Wild Beauty (complete)

Interrogation Room

I'm bored out of my mind! Dean made me stay in the pack house because they went to fight some rogues, maybe some hunters too; I'm not sure. All the others are at the mall probably. The bad thing is, is that there is no one else in this house but me.

So right now I'm blaring my favorite song on my iPod; Fade Away by We Came As Romans. (They're a punk rock band, if you like screamo than listen to them).

I won't fade away

Like the ones before

I won't let you down

We'll leave 'em miles away

I know your heart's been torn

I won't let you down

However long it takes

I will, I will never break

Whatever path we take

I won't, I won't fade away

I finished singing the chorus when I about jumped out of my skin. I heard someone clapping and turned around. There stood my mate and his entourage.

"You guys scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry babe, we just wanted to surprise you," Dean said, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.

I smiled and hugged him, "so how did the fight go?"

"It went well, some people got injured but not too terribly bad. We kept one of the rogues for questioning but he's not saying anything."

"Hold on, why are you guys questioning him?"

"Cuz this is the fifth rogue attack in a month," Brock chimed in.

"Ooooh, maybe he's not saying anything because you guys are being too forceful." I said. "Could I try questioning him?"

"No way, he's too dangerous for you to be around." Dean said.

"So, you guys will be there to make sure nothing happens to me," I persuaded.

"She's got a point dude," Dallas added in.

Dean took a deep breath and sighed, "fine, let's go."

"So you guys have a dungeon."

"Yep," Dean said popping the 'p'.

"Since this is the medieval ages, where's the moat and fancy drawbridge?" I said, trying to crack a joke.

"Haha, that's hilarious." Nash said sarcastically.

I giggled, I thought it was funny, right when we arrived at the cell the rogue was in.

He was tied to a chair made out of steel. It looked like he was in a lot of pain by just sitting. He had matted, dull brown hair. Gross. He also had bloodshot eyes, which made the green irises stand out. He was shirtless and had a descent body, but not as good as Deans.

I opened the cell door and the rogue looked up at me and smirked. I heard Dean growl protectively and shushed him.

"Hey there, what's your name?" I say cautiously.

"Tell me yours first."

"My name is Montana but you can call me Anna for short if you'd like."

He smirked again, creepier than before, "why don't you smell like a werewolf?"

"Because I'm not one."

"You don't smell human either."

"That's because during the winter I go to the north pole and turn into a narwhal."

"Very funny," he chuckled.

"Now, why are you here mister...?"

"Carson, Samuel Carson. You can call me Sam for short," he said with a wink. Dean growled again and I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you here Sam?"

"Your pure breeds forced me here." Sam bluntly said.

"Let me start again. Why are you in so much pain right now?"

"Cuz I'm strapped to a chair made out of fucking silver."

"I'm sorry to hear that Sam. If you answer our questions we'll let you go."

His face perked up at that, "really?"

I nodded my head yes and Sam started to look giddy.

"So, why are you here?"

"Why do you care?" I rolled my eyes in frustration.

"We just want to know. Are you looking for something?"

"You could say that."

"Stop beating around the bush and tell me what are you looking for." I rubbed my hand down my face. I wish he could cooperate better.

"Fine, fine. No need to be rude." Pause, "we're here to find someone."

"Who?" Brick shouted out.

I turned around and glared at him, "who are you looking for?"

"The Luna." I gasped, now knowing I was in danger. I heard Dean growl and heard a punching noise. Great, he's mad.

"Who sent you here?" I asked almost pleading.

"I'm not supposed to tell. If I do I'll be punished," Sam said, the fear obvious in his eyes and trembling voice. "I'll give you a hint though. His name rhymes with bad."

Chad. I instantly thought. I felt my eyes change into their creepy black color from my anger building up. I feel like need to kill something. I looked at Sam. Or someone.

"You want to now what I really am Samuel?"

"Yes, I really do actually."

I smirked and let my wings emerge in their sharp metal form, "I'm your worst fucking nightmare."

I saw his eyes grow large and heard him scream bloody murder right before I ripped his head off. I tossed it on the ground and watched it roll away.

Turned around and saw Dean and the other pack members that were there stare at me in shock.

"I'm gonna go for a fly," I said right before I left the dungeon.

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Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I hope you liked this chapter.

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-Fade Away by We Came As Romans-