Rogue Squad

Attack on the Pack?

The signal is from one of the wolves on patrol. His howl can only mean one of two things. Either we are under attack, or there is a stray rogue who isn't in our pack that has snuck onto our property.

Luckily, Damien realizes the seriousness of the situation and unlatches his hands from my arms. He looks off into the distance. A low and annoyed growls spills from his lips.

"Shit." he grunts.

Standing up, he quickly jumps off the rock, shifting in midair into his huge blackish grey wolf, which is the same color as his hair. He runs full speed toward the howl.

I take this time to sit up. Relief filtering into my body from the distance of Damien from me. I place my hand on my head and allow the last few moments to sink in. Then I gently touch my lips.

It's as if his are still pressed against mine. I can't believe that was my first kiss, and out of all people it was Damien that kissed me.

Never in my life have I been put in a situation like this. Whenever I am with the boys, they always treat me like one of them, never have I been degraded like this. Then again, I don't think I have ever been alone with Damien before. I don't even know what he is like as a person. As our squad's leader, he is very mysterious. None of us really know what he is capable of.

I sit on the rock for a while, trying my best not to think. Trying to shake away the gross feeling of Damien touching my body. I hug my knees up to my chest, squeezing them tightly.

A dirty shiver runs through my body. The sun is already starting to sink. After being here for so long and still not being able to shake this nasty feeling, I know I need to do something.

I need a bath. I stand from the rock. I feel slightly shaken, but all in all, I am okay. I hop off and find my shirt on the tree that I left it on. I tie it to my ankle. Running a hand through my damp hair, I let out a shaky sigh. Whatever just happened between Damien and I, I hated it. Glancing down at my wrists, I notice black and blue marks where he was holding me. Great, he was rough enough to give me bruises. And let's just say it's pretty hard to bruise a werewolf.

I shake my head. No, I need to stop thinking about it. If I keep thinking then my thoughts are just going to control me. I can't allow that. Also, what about that howl? Our pack is under attack and I am here! Shit, I can't leave mom to fend for herself. Her wolf isn't strong like mine!

I sprint forward and shift into my wolf as I run. My paws collide with the dry earth as I fasten my pace. I take the quickest route back to the pack house. I leap over the familiar fallen trees and duck under low branches as fast as I can. Then I reach the tree line of the woods surrounding the pack house. I break at the last tree and catch my breath for a moment as I shift back. I bend down to undo my tied up shirt from my ankle and throw it on over my head.

I huff big breaths as I slowly peak around the tree and examine the house to make sure no one has attacked it yet. All looks clear so I sprint to the door and open it up. To my surprise, the whole place appears empty. Huh, shouldn't people be preparing for a fight? I jog through the house and then down the stairs. I hurry through the hallway and get to my suite room's door. I turn the knob and walk in.

To my surprise again, it's empty. Oh no. What if they all just got up and left?

I walk into the room and notice that a half eaten bowl of popcorn is sitting on the couch and the TV is on mom's cooking show. She must have been watching this when they heard the howl. That must mean they have all left to either run or fight. I can't believe she left without me? Now what do I do?

Shakily, I fall to the floor on my knees and stare at the ground. I can't live with myself if she were to get hurt on the battlefield. She isn't strong enough to handle herself in a fight. What can I do though? I don't even know where the battle is?