Becoming Were

Chapter 18

~Allison's POV~

It's been three days since the kidnapping of Carson, the pack's tension has risen to an unbearable level. Ash is the worst, at the news of his mate's snatching, he has been locking himself in his room, only seeing the light of day when Luna Maria personally comes in and opens his window, coming in to talk with him. As Carson's mother, Maria knows more than anyone how Ash is feeling. Her mate was taken from her, no word still known about his location or state. Now, not only was Maria's mate taken from her, but her eldest son as well.

Doc has his hands full these days, Dylan has had our fighters out and about constantly, invading rogue dens where they may find any traces of the taken boys. Luckily, we haven't lost any fighters but we haven't seen many come back from a search without being covered in scratches or blood. It seems that there aren't many rogues like the scarred boy.

Speaking of the scarred boy, Dylan has followed his promise and none of the packs have been told about this boy. However, the packs all across the country have been contacted and informed of Dux and the rogues' plan. There are five other packs across the country, two of which have already identified their traitor and have... disposed of the issue.

We still haven't found our traitor, our Weres who have been questioning the adults haven't found anyone or anything that may suggest betrayal. We have hundreds of Weres in our packhouse, which I was quite surprised to find out. I knew our pack is big, but I didn't know we are the second largest in the country. With this fact in mind, it's taking our three investigators quite the time to question our adults. I know Luna Maria was right in assuming that the traitor is an adult, but I can't help but wonder about Beta Greg's comment. If our traitor really isn't an adult, how much despair must we suffer through before we figure it out.

"Come on, Alice!" Emily says, grabbing my arm and dragging me, both out of my thoughts, and out of our room. Although the pack is in a constant pessimistic state of mind, Emily and a few others have managed to force a smile for the benefit of the pack. 'Just because we're in a dark spot in our lives, doesn't mean we can't try to let some light in,' was Emily's answer when I asked her about her optimism. She told me that when she was in her old pack and things started getting bad, no one tried to lighten the atmosphere and it ended in Weres turning on each other, and only deepening the madness. With that thought in mind, I have agreed to help her try to brighten our pack life in hopes that we don't end up like her old pack, who ended up unknowingly assisting the rogues in their ultimate downfall.

Her sister, on the other hand, doesn't try to console anyone or sugar coat the 'shitty situation' we have got ourselves in. Hilary is acting as normal as possible, rolling her eyes at those who are engulfed in their own self pity, and finding any excuse to weasel herself out of the house. Max may be right about fact that she may not be the bitch we're looking for, but I can't help but hope she is, that way her and her attitude will have to leave the pack.

"Where are we going?" I ask as Emily drags me past endless rooms and halls, winding our way downstairs.

"Dylan told us to meet him in the Training Room," Emily explains.

"Where are all the adults?" I ask. Looking around, there is an obvious lack of older age.

Emily shrugs, still dragging me through endless rooms. "Probably at some meeting or being questioned."

Once I'm almost positive that if she hangs on any longer she will rip my arm off, Emily lets go. This house never ceases to amaze me when it comes to what we can find. I look around at the room we have entered. Walls painted a brilliant silver, weights and workout equipment everywhere. There's punching bags, treadmills, even a trampoline. There's a circular boxing ring in the middle of the room, where two boys are currently fighting. As I gaze around, I mostly see teenage boys working out, but as I look a second time, I see Hilary lounging on a chair in a pair of short-shorts and sports bra, her bleach blonde hair is in a high ponytail and she doesn't seem like she's come down here to work out.