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61. Lyra
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Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 62. Lyra
The next few weeks saw the bunker transform. The exact same processes happened under Valdis but with the element of fear and punishment removed the grey concrete walls seemed less oppressive, almost happy. The Black Hall mattresses had all been packed away. Instead all the items stored down in Corridor Nine were being dragged out. Winter clothes, fur-trimmed leathers, boots and equipment. Sharp, harpoon-like tools for testing the ice were dragged out. The huge stinking barrels of oil that Viktor had hidden amongst, now ready for fuelling the generators above ground. Like preparing for war the Black Hall transformed. Every other day a man was sent up through the hole left by Howen, to check on the depth of the ice. Every day the tannoy would rattle and announce the depth.Packs that surfaced too early and sent men south to get fresh supplies often saw them wiped out by one final blizzard. Declan had been true to his word. I hadn’t put a purple dress back on since he carried me back
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 63. Declan
I took my moment to hold Lyra and enjoy the scent of vanilla mixed with the fresh breeze. I gave myself a minute because I knew it would be nothing but graft for the next few days. Every rogue and original worked like beasts for the following week. Nobody wanted to return to sleep underground, we powered through. One of the black bedsheets was hoisted from a tower, acting as a flag of safe passage, enabling their scouts to report back that the raid all those months ago had been successful. Every morning I brief the dozens of people stood before me. “Are all bedrooms heated and lit now?” “Yes Alpha,” Arlen replied consulting his clipboard, a ridiculously large black fur hat perched on his head. “The last one was Viktor and Corina’s cell block, but now every room has the essentials.” “How much more food is to be brought up?” “Another five trips with at least a dozen men,” Elvie said, her hands on her hips. Refusing to bow to pen and paper, although I wondered if that was because sh
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 64. Lyra
Declan wasn’t exaggerating about the appearance of the leaders. Beldon and Morrel were huge. Thundering up the hill towards the fortress, on a road we had spent days clearing the snow from, arriving like conquering emperors. They stood tall, together, on an open flatbed truck, hands gripping the front driver's cabin as they headed the convoy. If the cold chilled them to the core they didn’t show it for a second as they drove at full speed through the open air. Declan gathered everyone to greet them. The fortress was crowned by huge metal doors that opened up into a central courtyard. The wooden pillars in the courtyard were for floggings, whippings and other such punishments. Stood waiting for our leader to arrive stirred up a lot of old memories. Many times the population of this pack had been gathered to stand here. Normally to witness something gruesome, usually led by Ronan. The air crackled with the same dangerous energy it had the night of Howen’s full moon mutiny. Maybe i
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 65. Declan
“A fucking party,” Reu grunts as he helps me lug crate after crate of booze from the trucks. Hauling them from the courtyard into one of the kitchen storage. Beldon has his own little team working down in the bunker, fixing explosives ready for blowing up the final safe door. The dank, musty beer cellar already smelt of mice droppings. I reminded myself to check where the hell we were storing the food. “What did you think of what Morrell said?” Reu checked for any listeners up the stairs, his blue eyes narrowing just enough for me to know he felt the same as me about their arrival. “Which bit, there was a lot of weird shit to keep track of.” “The part where he knew we'd have no safe codes. Was he happy for us to just wipe out Valdis and maybe starve to death? Why didn’t he send us with dynamite? You see how small that box is they’re wiring up? We could have carried one of those each!” Reu paused, rubbing his chin. “You think he’s surprised to see us alive? We were collateral dama
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 66. Lyra
In my head, I performed some quick calculations. The positives were I wasn’t naked, and I was ninety-percent sure she hadn’t watched me riding Declan like a mad woman yelping out in pleasure. Maybe eighty percent because I truly had no idea if she had seen. In fact, she probably saw almost everything and I wouldn't have known. The only other positive I could conjure up was that Declan had told me all about her. In fact, Amelies cold treatment of him was one of the reasons I always tried to touch his bearded face and lavish kisses on his damaged skin. The idea she could be intimate with him yet find his skin abhorrent angered me. He was big, rugged, and reserved, but that didn’t mean he was emotionless. She used him for her full moon kicks.. /Do I need to be bothered by her?/ I quickly linked him. /Not in a million years. She likes drama though./ Well, that I can deal with. As gracefully as possible, Declan twisted around, allowing me to get off him, my dress instantly dropping, m
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 67. Lyra
The drama was cut short as Morrell clapped his hands, the space falling silent. Elvie put her hands behind her back as he started up a long speech about victory and choices. How amazing his band of Rogues were to defeat every obstacle. Elvie just muttered swear words under her breath as Amelie’s brown curls bounced away towards the blonde, beaming Fabian. He was more than happy to wrap a brawny arm around her. She quickly turned, caught Elvie’s eye, and winked. Hearing her growl again, I had to whisper. “Elvie, you can’t…” “I know, but my wolf. The idea of anyone interfering with what we’ve got and my mind goes haywire.” “Do you think you might be mates? You’ll find out in a couple of weeks?” “I don’t know. It wouldn’t change how I feel about him either way,” her eyes darted across the courtyard as a concerned Reu and Declan stared at us. They had seen Amelie, too. /Don’t worry/ I mind linked, wondering how long we had to stay at this so-called party. Declan looked so handsome in
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 68. Declan
Lyra’s mind-link screamed into my brain. Searing into my brain, my eyes dashed open, /Dec Quick! Down by the cells!/ before a blood-curdling cry for help followed. Ignoring the cold I sprinted down the stone stairs in just my shirt and shorts, dragging on boots at the bottom of the steps.I got there first, hurtling around the corner just ahead of Beldon and Morrell to find my girl sobbing on her knees, cradling a bloodied bald man in her arms.. There was blood on the snow. So much blood that it had seeped and merged in with the tyre tracks for several metres down the hill towards the rising dawn horizon. “Are they alive?” “Arlen and Sol only just, but these two-” and my heart twisted to recognise the black swirling tattoos caked in red. Axel and Jones. Here less than a day and murdered. A clamour of angry voices rose up and every Rogue piled out to see what had happened. Lyra stood tall, despite her petite size and shouted, “I need these two moving immediately to somewhere warm. Wh
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 69. Elvie
I’m trying to keep a lid on things but I feel like a frozen water bottle. The cap has rocketed away, the pressure of the expanding water rendering the bottle ruptured and useless. I have spent my whole life knowing I am nothing. Gutter born and gutter bred. Until everything changed. Before the Freeze, my opinions were not cared for, my voice carried no weight. I would float above, my wolf deftly carrying me out of my own consciousness for the nights Valdis attacked my body with his vile, leathery carcass. Mara, Willa, Jess, Natalie, Holly, Charlotte, Violet, Ivy, an endless parade of names over the years. Women, girls who came in as new faces and left as sunken corpses. Mara was certain to be the next one to leave me. Self-preservation left me to be cooler towards her, how many people can you endure losing just as you connect to them? Before the Freeze I could see her spirit had been broken. Privately I had wondered how Lyra did it, tending to so many broken people, flogging herse
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Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy Epilogue
### FIVE YEARS LATER ### The truck has seen better days. More grey than black it trundles us wherever we need. Declan has become the expert at fixing it, fully aware that I absolutely love it when he gets oil on his hands or face. Rolling up his sleeves, showing his huge forearms that are solid from hard work, I offer up a daily prayer of thanks to the Goddess. “You are sure this is the place?” “I heard about it from the others back home.” Home was our small fishing village named Filney. Today was an unusual adventure for us, having barely left our little world for so long. Leaving the fortress all those years ago we had just headed south. With no more diversions or magnetic tourist attractions to show me, Declan took me to the very furthest tip of our nation. It still took a couple of months to get so far south. Just as he had dreamed, I fell asleep in the truck, waking up to him gently nudging me. However back then there had been no bump, just the first twinges of nausea and
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 84. Lyra
The rumours were true. Only a minute or two after we got Howen and Pearl onto the ground did a silent shaft of light blaze down. Watching from outside the fortress it appeared painful, the way everyone dropped to the floor covering their eyes. Even I had to shield my eyes with my hands.From what I could see amidst the whiteness Elvie appeared to have lost her mind, stood tall, flailing her arms and shouting upwards. Declan held me close, wrapping his leather jacket back around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.“Thank you,” leaning into him, loving the warmth of his huge body against mine.“What for?”“For not wanting to change us.”Declan shifted, leaning against the black truck door. “Can I say I am happy with myself without sounding like a dick? I’m covered in damage but I don’t care anymore.”“Well you are perfect, to me at least.” I smiled, watching him roll his eyes even though he squeezed me a little tighter. As quickly as it descended the beam vanished. From a dista
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 83. Elvie
The past few months have been a blur. When the Goddess light first appeared I didn't have a clue what to do. Instinct took over as I shredded into Reu's jacket with my claws, my wolf somehow emerging for the first time since I accidentally shifted at fourteen. I was whipped so severely for just my claws emerging in front of a Beta that I never tried it again. But when the light subsided, returning us to cold darkness I was sprawled underneath Reu in my wolf form. "What the fuck just happened?" Dill shouted, as everyone rubbed their eyes and huddled. Nearly everyone had dropped to the floor, unable to find their way indoors in the searing brightness. "Is everyone okay!" Reu shouted, clambering to his feet, his white hair a ragged mess. "Does anyone need help!" Everyone gasped as he stood up, revealing my shifted form. All the originals knew what a big deal it was. "Elvie is that you!" Arlen cried out, pointing in surprise. Then Sol gasped. "Arlen your…your hands!" "Dill your fac
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 82. Lyra
I squealed as Declan roughly shoved me into Pearl, scattering us to the ground.Then I saw why. Holding a long-barrelled shotgun, eyes blazing a furious gold stood Viktor. He was red-faced, sweating with exertion. Blonde hair now hung down to his shoulders, dirty and tangled. “What the fuck are you doing here,” Viktor said with a sneer, keeping the barrel pointed directly at Declan’s face. Manoeuvring so he could see all three of us togethe, his once handsome face twisted in smug victory.Gesturing the gun quickly towards me I gasped in fear as he mocked us. “You’re looking good Lyra, and a pretty friend too. My Declan, aren't you getting adventurous. Or did you fancy a less damaged slut for a while?”“Fuck off,” Pearl growled but this was no time for trading insults. Not when my mate had a gun waved in his face.“You’ve hidden the golden wolf here then?” Declan said flatly, flexing his huge chest, parting his legs to try and cover Pearl and I. From my crouched position I could feel
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 81. Declan
Lyra, forever formed of kindness and light raced to her side, Skidding into the blood and straw, not caring about her light cotton dress as she cradled Mara’s long blonde hair in her hands. “Mara what happened to you! Shit! Pearl, get some help, quick!” As the guard swore and cursed his bad luck, Pearl ran off. I heard her rummaging around in the guard room at the top of the corridor. Mara spluttered, her teeth stained with blood. Lyra carefully stroked her blonde hair away from the blood on her face, as gently as a mother would a newborn. “Lyra he…I did everything he asked.” “But you hurt people for him? The guards at the fortress, the men in this gold sale?” “I had to! I didn’t want to but he told me it was the only way. The only way we could be together. We put the golden wolf safe then came here to sell the little trinkets,” as she got upset her words became more ragged, her breathing starting to rattle. “We had such a good time…it was, he was perfect.” Pearl came scampering b
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 80. Declan
I have failed. Six months ensuring nothing harmed her happiness and I’ve gone and trashed it anyway. Those green eyes are filled with confusion and it’s all because of me. Because of something as simple as a dream. Albert having finally waddled downstairs, I slowly walk towards her. For the first time she steps backwards. Fuck. “You want to find Viktor? Howen? Both of them?” “I have to,” I confessed sadly, slumping down to sit on the soft bed. I rubbed at my eyes, running my hands through my short brown curls in frustration. “Lyra, these nightmares…these dreams are telling me I’ve got to do something.” “What dreams?” her voice softening, even though her arms are still folded. I keep my head in my hands, gripping my hair tightly as I force the words out. “Last night, I saw Howen as he was, as a young man being led away from me by Viktor, into a crowded road. I run, I search. I kill strangers in the streets to try to get to him. It drives me feral to the point where my dream ends wi
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 79. Lyra
Of course leaving the Fortress wouldn’t be complete without some final bloodshed. Seeing how Declan’s brotherhood had torn themselves to pieces the instant Beldon died was sobering. When I asked if we needed to tell the rest of the Rogues waiting back at the base, Declan shook his head. “The ones that made it out would have high-tailed it straight back there anyway."“What made Beldon and Morrell so…angry?” “I think they let their Bond fail. I don’t think you can live a life that violent, however well intentioned and not let it taint something pure,” Declan replied flatly. “Once that starts to rot, it all falls apart. Like how you described Corina.”So with Beldon’s body gingerly dragged from the flatbed of the dented black truck, we left. We were silent for the first few hours. Mainly because I was staring out of the window like an idiot at everything new. Declan was content to just drive, and watch me from the corner of his eye. Seeing the cragged black mountains up close, actual
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 78. Reu
Declan and Lyra left a few days ago. Elvie and I insisted on being the ones to take them back to what was left of the Rogue camp. On the snowmobiles, carrying machine guns and blades, we found a site of devastation. Blood had been spilled. A huge amount of it judging by the snowy corpse-clumps in the ground. Only one truck remained, Beldon’s frosted corpse. Tent sheeting flapped with claw marks, chunks of leather clothing shredded. Elvie and Lyra had shuddered to discover Amelie under one of the collapsed tents. “So this is Rogue law?” Elvie had muttered with a bitter tone. “You never know with Amelie, she may have struck the first blow or tried to lead a group attack,” I said after a minute's consideration. She always wanted to play big.She wouldn’t have even been up here had she not begged to come. Sitting quietly around every campfire for years, I have learned to watch people when they think they aren’t being studied. Amelie wanted more than her usual piece of Dec the instant
Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy 77. Lyra
Seeing Declan standing above my bed, blanket in hand, face flushed with desire I had for a second assumed it was just another fantasy. Too much hugging of the sandalwood-scented pillow, tricking myself again.Then he kissed me. He was so real. With a desire that bordered on frenzy, he seized and fucked me so exquisitely I felt I was coming apart at the seams. Only his gruff, heavy hold over my body kept me together. There was no feeling like it in the world when he sunk that deep inside. Laid next to him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, my toes curled at the memory of how he grabbed my ass, admiring me even though I knew my back was littered with scars.I love how even in his sleep, if I try to move away he instinctively pulls me closer. So excited to have him home I study him, unable to rest myself. His brown hair is shaggy and unkempt. That brown beard I love is even more ragged and needs trimming after so many days away.Despite the fighting and lack of food, Declan’s bod
