Taken

16-The Plan

So I was still locked in the room. Sure, I had plenty of things to do like getting started on the painting, but my rage is at a high level and I can't concentrate on anything. It's been 8 days and I don't think Jack's letting it on this anytime soon.

But Jack, you will feel,

My,

RAGE.

He did keep his promise. Three times a day, someone brings me meals. They are very good, but I usually just eat quickly and think of a plan to escape. So far, I've got nothing.

My dream still terrified me, and left me with so may unanswered questions. Who were the gorgeous women around me, why did they have wings, and why wasn't I fighting? And who was attacking my father?

I guess I could figure the last one out. It was probably the same person who sent me the note. The 'Rogue King'. The Blue Moon Pack probably allied with the Black a Shadow Pack when they decided to fight.

And who knows? Maybe the dream didn't mean anything and I just thought it up in my angry state. I was feeling violent and my dream reflected that. The part about the angels and my dad still had me confused though, because I wasn't feeling sad or religious. I just opted not to think about it.

Jack also kept his promise about the guards, though. Jumping out the window isn't an option- there are guards there. So now I'm confused. I did read in a book that a guy could wait until the guards switched shifts and then he left, but it would still be hard to pick the lock. I thought more about that plan.

If I picked the lock and then waited until the guards left, I might be able to get out. The only problems would be doing the lock picking quietly and finding something do unlock the door with.

I went through every single bag and came up with nothing. I realized I would just have to smash the lock. For the rest of the day I kept my ear against the door and listened for anything to indicate that the guards were switching shifts. Finally, I heard a guy say:

"Finally, our shift is done! Want to get some drinks?" I then heard two pairs of feet run down the stairs. It was now or never. When I got out of here, and after I yelled at Jack for putting me in here, I'd have to talk to Jack about the responsibility of the guards. You should never leave your shift spot until the next guards came, but at the moment, I was thankful for the opportunity.

I stepped back, took a deep breathe, and charged at the door, successfully breaking the lock. The door opened and I ran out. Unfortunately, I knew I would bruise soon, but with my enhanced werewolf healing, it will be gone within the next 15 minutes. But still, that hurt.

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I was on a mission to find Jack and nothing was got to stop me.

I stormed into the kitchen, a scowl permanently etched on to my face. That boy is in trouble, and he is going to get what's coming for him. Although I can't really call him a boy, because technically he's an adult, and he's older than me. But at the moment, none of that mattered to me.

I got some weird looks from some of his pack, but they didn't slow me down. I smiled sweetly at some of the pups, but then the scowl resumed its position on my face. Hey shouldn't have to be scared of their future Luna, But I didn't have to worry about smiling at the older wolves because they most likely New what had happened. I even caught a few smiling at me with a proud expression on their faces. That made me so happy. His pack was proud to get a Luna with a backbone.

As much as my mother was a great leader, she submitted so quickly. I got my stubbornness from my dad.

If I was being honest, half of me wanted to find Jack to yell at him, and to tell him that if he ever did anything stupid like that again, he should get used to sleeping on the couch. There was no way we could move forward in a relationship with him acting how he was.

But the other half of me, I wanted to run into his arms and never leave. I wanted to feel the sparks that go off when our skin makes contact. I missed those, and I missed him. Once you met your mate, 8 days was a long time to be without them.

When I finally found Jack, he was with another guy. The rogue from the mall to be exact. I could tell because of his familiar scent of old cheese. Most werewolves have a nice scent, but the crazy rogues all have disgusting ones. It reflects their personalities.

The rogue was being held up by his neck, my mate's hands were doing the holding of it's neck. Jack looked extremely close to snapping it.

But I knew better. If he snapped that rogue's neck, we would have no answers. And that was all we needed. This rogue needed to be questioned, and I'm gonna have a hard time getting answers out of a corpse if Jack kills him.

"Jack! Don't!" I shouted. But it was too late. He snapped the rogue's neck.

I thought that must have been what his dad was like. Acting before thinking. And I knew that's what got his dad killed. He wanted violence before thinking about the consequences of his acts.

I never asked about Jack's mom. I had never seen her around. I always thought that she was helping Jack get their pack a new reputation, but I never see her, and Jack does all the work himself. Perhaps his mom's in a hospital as she could end up going crazy without her mate. That would mean both of Jack's parents were gone. I felt bad for him. But at this moment, all I could see was his father.

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