Loving Obsidian

Ch. 8 Lyanna

A/N: Happy Wednesday! This chapter showcases a bit more of Lyanna's darkness. More of the wild nature that Obsidian has.

Another chapter will be posted on Friday. And next week there will be another M,W,F posting as this story is truly coming to life and I have written ahead. I would post faster, but I am also trying to edit and review before posting. 

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I had decided that I was not going to work, my boss has come to understand that I make my own hours showing up whenever. Malory is a rogue, one of the good ones, that understood my need to 'disappear' from time to time. Each time I did it, Malory, would always welcome me back with open arms. Besides she knew there was no one better at slinging beers and keeping the rowdy crowds happy. Working as Jynx I had made quite the following, especially given my brazen performances atop the bar, something that no other bartender there had done before. What could I say I was a girl that liked to have fun and working at Howlers was just that, fun.

Howlers also gave me a unique advantage at gathering information. It is insane at the amount of information that drunk people are willing to provide to their bartender. With wolves it was a bit harder as they had a higher tolerance for alcohol, but if you slip them a bit of Silver Falls, they sing like canaries in the coal mines. That's how I had gathered some intel on Frankie and his current movements, there was not much just fragments, but it was enough that I was able to devise a plan to search out more of his Rogues.

As dusk began to settle, I knew it was time to act, I needed to be stealthy, quick, and absolute in all my movements. There was no room for error, if even one of the Rogues escaped my plan would be ruined, Frankie would learn that I was there. Even though we had been playing a cat and mouse game for months now, taunting each other I was over it, I wanted his head on a pike at any cost. He had now gone too far in his assembly of a Rouge Army, the recent attacks on the Haven Woods Pack and additional plans of attack providing the last straw in my patience with him.

"Northwest, I can sense them." Sid rumbled to me, instantly changing our direction.

"There are what four of them?" I asked it as a question, but it was really a statement, we both knew that there were four.

As we came up to the encampment, it was easy to see that they were not at all worried about being found, perhaps thinking that there was some imaginary force protecting them because they were Frankie's minions. Slowly we stalked the small cluster of the Rogues careful to stay down wind of them, they had no idea that they were being watched much to my delight. They sat around the campfire chatting to one another, loud and boisterous, obviously not knowing that the key to any successful ambush is to not let your target in on the battle plans.

"They are not even going to know what hit them." Rogue One comments, taking a guzzle from the beer he held in his hand.

Rogue Two let out a whoop, following it up by saying, "Yeah Frankie has it all planned out, he said final details are to come, but the basic plan is the first wave will attack in two days."

"Who is the first wave?" Rogue Three, the only woman there asked from her position curled into the side of the last rogue, Rogue Four.

Rogue Four, who I am assuming is her mate answered, "A targeted group, Frankie and another head guy, plus a dozen or so warriors. They are aiming to target the Alpha's there. He said sometime next week, until then he just wants us camped out to taunt them." He laughed a bit in joy at the role he was playing in this.