Chapter 5

Michael

"Where are we going?" Lincoln asked me with a confused face when he noticed that I turned the other way and it was not the way back to the Crescent Moon Pack.

"We're going to the north, we'll pay our respect to Morgan's pack and his wife and their unborn child," I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do.

I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

"Now tell me, Lincoln. What do you want me to do? This pack doesn't exist anymore because of those hunters and rogues. Mercy is for the weak and if we show mercy to the rogues then I won't be surprised if our pack will be their next target. If we don't take action now then we're only giving them time to get stronger." I calmly said to Lincoln as I walked towards Morgan's packhouse and even though I was meters away I could still smell the blood strewn on the ground. When we got to Morgan's packhouse I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and my anger intensifies when I saw that there was a word 'RAVEN' written on the door. What makes me feel so furious about this thing is because I can smell Morgan's blood, they fucking used it to write those letters.

"I'm not saying that we shouldn't do anything, Michael. What I'm saying is your idea of ​​killing all the rogues we have and hang their heads to give warnings to the rogues and hunters is insane, not all rogues in our cellar are feral. For goddamn sake there's children and woman in our cellar, some of the rogues don't want to be rogues, Michael." Lincoln complained as he stand beside me. I can see the pain in his eyes when he also saw the word 'RAVEN' in the door and realized that it was Morgan's blood.

"Just like our mother," I replied weakly to Lincoln.

"Yeah, just like our mother. She doesn't belong to any pack until she met our father." Lincoln said and I couldn't help but feel a seething pain upon remembering how our parents died.

"Have you been in the cellar, Lincoln?" I ask him as I tried to calm down when I felt my anger starting to take over my emotions.

"Yeah, twice or maybe thrice. I don't know." Lincoln replied to me.

"I love going to the cellar, I love beating the shit out of them. I love seeing the rage in their eyes as I torture them. I enjoy hearing their pleads, begging me to just fucking end their life so that they'll no longer suffer." I said to Lincoln and smiled triumphantly at him to show him that I don't feel any remorse at what I'm doing to all those rogues, they dared cross the border of my pack land so they fucking deserve it.

"You think you're giving them a favor if you kill them now?" Lincoln asked me and I just nodded in response to him. I can see that he was taken aback by my confession. I know that Lincoln somehow has an idea of what I'm doing with all the rogues that we captured, my pack warriors love gossiping to the point that the other pack labeled me as a ruthless alpha. Everybody knows that I loathe the rogues so much but Lincoln is still in the process of whether to believe it or not, now he has the answer.

"Those rogues plead for their death because they can't bear the pain anymore but it doesn't mean they want to die. At least have the decency to separate the feral rogues to those not feral." Lincoln said but I just smirk and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Feral or not feral, they're all just the same rogues, Lincoln. But I'll consider your suggestion." I replied to Lincoln and fake a smile at him just to annoy him.

"What if your mate turns out to be a rogue? If that day will come then I will thank the moon goddess for giving you the karma that you deserve, Michael." Lincoln said and then he went to the small garden located on the side of the packhouse, I saw him picked some flowers.

I couldn't help but wonder what Lincoln just said. What if my mate turns out to be a rogue? I think the first thing I will do is reject her because I don't want to deal with a rogue and I am not giving my pack a rogue as their luna.

"I will reject her, Lincoln," I spoke to Lincoln after he returned to my side holding a bouquet. He looks at me with raised brows.

"What?" He asked with a confused face.

"My mate. If she happens to be a rogue then I have no choice but to reject her." I boldly said and I could see the shock on his face as if he couldn't believe what he just heard from me.

"Y-You're mad, you've been waiting for your mate for so long and you're going to reject her just because she's a rogue?" I can't help but feel slightly annoyed with Lincoln because he's been trying to argue with me ever since in that council meeting. I can't help but wish that Lincoln never grows up because he always agreed with me all the time when we were still a child, as much as I'm proud of him for having these stands in life, it also annoys me to the bones.

"That is if my mate is a rogue, Lincoln. The moon goddess made me wait for so long so I don't think I'm going to get a rogue as my mate, that's just so fucking unfair." I said and snatched the bouquet that he's holding. I went straight to the door and laid the flower on the doorstep, before I leave I scratch the word 'RAVEN' on the door using my claw until the word become unreadable.

"Let's go," I said to Lincoln as I start to walk back to where I parked my car.

"Michael," Lincoln called my name. I can't help but heaved a sigh but I didn't turn to face him.

"Let's just drop this conversation, Lincoln. I am not changing my mind and as much as I am your brother, I am also your alpha so you have to respect my decision." I said with gritted teeth and I finally got into the car. Lincoln also got in the car and sat next to me, I heard him heaved a deep sigh as he open the car windows. Lincoln is giving me the silent treatment again, this is what he always does to me when there's something that he doesn't like about what I just said or did.

"Why are you sympathizing with the rogues, Lincoln?" I asked Lincoln with a serious tone of voice, he look at me with a blank expression.

"Because our mother taught us that, Michael. I never understand your hatred towards the rogues because you never bothered to explain to me why. What do you think will our mother feels if ever she heard that her son loathes her kind." Lincoln replied, and I can't help but swallow my saliva as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel trying to calm myself.

If only everything is just so fucking easy. If only I have the guts to tell Lincoln the truth about what happened to our parents and Kylie.