The Lone She-Wolf

Chapter 15

Diane's POV

It had been easy to take my place as head of the Rogue General's old fortification, far to easy and it was almost amusing to see how much the Rogues were lacking in their training since I'd killed my mother. I had immediately targeted the idiot who thought he could run this batch of rejects... this fortification may have been one of the smaller weaker groups that were under RK's rule, but my mother never let them be this small or this weak. It had taken me the first few days to prove that I was serious about them training again and I pushed them harder than my mother had ever pushed them. They were becoming formidable in the eyes of every pack that was nearby... I knew this because Cleo's father had been leaving me a few messages updating me on her pregnancy and asking me to call him in order to tell him where I was and why the rogues were found to be training deep within the neutral grounds.

I couldn't answer him. I missed Cleo and Andrew more than I knew I should, but there wasn't really anything that I could do about it... so I tried to focus on the real reason as to why I came back to this wretched place. The reason I push myself harder than the Rogues in order to get them to be strong enough to help me free them... and to free myself. RK was the source of everything that had gone wrong for so many lives for longer than I have even been alive, although the real trouble didn't take root until SHE had entered RK's life.

"You had better knock before you even think about entering my office." I snap at the sound of wolves gathering on the other side of the office door as I quickly secure my mask from the before Claude took me away from this fortification... a mask that I'd worn until I had ripped my mother's heart from out of her chest, her blood still staining it even after multiple attempts to bleach it out of the white fabric.

"Alpha, may we enter?" I heard the Rogue known as Chandler call through the door in a tone that informed me that he wasn't in a good mood.

"You have permission to enter." I reply in an icy tone to let him know that his tone had better change by the time he walked through my office door other wise he'd have something more than his next training session to dread, "What do you want Chandler?"

"You said you wanted to know whenever people were heading for this fortification... well we've had spies calling in saying that your former Blood-Sister is heading this way with your former big brother as well as a small group of wolves and vamps." Chandler tells me as I sort through some of the papers on my desk and I pause long enough to glance at him with a raised brow.

"And this surprises you?" I question him with a hard glare that has the wolves around him getting more than a little nervous, including Chandler, "I left them without any kind of warning and you really think that they're the kind of people who would just let something like that go? Sorry to burst your pathetic little bubble, but they aren't like us."

"No offense, but we're not entirely convinced that you're not like us anymore either." Chandler growls at me slightly and I instantly feel the cold rush of the inner rage I can barely control come forward as I became a blur... I slammed Chandler against the wall by his throat, his feet off the ground and I knew that I had my old dark expression covering my face.

"If it has ever been unclear as to who or what I am, let this be your goddess forsaken reminder that I am the one in charge here. Not you, and we all know what happened to RG." I growl back at Chandler as I tighten my grip on his neck just a little more, "And just to make sure I'm fully understood, I want you to think about this... If I had no issue killing my own mother by ripping out her heart, what makes you think I'll even bat an eye at killing you to just prove a point?"

The slight  widening of Chandler's eyes told me that he was clearly hearing me and I smirked at him before throwing him toward the section of my walls that was closest to my office door. I sent a glare in the other wolves direction as I waited for Chandler to get up... once he was up again, I took my spot behind my desk once more and placed my palms upon the smooth surface as I lean forward just a little bit. Chandler's gaze immediately drifted down to my chest which was partially on display, but I knew that nothing would happen because if he tried anything I'd be able to kick his ass from here to tin-buck-two and back.

"This is what needs to happen, and it will happen immediately after this meeting." I tell them and then point at the map, "There's no doubt that the vampire from my past is leading them here... we will move everyone to this hidden valley right next to RK's castle, not even he is aware that it exists there. RK will be focusing more on the group that's searching for me because he thinks that they will lead him to me... but I'm going to be right under his nose the entire time.

"You will not hurt them, you will not kill them... you will bring them to the hidden valley and you will keep them from coming after me." I tell these wolves icily, "This fight is between me and RK, I'm not about to risk anyone Rogue or otherwise when this battle to the death takes place."

"Anything else?" Chandler asks me as a blank expression takes over his face.

"No. Get everyone moving and make sure that the team that's getting my old friends... you be sure to lead them out there quickly Chandler." I reply before giving them a clear dismissal by turning away from them and going through my own weapons that are sitting upon a table behind me.

I heard them all leave... except for Chandler. He was still leaning against my desk, heavier than normal because he had his hands on my desk as he glared down at my map as I removed my jacket and my button up blouse in order to pull on my weapon holsters and straps. I ignore his silent brooding, even as his younger sister comes walking into my office, I ignore their silent conversation with each other and continue to adjust the straps and holsters so that I can fit as many hidden weapons as I possibly could because the fight I was going to have to face wasn't going to be at all easy to accomplish.

"Is there something I can help you with, Sylvia?" I question as I tighten my final strap, raised my left foot so that I could roll up my pant leg so that I can place hidden blades within my boot and a small defensive gun upon my ankle before rolling my pant leg back down in order to conceal the weapons that I had placed there... I then repeated the process with my right leg.

"I was actually hoping, Alpha, that I could speak with you with my brother present." Sylvia says and I look over at her with a blank expression and an almost bored aura.

"Sure. What do you wanna talk about?" I reply in a tone that lets them know just how bored I really am and Chandler's head snaps up to look at me with a somewhat angry glare as I double check the straps on my thighs that would soon hold as many blades as I could possibly fit within them.

"It's about your plan... It's a stupid idea to go on this suicide mission." Sylvia tells me in a tight but confident tone as she gazes at me and never breaks that gaze... even after I thrust one last blade into the thigh strap on my right thigh and give her a dark glare at her remark.

"So you're telling me that you not only think that I'm on a suicide mission, but that it's a stupid one at that?" I ask her in a dark tone as I turn my glare from her to her brother and back again, "I'm starting to think that I have a small case of amnesia, because I don't recall when you were given the right to question my decisions... and it's not a suicide mission. It's a homicidal one."

"A homicidal plan? Just what are you getting yourself into, Alpha?" Chandler asks me as I put guns into both of my hip holsters, the holsters at the small of my back before putting extra clips already fully loaded with ammo in the slots that were available... yeah, I was a less awesome version of Kate Beckinsale crossed with Lara Croft, but at least I could say that I was the reality that they pretended to be in the movies that they starred in. Granted that I didn't go around raiding tombs, but I have traveled all over the world.

"I'm not getting myself into anything... I'm going to finish something that was started long ago." I reply in a dry manner as I holster guns by my rib cage and sides since it was a custom made holster set that holds four guns instead of two.

"Then how come you seem to think that you have to do things on your own? Why can't we help you with whatever this is?" Sylvia asks as I pull on a button up blouse on over my tank top and holsters, grabbing my black fake-leather jacket from my desk chair as I face the two of them.

"This isn't your fight... it was never anyone's fight but mine." I tell them, walking past both of them with my weapons silently weighing me down enough to remind me that I was still more humane than the people who had brought me into this world.

"That doesn't mean that you have to go it alone... I just wish you'd ask us for help every now and again." Chandler murmurs just before I pass through the doorway, but neither makes a move to join or to stop me from heading to my mission.

"I've always done things alone." I reply as I walk down the many stairs to where my motorcycle is kept secretly from everyone else, and where I finally put on my jacket, "That's the whole point of being a Lunar Descendant."