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As I got to the Northern Border, I could see four of our Warriors holding the line and six shifted Rogues, with one unshifted standing in front of them. This is not what I had expected when I arrived, I was expecting an all-out fight to have been in progress.
** What does he want? ** I asked my Warrior.
"I know she is here. Bring her to me and I will leave. " The Rogue's leader spewed before my Warrior could answer me. Instead he looked at me like, 'that's what he wants' and rolled his eyes at the annoyance of this man.
** Ask him who he is looking for. **
"Who are you looking for?" My Warrior repeated.
"The girl, The Rogue Killer. She has to be here; she took out my camps last night. " I squinted my eyes a bit, confused as to why he would be telling us this, unless he thought we already knew. Maybe his idiocy could be used to our advantage? We had thought he strategically moved them, but if that was not the case, that meant that there was another unknown wolf working behind the scenes to help us. But why would anyone do that?
"She is about this tall, dark hair, green eyes, tight ass, killer rack." He went on to explain, but for some reason the way he spoke about this she-wolf set me off. I did not like the way he was talking about her, which was strange since I did not even know who she was.
I could now sense my father and brother coming up behind me, a few more warriors waiting in the shadows should this escalate. ** Let him know there is no one here like that. **
"We do not know who you are speaking of. There is no one here that fits that description. " My Warrior spoke with an elegance and poise that not many men of the same valor had.
My brother and father were now there, standing beside me, projecting a front of authority to this weasel of a man before us. As we waited for him to refute our stance of not knowing who he was speaking of, there was a commotion from the forest capturing our attentions.
From the bushes a girl appeared, an angelic smile gracing her face as she stared at the Rogue. Then for a split second, the quickest of glances her eyes fell on me and instantly I knew who she was. "Mate." Kol said. "I told you she was our mate!" Great now I had an impending fight and a gloating wolf.
The first time I heard her voice, outside my dream that is, it was not what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear her declare me as a mate, but instead her eyes flickered back to the Rogue, "Frankie, heard you've been looking for me."
"You Bit .." He started, to say and I growled but that is not what cut him off, it was her, my mystery girl.
"Frankie, how many times do I have to tell you it's not nice to call people names." She was taunting him, riling him up. It was almost humorous, but not something I particularly cared for her doing, it just meant she was putting herself in the line of fire so to speak. In just a few sentences he had become flustered. "You know you've been a very naughty little rogue, Frankie."
He stepped forward toward her, the motion angering me, Kol screaming at me to protect her. I growled taking a step closer to him, which caused her to falter in her stance again glancing to me. This time her eyes held a fire I had never seen in another wolf's before; a stern look on her face telling me to back off.
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