A Rouge with Powers

Chapter 33

"Okay, so from here Topia is about a three day trek from here." Tyler points at the map, gliding his finger from our location to the location of the research center. After breakfast, we started packing up and getting everything ready to continue our journey, mapping our direction.

"There will be a few neutral areas we will have to pass along with some suspected rouge. hideouts. We will have to shift continuously since we can't always be in wolf form." Looking at the map, I spot three different neutral towns. Neutral towns are consisted of both humans and other beings ranging from wolves, witches, vampires and any other species that just wants to be left alone. Wolves who live here are considered rouges but the kind that just wants to live quietly, usually peaceful. They just couldn't find a pack who would accept them and had no where else to go. Neutral land is supposed to be safe, all species that live there usually keep to themselves and don't fight others, even if they don't like each other. They all want the same thing, peace and quiet.

"We will be stopping to at least one of the neutral lands for a night, depending on how fast we travel." Tyler adds. We are all huddled around the circular table in the middle of the old alpha office planning out the details, as they continue their discussion I walk off headed for the desk. My pack in my hand as I go to retrieve the items that I left the last time I was in here. Looking at the journal and then to the dagger, knowing we will have to bring them. Dropping the pack I grab the dagger, moving it around to get another look at it, enchanted by the item. Such a beautiful item for something meant to kill.

Keep it close

My wolf voices, a pull that both her and I can feel. Like it's supposed to be mine, like it was meant for me. The conversation in the back gets quieter and quieter as I continue my examination of the weapon. Knowing Hopper wanted it makes me relieved that it's here instead, the two things he wants the most out of his reach. I smile at the thought, for now we have the upper hand. Looking down to the chest filled with the Wolfssegen aware that they need to be destroyed or locked up so no rouges get their hands on them. The hidden drawer not an option anymore.

"Is there some where we can hide these? We can't keep them out in the open and I'm not sure we can destroy them yet." I implore as I shove the journal into my pack, something to read while we rest. 

"Hmm, I do have a safe in the basement, it's shielded with a camouflage spell." Tyler suggests. I nod in agreement as I zip my pack.

"You're taking that?" I turn towards Jax, still holding onto the dagger, having no intention to part with it. If my wolf feels we should keep it then I won't be leaving it behind.

"I am yes." I sheath the dagger resting between both my shoulder blades, a convenient and easy to reach spot, a hidden area from anyone in front of me. Before leaving Jax's pack, I was given combat clothes. Clothes with hidden compartments for small daggers and other weapons, guess it was useful after all. He eyes the dagger on my back, seeming uncomfortable with the idea.

"You think it's a good idea to bring it? Should we leave it here with the coins?" I shrug, brushing the suggestion off. I've made my decision and I don't intend on changing it.

"No." I lift my pack onto my shoulders, getting comfortable with it on. He sighs as Tyler grabs the chest and leaves the room.

"I'll go put these away and grab my stuff." He informs down the hall, Cade following him out probably to get his stuff as well.

"Is that a good idea?" He continues on with the subject, walking up to me.

"Yep." Popping the 'P' as a I answer him. The safest place is with me, I can feel it and so does my wolf. I take in his scent, instantly relaxing me while his appearance is giving me butterflies and making my knees weak. I hold my posture so I don't fall. His black compression shirt, sleeves stopping at the edge of his shoulders exposing his muscled arms. The shirt leaving nothing to the imagination as the lines of his abs are very clear. His black cargo pants secured at his hips loose but still tight enough to move easily in. His combat boots thudding with every step the closer he gets to me, his dark blonde hair slicked back with a little gel letting it still move freely and falling to one side just above his ear. Clean shaven face, his green eyes keeping their gaze on me.