ALPHA FEMALE - The Big Bad Bitch

1. Rogues

1. Rogues

Elijah's POV

"Eli, fifteen rogues at the northeast border. They are asking for you." Lucas, my beta mind linked me.

"Are they equipped?" I stood up from my recliner, happy to walk out from this stuffy and gloomy office of mine.

"Yes, they are but they handed over all their weapons. They say they are no threat. They don't look like they're going to attack, either. They just want to talk to the alpha." Lucas reported.

Reaching the front door of the pack house, I leaped and shifted to my midnight black wolf. Ripping my clothes in the process. Another reason for my younger sister, Margie to take me out shopping. Yay! Not my favorite time, I tell you.

Shaking my fur, I started running northeast of our territory. Coursing through the woods with ease. I grew up in these woods. My father used to train me here in the forest. Improving my agility and speed.

"I'm on my way." I replied.

After some minutes I got a whiff of them. Varying scent of wolves unlike wolves in a pack, they have a common scent specific for their own pack.

Stopping a few meters from where they are, I looked for a barrow with clothes. I slipped on a sweatpants from the barrow and marched to them.

Nearing, I can see the rogues. Men shielding the women and children behind them. Some women and children are shaking and weeping. Their clothing are old and filthy. But what caught my attention was there are few injured men and women. They do not look like a threat.

They felt me even before they saw me. Lucas and four other men of ours are aiming their guns to the group.

"Alpha." my men greeted.

"Put down your guns." I ordered.

"I'm Alpha Elijah of the Midnight pack. State your intention for coming to our land." I bellowed, full of authority.

"Alpha, I'm their leader, Jonas. We mean no harm. We were attacked. We ask for your kindness to let me and my people stay in your land." A man looking like he's in 30's (human years) stood in front of the group. He must be older than that. Wolves age slower physically than humans. We start to slowly age at 20.

"Where are you from and do you know who attacked your group?" I questioned. It's not every day that rogues are attacked. There are rebels or rogues that attack packs to take whatever they like but there are also group of rogues that lie low. They don't want or incapable of fighting so they build camps after camps on unclaimed lands. There are also rogues that stays with humans.

"We are from an unclaimed land in the north. We do not know who attacked us. We are not rebels, we only have weapons for protection but we do not inflict fights with other groups or packs. Also those people took six children and three women from our group." Jonas answered.

Looking at them, I can see how frightened his people are.

"I understand, Jonas. I will let you in our land. You have injured people, let my people lead them to our infirmary to heal. We also have cabins that you and your people can stay at." They may not be my people but they clearly need our help.

"Thank you so much, Alpha." Jonas replied.

"It's fine. Kean, Harold and Frank bring the injured to the infirmary. Lucas lead the others to the cabins and ask Amanda to bring them food and clothing."