Chapter 6

Damian

The drive back home to Blackrock wasn’t a particularly long one, but it seemed to take forever as the roads stretched out before us.

How the hell everything had gone to shit like this was beyond me.

A year ago, we were living in relative peace, there was always a small bump in the road to overcome, an argument to settle or rogues to deal with. But never had we had so many things coming at us form so many directions that we could barely keep up.

Tristan had spent the last week r two in a constant state of worry, something that I wasn’t used to seeing on my Alpha.

He was a good man, thrown into the role by a father that couldn’t handle the pressure and left to rule over the largest pack in our hemisphere without any support, but he was hard-headed and stubborn and had a habit of being in the right place at the right time.

He was a good Alpha, there was no doubting that, but I was starting to think that even he was in over his head. Hell, we all are.

Four different packs made up the alliance, something Tristan had orchestrated and managed years ago, something that worked well for the most part only right now, with each pack facing their own brand of trouble we were bandying warriors around like they were going out of fashion, not one of the packs had enough support to ward off everything and I we were now seeing how the cracks in our armour was failing us.

Our own Luna was taken, abducted from her car after it was ran off the road. I hadn’t met her, yet I was stationed out at the east coast pack trying to put out another fire, not that I was confident I had managed it. It was fucking hard to play nice with a bastard that I wanted to rip limb from limb, and under any other circumstances, I probably would have.  

I shook my head trying to rid it of the filth I had seen and focused instead on getting bac to the pack house, one problem at a time. We would deal with the east coast as soon as we could.

Freya

The hours had passed in silence as evening fell around the cabin, there was a window in this room which was nice, it was so dirty you could barely see out of it but at least I managed to maintain a sense of day and night, although that only served to remind me how much time I had been here, which was just depressing.

The door creaked open, and I winced at the sound, wondering if I would ever manage to get over my fear of that noise if I got out of here, I was so lost in my own thoughts I almost missed it when Cali spoke to the man asking to speak to someone in charge.

I held my breath at that. It wasn’t something I had ever asked for, after all there was nothing I could bargain with, nothing I could offer that would get me out of here. But this woman was dressed nice, and well put together. Maybe she came from a family with money or connections.

Th guard laughed at her and booted the cage, and the chime of the bars had me shrinking back. Scared and meek. I mentally chanted trying to control my actions to portray the persona.

Eventually the man left without uttering a word, but I waited, for ages I held my breath and listed to see what would happen. I could hear murmurs but not make out the words and I cursed my lack of strength. I had gone so long without proper nourishment, I was mostly skin and bone. And Shay had been locked up for so long that I worried I wouldn’t be able to shift anymore, she was actually depressed I knew, it was the part of me I had to fight against, trying to stay sane and angry. I couldn’t afford to fall into the rabbit hole, I wasn’t sure I would ever get out. But the depression had taken a toll and I struggled to keep her forwards and maintain my hearing.

Eventually the door opened again and I shrank back trying to hide my excitement. The man stepping into the room wasn’t one I had seen before. I bit my lip as I waited for him to speak, hoping it was the man in charge here, the one that made the calls and gave the orders, what I wouldn’t give to put a face to the voice I had been dreaming about for months, it would make taking him down a lot easier if I knew what he looked like.

“What!” The man stated and my breathing hitched, was it, could it be? I watched him carefully memorising every line ever movement every feature. He booted Cali’s cage and I saw her flinch slightly, pain lighting up her face and I felt bad for a moment, here I was hoping that he would stay around long enough to me to determine if he was the boss and memorise his features, and poor Cali was suffering at his hand.

Those smaller cages were damn restricting, you couldn’t sit up, couldn’t lie down, you were stuck in a forced crouch that was hell on the joints, most of the girls were put in a small cage for a few days then moved to a bigger one for a day just before they were sold.

“You’re planning to sell me.” Cali uttered, her voice wavering slightly but she was holding her own, she still hadn’t cried, at least not that I had heard. The girl was badass. “Sell me back to my pack, they will pay more for me than you will fetch selling me to anyone else.”

“And what makes you think that?” the man spoke and that was it, confirmation. This was the boss. He reported to someone else I knew, but I figured with the right amount of pressure anyone would talk, and he would talk once I got hold of him that was a forgone conclusion. It was just a matter of time.

“Because I’m from Blackrock, our pack has a lot of money, and I’m the girlfriend of the pack Delta.” She uttered and I considered that it made sense, I exceed if she was involved with the pack hierache she would have to have a backbone, I doubt this was the first time I high ranking officials girlfriend or mate was taken, but I did stick on girlfriend for a moment, not mated.

True mates were becoming rare in our world, they were rarer still amongst the rogues, mostly because we didn’t tend to interact with anyone outside of our bubble. I knew many partners that had arranged to mate and marked each other forcing the bond, but I didn’t expect high ranks in packs to date. I thought their partnerships would be arranged to secure loyalty or favour or whatever other political crap mattered to them.

“I can get a hundred thousand for you, selling you on the black market, you really think that a Deltas whore is worth more than that.”

“Yes, Damien is good friends with the Alpha. They will pay more to get me back.”

“She was driving a nice car boss. It’s possible she’s telling the truth.” The guard uttered from by the door but I kept my attention on the boss taking in his shaggy hair and his physique. He was a man who’s face I never wanted to forget.

“What’s your boyfriends name.”

“Damien. Damien Walker.”

“Find out if Damien walker is actually the Delta of Blackrock. Call me when you know.” The Boss directed told the guard then he left the room without a backwards glance and I cursed, I had wanted more time. Although maybe he would be back.