Engraved in Piedra

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Kendall ^^^

Kendall gasped awake, struggling against the silver chains that bound his arms above his head and to the wall. "Fuck," He groaned, slamming the back of his head against the cold stone he was propped upon. He used his wolf's dull emerald eyes to look around the dark room. It practically looked like a dungeon with red stone walls and chains strewn over every surface. It was then he realized he wasn't alone.

"You're not gonna get out," A voice told him as he continued to yank at his bindings.

"Watch me," He growled, feeling his wolf's strength start to diminish.

"They're silver," The voice chirped.

Kendall looked up to see a boy directly across from him, chained by his ankle. He was a good few years younger than Kendall. He had a deeply tanned, lean body with defined muscle and average height. He had muddy brown eyes and short caramel colored hair that was slicked up, looking like he'd run his hands through it often. His body was bruised and dirty, like that of an Omega would be, but his flawless face and smooth skin seemed regal and high ranking. "Who are you?"

"The name's Cameron." The boy's voice was deeper than that of any Omega Kendall had encountered.

"Where am I? Why are you here?"

"To keep you company, 'course," He grinned, chuckling at himself. "I'm the pack troublemaker. I end up here when they don't wanna deal with me. This is like their holding cells."

Kendall groaned, "What pack is this?"

"Piedra Clan," The boy replied with a slight Spanish accent. All color drained from Kendall's face as he suddenly realized why this Omega was so masculine. This was a red stone clan. The most barbaric of wolves ever to walk the Earth; and Piedra was the original clan. The start of southwestern werewolf lineage.

"Oh fuck."

"What?"

"I'm a fucking Rogue." He growled causing the boy to chuckle.

"I figured as much."

"I accidently put one foot in your fucking territory and the next thing I know I got fucking kidnapped by three of the biggest wolves I've ever seen in my life. Only to find out I was in the fucking Piedra Clan's territory and my slow death is about to be preformed by a horde of beasts." Kendall once again desperately tried to break free of his chains.

The boy let out a laugh, "You're fucked man."

"Thanks you little fucking sunshine." Kendall snarled.

"Wait, how did you not know this was clan territory? The territory line is pretty obvious. I mean it's a canyon." Cameron tilted his head.

Kendall glared at the kid. "I was a little... disoriented. It's not my fault." He snapped.

"Well," Cameron dragged out the 'L'. "You could plead to the Alpha to join the clan."

Kendall sighed, still working at the chains. "I'm a Rogue for a reason. I've never belonged to a pack and I sure as hell don't want to join a clan. I wouldn't last a week with you fucking crazy people."

"First of all," Cameron glared, "Rude. Second, it's better than being dead."

"I'd rather be dead than be the Omega of a red stone clan. Especially the fucking Piedra Clan." The other wolf growled, arms becoming intensely sore as he fought his bonds.

"You swear a lot. And c'mon, is our reputation really that bad?" Cameron grumbled, playing with his chain.

"Yes," Kendall snarled, yelping suddenly when the silver chain finally broke through his skin and burned him.