Becoming Were

Chapter 17

~Allison's POV~

"Are you positive he's a rogue?"

Dylan and I stand up, "Do you really want to risk it?"

Dylan looks around my head to gaze at the boy. I don't know how I didn't notice his rough scar before, it runs from the side of his nose and disappears into his hairline. The boy's eyes look dull as he glares our way, not blinking.

"He's the only one..." Dylan mutters mostly to himself, "I want to talk to him."

"Are you crazy?" 

"No." He answers.

"Do you have a death wish?"

"That's insulting to my ego, you know. You have no faith that I can protect us." Dylan says, teasing. 

"Now's not the time," I say as I jab him with my elbow, pointing with my chin behind him. "Looks like you're going to get your wish."

The boy makes his way over to us, though not looking like he's in any hurry. He glances around out of the corner of his eye, like he's expecting someone to jump out at us.

I tug Dylan's hand. "Why aren't we leaving? Come on!"

Too late, the boy stops a few feet in front of us, as if he doesn't trust us enough to stand closer. The feeling's mutual.

"Who are you?" Dylan asks at once.

"That doesn't concern you." His deep voice says. He turns his dull eyes on me for a moment before turning back to Dylan. "I am here to warn you."

"Warn us?" I ask. I glance around nervously, looking for any sign of suspicious movement or eavesdroppers. Everyone seems to be oblivious to the tense scene that we have created.

He looks at me, "It is crucial that no one knows I have spoken to either of you. If they find out, well..."

"You're a rogue aren't you?" Dylan blurts.

The boy's jaw tenses and I feel my palms start to sweat. "Not by choice."

"What does that mean? I thought rogues leave their packs because they want to, they're solo wolves." I state.

"Yes, this is true in most cases. Sometimes, however, we have no choice."

"What does that mean?" I demand. Dylan looks uneasy but on guard, probably about as confused as I am.

"We don't have much time, they could already be here. You need to know, the rogues, we have a plan. You are all in trouble, we have been recruiting from all over the country. Our leader.. is sick." He stops, checking we are both listening.

"You have an Alpha?" Dylan asks.

"No, not Alpha. We use the name Dux as rogues believe in having no Alpha."

"Dux?"

"Latin for 'leader'," His deep voice continues, sounding rushed. "Dux is sick, not like an illness or bug, sick in the mind. Dux plans to kill every Were across the country of Alpha, Beta, or even Omega bloodlines. Dux doesn't want individual packs, Dux wants a dictatorship."

"If Dux wants to rein overall, why kill titled Weres?" Dylan questions. "Especially why the Omegas, they certainly aren't threats?"

"You could be surprised. Even if Dux was the leader of us all, the Alpha and Betas would still feel powerful, it's in their blood. Eventually they would rise together to overthrow their dictator. Dux knows this, you see. Regular werewolves, they are no trouble, it is not in their blood to lead packs."