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37. Cyrus
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2023-09-28 21:35:32
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Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 38. Hope
How long are you meant to have flashbacks for? Every night I wake up sweating. Cals mangled, broken wolf bleeding out on the floor. Elvie stood tall with her shotgun, more than ready to aim it at myself. It’s not even a nightmare, really. It’s not a distorted image of the past. It all actually happened. They left that damn klaxon sounding for days. It was utter pandemonium. Lockdown was upon us all. Without even a word Reu slammed on red flashing warning lights as well as the klaxon, appearing with his own weapon, a matter, black machine gun. Those lights were for a cave-in, a Rogue attack. Imminent death. I guess it was appropriate seeing as the pair of them looked ready to shoot me in the face. Pointing the stub of the bulky machine gun at me and the others he snarled in fury, "Rooms. Now. You're all under lock down." My father was known as the mad, dangerous one. Reu was meant to be icy cool. Icy eyes, icy nature "But Cal! He needs help, he's bleeding why the fuck did you
Last Updated : 2023-09-29Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 39. Hope
My eyelids flutter open and I’m staring up at a grey ceiling. This isn’t my room. The bed is cold and hard, a thin mattress failing to disguise the metal underneath. My head is pounding but I think whatever I’ve been given has numbed me from feeling my wrists and ankles. Gingerly lifting them up it’s clear I’ve made a complete mess of myself. “Hello?” I feebly cough. “Hello?” Then I turn my head to the side and realise exactly where I am. In the cells. The silver bars enclose me and I am ready to scream in outrage all over again. On the floor waiting for me is a tray with food and drink. So their answer to my struggling with the lockdown is to increase the harshness of it? “Bastards,” I mutter before shutting my eyes and willing myself back to the quiet sanctuary of sleep. When I wake up again the lights have dimmed. So it’s night time. I know that much. My wolf must have been busy healing me. I flex my maroon, blood-encrusted limbs without too much pain. Still laid on the metal b
Last Updated : 2023-09-30Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 40. Mireille
The whole conversation with Raze felt like an out of body experience. Expecting his true colours to show at any moment, like a coiled snake. Except he was so different. Friendly. Kind. Dazzling. His short blonde fuzz on his head must be irritating him, he constantly ran his hands over it. Nerves? The sign of a liar? Or maybe I’m just clutching at straws that Cyrus is anything other than a vile piece of work. “I think she needs some space,” Quinn murmured, tugging softly at Dee’s elbow when I returned. Shaking my head I looked into their concerned eyes, “Yeah…yes. I’ll see you in the boiler later. ”“We can cover you,” Dee offered but I shook my head. “I’ll be there. Honestly, it was just a bit intense but nothing bad happened. It was about the notes. Did…did you guys receive them too?”They looked at each other. "Not since the riot. When we fell out."Biting half of Dee's ear off, no mere fall out as I remember. There is still dried blood on the wall to remind me of that night."Wh
Last Updated : 2023-10-01Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 41. Cyrus
I slowly climb down from the carved stone ledge. Only Raze knew I hid here. When I told him about the moonshine makers, he wanted to know how I discovered their scheme.This means he told Mireille where to find me.I could send myself mad trying to work out the implications of who told who what. Why would she go back to see him? It's not the full moon until tomorrow. Will she go back again for that foul-smellling tea? How much of his bullshit did she fall for?I breathe in and enjoy her fresh, mountain air scent for a second. Raze had made everything so complicated, so twisty. It's all to make me fall on my ass. Try to contort myself around a web of lies. All in pursuit of a future I know is not mine.So I'm not playing. I spent hours trying to think of some crafty, dirty trick I could use and came up with nothing. I don’t have any. It’s not who I am.I'm just going to be me. For better or worse. "No wonder I could never find you," she murmured, tracing her way along the shelving.
Last Updated : 2023-10-02Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 42. Mireille
Observing someone as self-contained as Cyrus talking is a bizarre experience. He’s beyond uncomfortable. Huge jaw clenched. He moves from one foot to the other.But I believe every word he’s saying. That edginess is pure discomfort, building towards the point of no return. When he took his top off and wrapped me in it, I felt my wolf rise powerfully. It’s not even the full moon until tomorrow, and all I wanted for a few hazy seconds was to open my legs wider on the ledge.Seeing his bare, mountainous chest and shoulders really didn't help. Especially as he's covered in eye-grabbing tattoos. Each scene is darker, more miserable than the last. Chains, bars, prison walls. Skulls and bones over his pecs, but they’re damaged, chunks missing. He is carpeted in despair. Pure curiosity sees my eyes drawn to his collarbones. He has the tell-tale scar that suggests a matebond. Maybe that's the part I'm meant to start hating him at.His hazel eyes keep flitting up to look at me. Not for long.
Last Updated : 2023-10-03Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 43. Hope
I haven’t decided exactly how I’m going to exact revenge on Elvie and Reu, but I’ve come to the conclusion a bullet in each would be a strong start. Then, whatever my father has done to Cal, can be revisited on them tenfold. They should bear the burden of guilt. They were weak enough to be fooled by him. I killed time imagining the pain I could unleash. I’ve never hit anyone in my life. I haven’t even hunted in shifted form. My wolf is much more of a gentle wanderer, finding the sunsets. But right now, she’s ready to commit atrocities. The full moon is certainly close. Prickling, teasing sensations are running up and down my spine, agitation intensified by the pull of the moon. I’d gingerly tested the silver bars. Reinforced and inches thick. There was no bending or breaking through, even in wolf form. So, for all my devious scheming and rabid imaginings, I remained exactly where Elvie left me. Finally, shards of bright, fake daytime light shredded the black floor. I remained sat
Last Updated : 2023-10-04Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 44. Cal
One blast of shotgun and my world went black. I didn’t need to be conscious to know that every second after leaving Hope in my room had seen my situation swing from bad to worse. I knew Ervin was on the precipice. That conversation through the racking, maybe I pushed him into this whole thing. Made him think he had to prove his rebel qualities.Clearing the corridor, it was hard to work out what the hell was happening. The shouts and cries over the wailing siren left my wolf on edge. I slinked carefully around the walls. Hope had laughed, repeatedly, at the whole Alpha ego thing, but it turns out, if I'm worrying about Hope, I become a bit of a scaredy-cat. Mainly because I knew she'd open the door eventually. She can only listen to someone else’s instructions for so long. Hope only sits still when she’s drawing. That's why when I heard a growl and gunfire, I knew I had to act. Because if someone had turned savage down here, then they could harm her. Now, in my excellently crafted
Last Updated : 2023-10-04Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 45. Mireille
Instead of chasing after Cyrus, I forced myself to sit back up on his stone ledge. Inhaling rosemary scent like it could reverse time I pieced together the wreckage of his life. Even before his Lycan heritage took over that night, he was living a life nobody could approve of.A life my father had once been part of. My mother saw past his Rogue background. Except I doubted my white-haired quietly spoken father ever went on a solo killing spree.And that's it. All my knowledge about men who can do bad things. Cyrus, Raze, and my father. Ryan is clearly a piece of shit but not quite in their, that I know of anyway. I know nobody else, never spoken to anyone who has lived differently to my parents. Pilgrims came and went. Those who wanted to stay were of 'good character.'Cyrus has yanked open my sheltered eyes. The world isn't a fairytale. Not even close. It's survival. Forcing himself to trust Raze, to subject himself to this place. For an address, pack name. Knowing everyone fears h
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Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE HOPE
If it wasn’t for the three women I lived with and little Opal I’d have lost my mind. Delilah hadn't changed from our blessed childhood friendship. Morgan’s mate Nell was full of bizarre ideas for preserving food and practising emergency drills. Lyra remained stoic and calm. Our lighthouse of sense and hope. Opal cried for her Daddy, and I had to try not to join in with her. I had to promise her he would come back, based on nothing but pure, desperate hope. It turned into full-scale war out there. The various Rogue armies were enormous, but they never quite made it to Filney. We were prepared, though. Thanks to Nell, we each had a gun safely stored by the bed. Escape routes planned. Little Opal still slept with me, keeping her close to my heart. Finally, one day, they returned. Trucks pulling in to Lyras white walled villa woke us up. One by one, we all screamed with excitement. Cal didn’t even try to trick or provoke me. He just pulled up the truck and sprinted towards us.
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**FOUR YEARS LATER** I don’t know how time flew by so quickly. Everything Cal promised me has come true. We have bickered, disagreed, and walked down the beach in a huff. Mainly me each time, knowing he would be sat on the porch waiting for me with an amused smile. That lopsided grin that makes my stomach flip. We never stopped fighting for each other. Not for a second. It's been everything and more. That first morning, dozing in the hammock together, I woke up with a start. Realising the time, how late I was for retrieving poor Button made me scramble and swing so violently he crashed to the floor all over again. “You know I might ban you from my lovely hammock,” he groaned. I just laughed and pulled him up, pretending to rub his muscular shoulders, back, chest better until he growled and finally bent me over that porch. It was perfect. Of course, Button was absolutely fine with Declan and Lyra. They were already playing on the beach with her, Declan, having his toes burie
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness EPILOGUE - CYRUS
“Shit, the weather look,” she whispers, lifting her head up from my bare chest. From our cosy tower room, we can see wind is starting to howl, hail pelting the glass. The first savage winter snowstorms have begun.“It’s time to start prepping,” I grunt with disappointment, sitting up to get a better look. My beautifully naked angel sits in between my legs, allowing me to start nuzzling my chin against her neck. Her hand absentmindedly trails up and runs through my dark hair, keeping me close to her. “We’ll be underground for the first moon,” I add, which is the only thought that makes the idea of humping all those supplies down below bearable.“Hmm, you might be right. Let’s see how it goes,” she whispers back in a soft little voice before turning to plant a loving kiss on my grizzled cheek. “Better get dressed,” she groaned before pushing me down back onto the mattress and climbing on top of me. My fingertips brushed against her still red, warm asscheek and she jumped at the sensat
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** TWO YEARS LATER **The first snows have landed. The next full moon is a fortnight away, but we will probably be underground before then. No pilgrims have arrived this month either. Things are a lot quieter at the Fortress these days. The grand days of my parents' first few years have definitely waned. A trickle of pilgrims instead of floods now make the dangerous journey over the mountain tops.I still stand at the top of the fortress and watch the sun descend. Every night, I stare at the black ridges of the mountains. I did it as a child. I did it the night before the rogues arrived and turned my life upside down. Now I stand every night we are above ground and observe its fiery descent and try to be thankful for what I have. Three wonderful children. A mate who worships me. Loyal, wonderful friends and family who made the last two freezes more than bearable. At first, I struggled with my survival. When Cyrus held me in his arms and told me dozens of times how he doesn’t need
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 103. Hope
“Hey there,” wasn’t the smoothest opener, but there was nothing else I could say. In the same way he knew my heart would melt for the flowers he put in the inn, he must have known that I would make some kind of entrance. My coppery hair is down, catching the breeze. For once I felt like a queen in my black dress after leaving Button with her kind-of adoptive grandparents. It’s tight, strapless, hugging my curves and showing off my long legs just as I intended. I don’t want my reunion with Cal to be about Button, as much as I love my little wonder. We'll get there, after tonight. After all, this moment has been a few days in the making. Cal’s not the only one capable of making plans. In fact, the first people I saw were Lyra and Declan. When I produced Button from out of the passenger seat, I felt a surge of panic. “She’s not Cal’s,” I said too quickly to sound polite. Then, allowing her to scamper off merrily towards the sand, I added softly, “She’s technically not mine either. I’
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 102. Cal
It’s a good job Hope was still asleep when I left. Otherwise, she might have caught up to me parked on the side of the road, still completely torn in two as to whether my gesture was romantic or insane. I ran my hands through my shaggy brown curls so many times it’s a wonder I wasn’t bald when I finally pulled up to the shoreline. Nine months after setting off I’m finally home. I raced home in dangerously quick time, panic-stops excluded. Because I have a home to build. A life to prepare. Howen and Pearl’s old villa at Finley is still magnificent, but it hasn’t been lived in for over five years. When I knocked on the door, there was only my mother there. Half a second of shock was followed by fifteen minutes of being almost throttled by her cuddles and kisses. Her long black hair was wavy from her morning swim, her gentle face full of worry. She quickly explained that my father had left to help Mireille and Cyrus after being summoned.. “So…what happened with Hope? I’m guessing tha
Night of the Rogues: Bound In Darkness 101. Cyrus
Only after she fell unconscious did the room check who was actually capable of performing such surgery. Sven and Quinn immediately pointed to me and my heart sank to its lowest, darkest depths.Slicing open her soft, perfect skin was terrifying. The tautness of her bump meant every cut felt far too deep yet not enough. Plus, if I didn’t hurry, the medication would wear off and leave her enduring more pain at full volume.With my poor angels whimpering cries finally silenced, you could hear nothing but the tearing, slicing sound of raw flesh as I cut ever deeper. With everyone's eyes burning into me, the blade shook in my hand.. “Hurry, this is no time for hesitation,” Arlen insisted. Stifling a growl, I steeled myself and made a sweeping horizontal incision. Then it was a mad rush to gather the babies. Cords were snipped, Arlen telling what to remove and what to stitch. I blindly followed, vaguely aware of tiny cries in the background but unable to do anything but care for my pale,
