The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Twenty: Growl

Welfen P.O.V

I hadn't known who had snatched my mate's brother but I most definitely knew it now. I honestly should have known. Only a select few people had the keys to cells, and few people had the alpha, my fathers, permission to enter the basement.

It had to be Gordon and his little group of warriors. They were typically assigned the guarding position, meant to watch out for rogues around our pack borders. They were by no means supposed to go into town unless they weren't on duty or if they smelt a rogue in the town. Most rogues knew better than to enter the town. I know that if I checked the schedule for shifts that his group would be assigned to be on patrol, meaning they probably weren't doing their jobs.

As much as my kind dislikes vampires, without probable cause, we aren't supposed to attack them. Vampires usually stay away from us, out of our way. The school technically isn't on pack lands, it's just past the border by about a mile so they aren't breaking any pack boundaries. Sure the town is under our protection but only a fourth of the actual town is under pack borders so they could roam their two. There should be no reason as to why they were there in the first place and they were about to face me about it.

I first checked evidence, they were supposed to be out on patrol, based on the time catalog my father kept in his office, but if anyone asks, I didn't go in there without his permission. The scent would probably be gone from town so I go to the basement.

I dislike the basement. I feared it as a kid. When I was much younger, rogues popped up all the time and sometimes at night you could just hear them growling, even passed the locked basement door. It was loud and it always smelled around the entrance. Rogue disappeared around the time I turned eleven. They still popped up from time to time but it was getting more and more uncommon as the years go by. I don't know if the rogues disappearing is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it meant that fewer people were getting kicked out of their packs. It could also mean that they simply weren't coming to our pack and that they were pestering another. Either way, it was better for my pack.

I walked down into the basement, smelling the prudent smell of blood that should have been cleaned up a while back. It was very clear that no one in my pack took the time to make it at least slightly decent around here. Then again, I don't think anyone in my pack wants to spend more time than necessary in the basement. I would do it myself but the basement . . . I don't think I could stomach being in the basement for very long. For a human, they might only smell the blood and some bodily liquids like piss and sweat but I could smell it ten-fold and it was making me sick to my stomach. Very few places smelt as badly as the basement. Next time I'm in a store I'm buying some Febreeze to make this place smell like laundry, anything but blood, piss, and sh*t.

The moment I was at the bottom of the stairs, my suspicions were confirmed by the faint smell of the pack members, two of which had no approval to be down here. Their scents were fresh, recent. The only more recent scent was my mates and I'm certain that that was him coming down to save his brother. I rushed out of the basement, one to go and catch those assholes and two because if I stayed down in that basement any longer I was going to puke.

If the catalog was correct the guys should be on patrol right now. Rushing out of the pack house, I shift into my wolf form and allowed Rafe to take the handles the run there. He liked to do the running part the big fluff ball. He was truly a puppy at heart. I didn't know when we'd be able to just run again so now was a better time then any I guess.

Since I had a bad feeling about these guys, I called my father through the pack link, telling him exactly what I knew and he said he was on his way with back-up, not that we needed it.

There is truly nothing better than being able to just run freely in wolf form. The wind gently caressing your fur, the way your paws crashed against the ground as you ran faster than you ever could in your human form. The way everything was advanced from my hearing to my sight. It was something humans would never understand. The connection between wolf and human was a unique one. It was one that every person should be able to experience but doesn't.

When we finally made it halfway through the woods, Rafe was able to smell their scents along with the strong smell of beer. After this, they most definitely would be knocked down positions in the pack if not completely kicked out. They have broken so many rules that it was disgraceful not only to the pack but to my father, the alpha.

Once I saw them in sight, sitting around drinking, I let out a low growl, anger seeping out of me in waves. The men jumped up in a panic, their eyes instantly finding mine before they relaxed for a moment upon realizing it was me . . . and then tensed when they truly realized what me being here meant.

Gordon looked like he was ready to pee himself in front of his buddies and his buddies looked ready to do the same.

"W-w-welfen! L-look boy w-we can e-e-explain!" Gordan said, his stutter was funny to me.

I had been right and smart about contacting my father earlier, warriors in wolf form approached from the bushes and trees, surrounding the men, my father leading them all. My father was a true alpha.

My father looked at them, the beers and with a deep breath, let out a heart-stopping growl.