The Legend of Scarlett Grey

Chapter Three

A/N: I honestly had no idea what happened with this chapter. It was written at 4am, so excuse any mistakes.

Scarlett was in a marvellous mood.

Of course, on the outside, she had a particular image to maintain. The sobbing mess, vulnerable, confused – the perfect wolfy damsel in distress. But on the inside, the word smug just wouldn't do what she was feeling justice.

The Patroller was actually escorting her deeper into his territory – exposing his Pack to a threat without even realising it. He was taking her to his Alpha thinking he was being a good Wolf, a good Samaritan, helping a poor lost soul who had seen horrendous things, too cruel for innocent eyes. To top it all off, the Patroller was genuinely worried for her.

The concern in his eyes wasn't fake as he looked at her shivering self, the way he wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a comforting gesture wasn't forced. He truly was a good Wolf – a good man. It was a shame, really.

For even a good man following the wrong person can be coerced into doing bad things under a false pretence.

Scarlett had found this in many Packs she'd forced her way into – whether for the shits and giggles or just purely for the gain of information. Alpha's held the last word over everything – they controlled who came and went, what food was grown or imported, and who was deemed a threat.

They held the power, and it was willingly given. Those who followed a Pack were doing so, not because of birth-right or obligation. Most Wolves followed those who they trusted with the power they would give them. Alphas were only as strong as their Pack let them be – unless they enforced fear into the making of a Pack's foundation. Either way, Alpha's held the responsibility in their hands.

Scarlett was targeting Silver Wood's Alpha. She was searching for information that only Alpha's would be entitled to know. Silver Wood so far wasn't exactly showing great security, or skill, something that it used to possess all those years ago. So she imagined that their Alpha was either inexperienced – all brawn and no brain, or he was extremely clever and manipulative.

Both options would make her day, but she was betting money that it would be the first. He'd lost lives already and didn't even know of it yet.

Weak, and therefore with the possibility of being easily swayed. Easy game.

The Patroller holding her was muttering comforting words to her as he held her tight to his side, obviously not caring about the blood that rubbed off onto his skin. She hiccupped to give herself a reason not to reply to his words, and instead focused subtly on their surrounding as the trees began to fan out more widely spaced apart, eventually leading to a large man-made clearing.

The Pack Village.

It was pretty much how she remembered it to be – not large or impressive, but nothing you'd go against without a solid plan.

Little houses dotted the large space, lights gleaming out of glass windows. There were only over dozen or two, and they all formed a circular formation around the main house – Pack House.

Scarlett remembered it to be more of a recreational space, the place for meetings and well – recreational activities. Back then, the Alpha had lived amongst the pack, in one of the little houses, but from the new floor that had been added to the Pack House, she doubted this was the case now.

It was two stories high, and wide. It was a simple building, the wood design stained a warm earthy red. It seemed to glow from the inside from all of the light in the windows.