats. " I place my hand on my knife. "They tend to get a little violent." He raises a little eyebrow at me. His eyes darkening, his wolf coming to the surface at the threat. He stands up slowly. Staring me down. I copy his movements. The knife griped in my hand. Everyone eyes widen. Realising somethings about to go down, yet not quite understanding why.

"Demina, do you really think you'll be able to beat me with a knife, it's going to take a more than that. A silver knife maybe, out that small thing, never."

"Your right." I say nodding my head, placing the knife gently back into the table. "But how about... This many knifes." As I say the word 'this' my eyes glow that beautiful vibrant purple and I raise hands into the air. And as my hands raise so do all of the knifes on the table. With a small twist of my hand I point them all towards Jason.

Everything gasps, a few people actually scream. Werewolves grabbing their mates and kids staging them behind them as to try and protect them. Protect the from what?!? The knifes aren't pointed at them, idiots. The remaining wolves slowly back away not wanting to get anywhere near me. And soon the only thing that separates me and Jason is one corner of a table.

Jason's eyes darken, his wolf coming to the surface, begging to be let out. Begging to tear me apart. Let's just say, since the wolf no longer feels the mate bond, he longer as any reservations about killing me. His canines elongate and his claws extend. Alpha wolves never take threats lightly. I've threatened him with approximately a hundred or so knifes, do make that really threatened. Let's not mention he's the AlphaKing's wolf, so that just heightens everything. Good thing I'm one of the best witches around.

With a loud growl his wolf tears through Jason's control, it was only a matter of time. At the sound most wolves cower and whimper, even Tyson flinches. And yet here I am, standing strong. No fear, no anything. Cause I know I'm going to win this fight.

The moment he becomes airborne I flick my wrists towards Jason, sending the knifes flying on direct paths towards him at great speeds. Every one of them hitting their mark.  I move back a few steps to make room before me. With an enraged howl of pain Jason hits the floor in front of me. Blood pouring onto the polished floors.

And if was possible everyone's eyes seem to open wider in shock.