Chapter Three : Sharp Knives

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Chapter Three

Sharp Knives

Isaac's POV:

I hear a crack and drop him. The body goes to the floor, limp, staining the concrete red. I stand up straight and use the back of my arm to wipe my forehead and grunt as I realize I just smeared the rogues blood onto my face. Disgusting.

"Take care of this." I growl as I walk out of the cell, leaving behind the two guards and a shredded corpse.

I stop in one of the shower rooms to strip the bloodied clothes from my body and rinse away the putrid scent of the half dead rogues blood. The water and soap did little to ease me as the prison it self smelt of the filthy, feral wolves that were awaiting their turn in the cells. I quickly dry off and throw on some shorts before leaving the showers.

I make my way out of the prison quickly, wanting to get out of the rancid air and sigh in relief as fresh air fills my lungs for the first time in hours. My muscles feel tense as I move, starting the five mile hike back toward the pack house where a warm meal and my nephews smiling face awaits. His excited chatter about what he did at school will be much more welcome than the screams of the filthy piece of shit that had entered my territory early this morning.  Castien growls in agreement, looking forward to Dante's smiles and the welcoming embrace of our pack family.

I hear a branch crack and my head snaps to the left making the approaching wolf pause momentarily. Mike bows his head as he emerges from the shadows, showing submission and I nod my head in return. He saunters over next to me, pushing me in the direction of the pack house with his nose.

'Pushy fucker, I felt like walking in human form. Castien is on edge' I send through our pack link and he nods, not bothering to reply.

He moves that he can walk next to me and I run my fingers through the pepper colored fur on his giant wolfy head. I catch a whiff of Mikes usual musky scent but a very faint unfamiliar undertone catches my attention. The scent drifting off of him that sets Castien off, making him growl in my head but I brush it off. Knowing my wolf it's just because he doesn't like that our brother's scent is off.

"Cassie send you to fetch me fore dinner?" I ask as we approach the large field where out pack meetings are usually held.

'Dante, he is excited to tell you about his new friend and you haven't seen him in a few days.' He answers using our link and giving me a pointed look.

"I've been busy." I grunt, annoyed at how many rogues had been trespassing lately.

'You look like shit bro. How long has it been since you showered or shaved for that matter? You're starting to look like a mountain man.' He said with a wolfy chuckle.

I shrug and answer, "Like I said, I've been busy. Boarder patrol just keeps picking up new scents constantly. It's becoming a nuisance."

He huffs and shakes his head, but keeps quiet as we walk. I know he is concerned or he would have just sent me a mind link to get home soon. Normally I make this walk alone and that's when I do make it back to the pack house. Usually I don't.

'I didn't just come out here tonight to appease my son. I need to talk to you about the two new additions to Willow Falls.' He informs me.

I turn to him with a raised brow, "New additions? When did this happen?"

He sits down on a patch of cleared dirt, letting me know that this is a conversation he does not want someone else to hear. His posture is stiff, meaning he is worried and that doesn't sit well with me. What is it about these new comers that has him so on edge?

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