P.o.V. Trajan
I had just started dozing when a sense of danger permeated every fiber of my being. I pushed forward as fast as I could to Moira slowly setting down the cups she was carrying and a sound somewhere in the darkness around the corner. I wanted to shift immediately, but she was too focused on whatever it was to let me through. I pushed as far forward as possible. Merging with her like we do when we share control to give a bit more vision and scent to the situation.
The movement under the door when we came around the corner would have raised every hair on my back had we shifted. It was slow and careful like someone trying to be stealthy. It kept shifting slightly and the snuffling didn’t stop as we edged through the impossibly long entryway. Moira started to move towards the curtains on the side of the door where the handle was when ever
P.o.V. Liam LearyI had just settled into bed and was dozing off when a distant thud was soon followed by a commanding voice booming through my skull. It was sharp and precise and I could not resist launching out of bed ready to fight at its words. “Rogue. Front door. Sounds big. Smells awful.”I know I hadn’t heard the voice before, but something about the last part gave me a familiar twinge. Moira? The booming voice must be her wolf Trajan. Trying to get my thoughts moving, I realized I was already at the door. Powered by the compelling pull of the voice before I could even react. As I opened it, the rest of the doors remained shut and the hallway dark, but I hurried down the hall giving orders to the warriors I knew were in the pack house. I linked Beta Owen that there was a rogue in front of the packhouse and I was sending men. Be
P.o.V. ???A mountain range is far less grand when you’re nestled inside of it. There’s no sweeping view from the bottom of the slopes. Just gravel and rock walls and tree trunks and dim shadows for light. Even the sky is barely visible between the woven branches overhead. Only when the sun is at its highest point do we even get a glimmer of its rays. And even then they feel filtered and weak, like the imposing mountains and towering trees have sapped all the warmth and life out of it.It’s just like the packs. The Alphas take all the resources for themselves and their families and share out morsels that get smaller and smaller all the way to the bottom. Oh, the high and mighty packs claim to have no slaves, but what are the members not afforded an education beyond highschool, if they were lucky, supposed to do. They can’t leave
Personal Notes of Alpha GeraldThings did quiet down after Moira and Trajan's first night. While I'm glad they acted responsibly and helped prevent any of the rogues from making it into the packhouse, they shouldn't have even been close to that situation. Luckily things calmed down for the rest of their stay. Even Rose relaxed around them immensely. She didn't even put them through any trials before bringing them into training. They seemed surprised by this, but we didn't tell them any of the information we got from the rogues, just that they didn't get away. And what we got was very valuable.The two we captured were not particularly helpful at first. Clearly they had been out of packs for some time and didn't trust us at all. The younger female possibly couldn't even remember being in one. She was the easiest one to get information from. We almost co
P.o.V. Alpha DarrenIt was loud at the pack house in the days between Moira’s return and Patrick’s and my departure to High Valley. It was a relief to have them home inside our territory again. While Gerald has always done a great job of keeping his people safe, I know there are more threats and activity at the base of the mountain. He let me know the first full day that there was a rogue attack on Moira’s first night and that Trajan had helped, though he left out details. I’m guessing if he felt the need to let me know that meant the “help” was more than just marking a map somewhere. Moira didn’t seem to want to add anything except that the pack members stationed at High Valley were some of the group who caught the rogues and they did a great job.They seemed offended that we had never mentioned Liam and the o
P.o.V. NarratorPatrick could hardly contain himself as they pulled up to the High Valley pack house. He barely waited for the car to stop before jumping out and heading towards the trunk. He bounced impatiently shooting glares at the warrior who drove them who went to speak with a warrior from High Valley before opening the trunk. When the man finally turned around, he looked surprised to see Patrick waiting there and quickly fumbled in his pocket for the keys to unlock it.As the trunk popped upwards, Patrick quickly grabbed his backpack and portfolio. They had everything for his presentation from the painstakingly drawn map to the detailed presentation he had put together using an old laptop his mother found for him. He turned quickly towards the house and shouldered the bag as he hurried after his father through the front door. Luckily whoever was
P.o.V. Millie the RogueThe room is dark and the bunk is hard, but no harder than the cots we stay on when we have a home. I have been brought food many times a day. There is a lot of it on the trays they bring in. I don't know if they'll keep bringing it, so I have been stashing things that will keep in a napkin under the bed.I think they're trying to convince me they're my friends. The wolves here are not cruel like I have been taught since young, but it has to be a trick of some sort. Miss Envy and Uncle Scrum have always told me that they're tricky in the packs. That if they don't just kill me on sight they must be planning something worse. I am ready for anything they might try. I have faith in the Goddess.I tell them as much every time they come into my small room. I tell them all about how we are g
P.o.V. Alpha Darren Leary/Tybris "We need to focus," I kept telling myself and Tybris, but it was useless. Between exhaustion from being up all night, the news we had to deal with, and the even greater urge to return to our pack to ensure everything was okay, we stood no chance of full mental control. It didn't help that Patrick, using us as his sounding board, had showcased this presentation probably a dozen times in varying formats. We made sure to hold our composure as best we could for his sake as he walked through the needed renovations in all of the towers and possible conversions for each. Possibly the only good thing about the horrible news Gerald gave us was that the tower recommissioning couldn’t have been more useful. “Rogues,” rumbled Tybris for what felt like the hundredth time. It took almost an hour for Gerald to get through the story
P.o.V. Envy the CruelI felt like I was living in a haze of endless frustration that blocked every bit of sunlight from my life. The information from the High Valley territory seemed to have gone dry. Our people couldn't get close enough to gather any new intelligence with how dense the patrols had become. And the contact we had inside doesn't even seem to realize anything has changed with the pack's security. That's what we get for relying at all on a human. Especially one so clearly disconnected from and unaware of the world around him.We convinced the idiot to help by telling him we were werewolf hunters. He'd apparently been asking around the area for people who would take on "the beasts" who had overrun the small town he lived in. Apparently his family had lived there for four generations and he only just realized the pack of werewolves wer