Weres

11. Missing Rogues

Shawn, the Alpha of Oakheart's pack, barely controlled the urge to tear apart the rogue in front of him. The rogue's insolence was fueling his rage. 

His pack members stood in circle, surrounding the man that only an hour ago had given them the chase of their lifetime. Some of them were still panting.

Alpha's anger simmered down once he felt familiar warm tingles on his shoulder. He turned around to find his mate patting his shoulder gently. She stood there silent, her eyes signaling him to be more mindful while dealing with the rogue kind. 

Shawn took a deep breath before turning his glare back on the rogue.

When Lilian, Shawn's mate, had been made aware of the trespasser in their territory, she insisted on accompanying her mate for the interrogation. Rogues were a sore point for Shawn, so Lilian knew he needed someone to keep him level-headed when dealing with one.

"You filthy rogues, you think you can bring us down if you work together. Tell us what you are up to and I might consider killing you. Less painfully," Shawn spat, his voice laced with venom.

"Alpha Shawn, we both know rogues are too independent to work with another of their kind. Did you miss your alpha lessons while you were running around with your little mate?" The rogue mocked.

By then, Shawn was gritting his teeth, barely holding himself from ripping the man's heart out of his chest. Lilian was well in tune with her mate's anger, but she also didn't want the rogue slaughtered before they knew his intentions for crossing into their pack's territory. 

It was no news that Shawn had a short temper, the only fault to his otherwise perfect personality.

"Maybe you should let Hunter continue with the interrogation," Lilian advised.

"No," Shawn replied without missing a beat.

"We both know you won't get anywhere with him if we continued like this." Her hands were now rubbing his back.

Shawn knew his mate was right. He would not be able to hold himself back from strangling the rogue if he continued acting this way. The alpha in him couldn't tolerate disrespect, more so from a rogue.

"Take him to the cellars," Shawn ordered his men, who followed as their Alpha commanded.

"By the way, I am Cole," the man let out as he was dragged away by two men. Shawn glared at him. "Just telling. It'd be nice to be addressed by my name, rather than the 'filthy rogue'."

A threatening growl escaped Shawn's throat. 

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Hunter trudged through the dark hallways, devising the questions to get the rogue to spill his secrets. The only source of light through these passages were bulbs that glowed dimly, blocking your vision beyond the five steps. Had it not for his werewolf sight, Hunter would have tripped over nothing. 

This building stood as a sore sight among others in the pack territory. Hunter never understood why cellars needed to look like some haunted mansion, when all they meant to do were contain some rabid wolves. This creepy aura might scare a feeble human but it was not fooling any werewolf.

Being the beta of the pack was no easy task, especially when your alpha was a short tempered imbecile. Even though Hunter was two years younger, he and Shawn had been together since they were cubs. 

Hunter had watched Shawn grow and turn into a fine alpha and lead their pack to become one of the strongest in the world. 

Shawn's mate, Lilian, was a perfect match for his alpha. With time she acquired the ability to calm his rage and make him see reason. No other wolf had yet mastered that skill, and it is highly doubtful if some other wolf ever would. They both were strong wolves, but together, they were unstoppable.