Take me with you

AURORA

I raced till there was no strength left in me, I was blinded by so much rage that I never stopped to consider where I was heading. I was deep down inside the woods and still going even further. My feet got tackled by a stone, and I hit the ground, shifting back to my human self in the process. My head met the ground with a heavy bang, knocking me out.

An unbearable ache in my head made me stir uncomfortably. I groaned and my eyes fluttered open.

“She is finally awake,” I heard someone say, making me look up in the direction of the voice. Then, I realized I had company. There were five male wolves seated next to me and staring at me, from their scent, I could tell they were rogues.

“First time seeing a rogue as beautiful as you,” one of them muttered, giving out a creepy smile.

I looked down at myself and then realized I was naked.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” I growled viciously.

It was already enough that my mate assaulted me.

My growl was met with laughter from them. In that instant, they left where they were seated and headed for me.

“We were waiting for you to wake up, so you can enjoy alongside us….but now you're telling us to stay away from you? You ought to be generous with your body, you know,” one of them said, giving out a creepy smile.

“Sickos,” I mumbled aloud and forced myself up.

I had so many wounds that walking was a big challenge to me, I ended up stumbling to the ground again.

“You can't even heal your wounds,” they laughed at this utterance from one of them.

Werewolves are blessed with the ability to heal every single wound on their body. When we get injured, the biggest wound only stays for about thirty minutes before it gets healed. But that was never the case for me. Dad had to heal me with his blood each time I got injured. Whenever I asked while I lacked the ability to heal, he would always find a way to change the topic. A few years ago, I overheard him discussing with his beta about the possibility of me having my mum’s blood. That was all I knew about my blood. I never heard much about my mum, except for the fact that she died when I was two. That day I broke off my link with the pack was the first day, something about my mum was boldly said in front of me.

The feeling of a hand nearing my boobs was enough to pull me out of memory lane.

“Get your hand off me,” I snarled, pushing him.

I had little to no strength in me. After getting my wolf at sixteen, I never shifted. It bothered me so much back then but my dad assured me that it was normal and someone from a lineage like mine was a late bloomer.

“What lineage?” I had asked back then.

“You’ll shift when you turn 22,” he had only said and left me alone that day.

My sudden shift tonight was a big surprise to me. It was totally unexpected as I've always believed I'd shift at 22 just like my father said, but then my wolf decided to show herself at 20.

“Hold her hands,” I heard the apparent leader of the rogues say.

“Don't touch me,” I snarled.

I searched into the depths of me to get help from my wolf. To maybe shift and get away from these people. But then, she seemed to have hidden herself from me just like before.

My arms were spread apart, my legs too. I struggled and thrashed to make them let go. But they didn't budge. Who was I even kidding, I stood no chance against five rogues that survive in the wild.

“Let go of me!” I growled, but a cloth was stuffed into my mouth, muting my shouts.

“I'll go first, after me, the rest of you can take turns,” their leader gave out a creepy smile staring down at my spread out legs.

“If they succeed in doing this, I'll end my life after it all,” I swore.

It was already shameful enough that my mate betrayed me, shameful enough that I foolishly left my home for him, and now this.

I was in this situation all because of my mate, he deceived and cast me off when I was of no use to him. I cursed the day I met him. I was numb and tired at this point. I shut my eyes, letting my tears flow. My resolve to end my life after this became even more firm, that I stopped struggling, granting them access to do whatever they wanted. My foolishness led me here, dying a foolish death too, wasn't a bad idea.

I shut my eyes as the disgusting hands of the male before crawled from my legs upwards. It disgusted me, but I didn't fight it. I sucked in a breath when his hands met my thighs, almost getting to my core.

“So, this is what you do in here,” a voice suddenly resonated from afar.

That instant, they all hastily pulled away from me and took a fighting stance.

I coiled on the floor, pulling myself together and looking for an escape route. But there was none, the rogues had encircled me

Just then, the owner of the voice showed up, it was an unfamiliar man with a blazing aura.

“You got another victim,” he said, hitting his hand on his head.

“Go your way and let us do our thing,” one of the rogues said.

Coiled up on the floor, I watched the rogues shift and attack the handsome man. Who fought in his human form. The fight didn't last up to twenty minutes. Dead bodies of the rogues piled at his feet. He gazed in my direction and smiled, then pulled off his shirt and walked over to me. He slipped the shirt into my body and buttoned it up without uttering a word.

“I'm Brian Ferguson,” he introduced himself and outstretched his hands for me to take and raise to my feet.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't make an attempt to take his hand. His name rang a bell, he was Ralph’s sworn enemy, Alpha Brian of the Night Bloomers pack. The conflict between the two packs has been ongoing for years, Brian Ferguson was that one enemy Ralph would do anything to bring down. A thought crossed my mind at that moment. If I wanted to get back at my mate for humiliating me, this guy right here would be the perfect person to help me do that.

“This part of the woods is dangerous. You shouldn't be here,” he warned, rising to his feet, upon seeing that I wasn't ready to say a word or take his hand.

He turned away from me, but then I called him back.

“Take me with you.”