Long Live The Queen|Published

Fourteen

Elora squat on a piece of rubble. Everyone around her buzzed, the boys helping aid the wounded. Well, Malakai sniffed them out and Lucas healed them.

She hummed as Demetrius and Elio conversed behind her. Elora pushed her sunglasses up.

Her glowing eyes trailed over the bodies, dead and alive. She could feel lingering eyes, knowing people were judging her. Elora didn't care about the blood on her face, in fact I had to hide her smile.

God, she loved a good battle

She met each and every critical gaze. Before her own zeroed in on a twitching body.

"Hmm, survivor," Elora pursed jet lips in curiosity. Lazily she, interrupting the men speaking.

She hummed as her heeled boots ambled on towards the naked shifter. She kicked a torn cloth over his privates in disinterest.

Everyone's eyes followed her movement. Each foot was planted on either side of his body. She huffed as she set her hands on her hips, bending at the waist.

"Now what are you doing alive, mister?" She reached for one of her shiny new blades.

"Elora!" The Witch glared at the loud voice. Her eyes flickered to Elio who was following her mate. Elio pushed forward to inspect the man.

"This guy... he's a councilman's right hand man. Shawn Heffley...Fuck!" He exclaimed. Elora absorbed the information.

She grinned excitedly as she sheathed her knife. Demetri narrowed his eyes on suspicion. The Witch kneeled down by the assholes side and rubbed her palms together fiercely.

Energy crackled as it gathered.

"Clear!" She yelled and slapped them against his chest.

She may have over done it as she flew back at the amount of power. Large hands caught her figure, Elora slackened at the familiarity.

Demetrius drew her into his body and she glanced at the man who gasped for breath.

His skin had charred hand prints on it.

Elora giggled quietly at the sight as the offender shot up. Adrenaline pumping through him. Her brothers cut his only way of escape.

She took half a step away from her mate as the three circled him. Behind Elora Hellhounds flanked her.

"Man, cover your junk," Beatrice approached behind Malakai.

Elora snickered and this Heffley guy took the chance to shove his way out.

The Witch didn't move while others gasped in shock.

Malakai purposefully moved out of the way. Using his momentum he pegged his foot into his spine.

The weak man fell flat on his stomach. Elora frowned in unfamiliarity to Lucas's new staff that was currently pressed to the back of his head.

"W-Who the hell are you?" Heffley muttered into the dirt.

"Malakai and Lucas Bordoa, pleasure to be at your service," Malakai growled mockingly as his smoking hand gripped the back of his neck.

He stood to his towering height while dragging the man up.

"What's the plan?" Lucas looked towards the three of us.

"Answers," Demetrius barked.

"We get answers," He finalized as he laid his heavy arm on his mates shoulder.

"Beatrice you team up with one of the Hounds doctors. Create one single medic area. No more disorganization, we focus in one place," Elora pushed her sunglasses back down as she spoke evenly.

"Heather, join Beatrice. East side is the least damaged. Anyone uninjured and willing to continue will come with me. We're securing the perimeter. We have no friends, ladies and gentlemen. We're officially rogue as of right now," Elio announced as he began tying his dreads back.

She mentally fanned herself, Elora had the hots for his dreads.

Demetrius sent a sharp glare her way. "His hair is glorious," she muttered sheepishly.

Elio smirked, "Demetrius extracting information is one of your fortes. I'll leave it to you and your family, seems right up their alley." With that the Hound gathered a group.

"I like your hair too, Meechi."

His golden eyes were narrowed. "I just like dreads, I wanted to do them to myself a few years ago. Couldn't bring myself to do it, a lot of work."

Demetrius turned so they were facing one another. He looked at her intently, his hand running through her knotty curls.

"I like your hair how it is," his chest rumbled.

She grinned brightly and reached to thread her fingers through his dark locks. "I love this head of hair. Hm, I hope our babies have brown hair like yours."

His lip lifted at the mention of children. He snarled lowly while nuzzling into her cheek, "You please me, mate. But no, they're going to have your hair. I feel it in my gut."

Elora slapped said gut before he kissed her temple.

The couple turned towards her brothers who held the captive. She followed Lucas's distracted gaze, to a Hound. He was young, maybe only a year older like Malakai, a dirty blonde. She couldn't get a look at his face but Lucas's look was different. It was hyper focused on the male.

Elora stored the information for now as she wrapped her arm around Demetrius's bicep.

"So what do we do when he admits to being sent by the council?" The Witch asked.

Lucas was quick to retort, "we don't know if the council sent him. He could've gone against the council. Why would the people that made this group attack it?"

Lucas was smart, but in denial.

"Have Demetrius and Elio do their dirty work. When they deem them a threat, aka when Lycans and Hounds work together, take them out. They just did a piss poor job."

"Ten bucks says I just summed up what we're going to force out of him."

"You don't have ten bucks Elora," Malakai reminded.

Elora puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. She looked over and saw Demetrius digging in his pocket indifferently. A crisp ten was handed to her.

She waved her fist in her brothers face as he dragged the man. "Suck it."

"Fuck off," Malakai muttered before throwing the body into a nearby shed.

"I, personally, don't feel like interrogating. I get too impatient and they end up dead." Lucas nodded his head to the side in agreement.

"We usually left torturing to Kai, when the pack had us doing dirty work." Lucas admitted.

Demetrius looked to the hybrid Hound. His red eyes were zeroed in on his target. He could practically see the millions of ideas churning.

"You both stand here, behave, and heal from the fight. Or rather clean yourselves of the wolf blood." Demetrius leaned down to kiss her quickly.

Elora smiled and held him. "Make him bleed."