Chapter Eighteen

Regan’s POV

The idea to allow Rage spend time with Jasmine proved to be a huge success.

Luke had accompanied us to what Jasmine had named Rage’s Sanctuary once more before returning to attend to his pack duties.

This meant only I and Jasmine spent time alone in the Sanctuary - or to be more specific, Jasmine and Rage spent time together in the Sanctuary while I watched on.

I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy watching her spend time with my wolf.

However, the closer the two became, the more I realized just how lonely Rage must have been all these years.

Around Jasmine, he was more or less a pup. A happy, excited pup.

It was also clear to see that it was not only Rage who had grown very fond of the she-wolf, she in turn had grown very fond of him.

It warmed my heart to see how excited she looked at the sight of him instead of the frightened look that had once been there.

Their new found friendship influenced Rage positively.

He no longer had his anger bursts or lashed out at anyone at the slightest provocation.

And even better, he had begun to initiate conversations with me. We now talked like we had ought to from the very beginning, even though the topic of conversation he was only interested in always involved Jasmine.

Rage spending more time with Jasmine meant I had to as well. It also meant Jasmine spent lesser time with Lena and Nana, and neither of the she wolves were happy about that.

In fact, they had both confronted me about the very matter, though on different occasions.

While Lena had looked absolutely horrified at the thought of her dear friend spending time with my beast - as she called him - after I had informed her of the arrangement, Nana took the news a lot better than her granddaughter, simply giving me a look I could not read before nodding and making her way out of my study.

Currently, I had bigger concerns in the form of a revenge plan against Blackmoon pack, as pay back for the young wolf member of my pack they had unlawfully killed.

After one of her play meetings with Rage, I had asked Jasmine’s help to help find the easiest and quickest routes in and out of Blackmoon pack and she had been so eager to help that she had done so immediately.

So I now possessed a map for easy access in and out of Blackmoon pack without even their best scouts and trackers seeing it coming.

All that was left to do was finalize with Luke and head out at dawn.

The wolf in question pushed open the doors to my study and entered without knocking.

The mutt had no fear of me anymore.

He made his way as he always did to one of the two seats across the desk from me and plopped down on the one to my left.

“It is ready”, he informed. “Our spy confirmed that Jasmine’s direction was impeccable and I have assembled the warriors and scouts. We fall out at dawn. Do you have any more orders for us before we leave?” He asked.

I simply leaned back in my chair.

“Orders will not be necessary”, I told him. “I will be coming with you”.

He sat up at that, his usual lazy posture straightening.

“You never come along for attacks”, he said, narrowing his eyes to look at me in suspicion. “And for good reason. We don’t want you wiping out the whole of Blackmoon pack in one attack, it would make us loose the support of the other wolf packs”, he said.

“I know “, I said, turning to face his worry filled face. “I would not be going if I wasn’t completely sure that I had absolute control”. I explained.

“But why are you coming with us?”, he asked. “You never come with us for attacks. And not that I am complaining but I would rather not loose any more pack members while trying to keep your beast from tearing apart every wolf in Blackmoon”, he said.

Uncharacteristically, I rolled my eyes.

It seemed Rage wasn’t the only one to pick things up from Luke.

One of his eyebrows lifted at that in surprise but I did not give him time to recover.

“With how often he is spending time with Jasmine, I fear I might need this hunt to ensure that his killer instincts are still intact”, I told him truthfully.

There was a moment of complete silence.

Then he suddenly bursted out laughing.

I rolled my eyes yet again, sure that Rage was doing the same thing and knowing that Luke would begin his jests once he had recovered.

“She has turned your killer beast into a pup”, he teased, slowly recovering from his laughter and wiping at tears that had escaped his eyes in the process.

I simply shot him a glare.

“Are you finished?” I asked.

He nodded, biting down on his bottom lip to hold back any more out bursts.

“Now, to the matter I wished to discuss with you”, I began. “It seems he wants us to get rid of Jasmine, so I was thinking we should”, I said.

He froze.

All signs of amusement vanished from his face as he stared at me in silence.

“Have you lost your mind?!” He bursted out. “Get rid of Jasmine?” He asked. “If we so much as hurt a hair on her head, your killer beast will rip us to shreds even before Nana and Lena try to do the same”, he ranted. “Of course since he can’t possibly harm you, I will be the only one getting torn apart by that beast of yours”, he raved.

As soon as he paused for breath, I cut in.

“I don’t mean we would actually get rid of her”, I said. “Rage would never agree to it and frankly, even without the dangers of the consequences, I would not either”, I told him.

Eyes still narrowed, he gave me a nod to continue.

“What I meant, was that we make him believe that we have fallen for his trap and have gotten rid of his mate when in fact, we will not”, I explained.

He leaned back into his seat, the suspicion clearing from his eyes to be replaced by that calculation look that made him a nightmare to cross.

“Go on”, he encouraged.

“We need something with a strong amount of her scent”, I continued. “Preferably rags since we want to make it seem like she was maltreated here, then I’m sure we can make Nana alter the blood of an animal to smell like it is Jasmine’s blood”.

“He won’t be able to tell if she is still alive since he never claimed or mated with her”, he said, already in tune with me.

“Precisely”, I replied, ignoring the annoyance I could feel from Rage at the thought of Jasmine being claimed or mated.

“And when we attack at dawn, we can drop off the false evidence of her death as a warning”, he concluded before standing to his feat. “I will tell Nana to start working on an alteration spell”, he said. “Anything else?” He called over his shoulder as he walked towards the door.

“I cannot wait to taste the blood of a Blackmoon wolf”, I said and he turned to look at me with a smirk. “It has been too long”, I said.

He returned my smile with one of anticipation.

“Indeed”, he said before pushing the door open and leaving,

It was not a lie.

I had missed the thrill of hunting.

The thrill of making a kill and ripping my enemies apart.

The taste of the blood of my enemies on my tongue.

I had missed it.

I had never joined in on attacks simply because I might have lost control and annihilated the entire Blackmoon wolves.

Not that I did not want to, but doing so would put me in the worst place with the other werewolf packs and would result in my pack being shunned.

I could not afford to allow that happen.

That was why we launched little attacks to terrorize them, not enough to completely destroy them, but enough to ensure they had no peace until we found a good opportunity to fully exact our revenge.

Since a little opportunity had presented itself to avenge our pack member, I intended to fully make use of it.

And especially with the day so closely approaching, I needed to take my warriors out for a good hunt to help take the edge off before the day finally came.

Knowing that Luke would have everything ready before dawn, I made my way out of my study and out the pack house with a smirk on my lips.

I could feel the excitement already building up, and from the wagging of his tail, I could tell Rage felt the same way.

Before the crack of dawn, I had led my pack warriors to the borders of Blackmoon Pack.

Jasmine had been a huge help with the accurate descriptions and we easily slipped into their pack undetected.

We had taken out the guards at their Eastern border quite easily and I had ripped off the head of one of the guards before he could raise an alarm.

Unlike the rest of my pack warriors, Luke and I had remained in our human forms.

It was not yet time to let Rage out.

When he did come out, I wanted him to wreak havoc.

Until I had felt the damage was enough to scar the pack but not enough to break any laws.

I still needed the laws on my side.

This attack was an act to avenge our murdered pack member and was allowed by the law, just as long as we did not kill too many wolves.

Despite the fact that I did not particularly like it, I did not intend to break it.

I had already instructed my warriors to inflict pain but not kill.

Only Luke and I were allowed to kill any werewolves.

And I had no doubt that they would obey.

They always did.

So we made our way towards their pack house where werewolves had already begun to come out to handle their chores with the rising of the Sun, and hidden in shadows, we waited.

I knew all that was needed was my order and the seemingly peaceful morning of those werewolves would turn into a nightmare of blood.

‘Are you ready?’ I asked Rage.

‘Yes’, he replied.

‘Remember, no killing of she wolves and pups and no killing of more than five. Understood?’ I reminded.

He rolled his eyes, an action that was quickly becoming a habit - an increasingly annoying yet contagious habit - before giving a nod.

I turned back to my pack to mind link my final orders.

‘Hurt but don’t kill. And do not harm any she wolves or pups’, I told them and got a chorus response of ‘Yes, Alpha’, before I gave a nod to Luke and began to shift.

Once my shift was completed, I stayed back and watched Rage give a howl as a signal for attack before all hell broke loose.

I could feel the familiar rush and thrill course through us at the screams of terror and screams of pain from those that were unfortunate enough to be our victims.

As we fought, I could feel Luke’s wolf -quick as lightning - rip limbs faster then the wolves that tried to fight back could scream.

Even I had to admit that Lane, Luke’s wolf, was quite deadly.

He kept close as we made our way through the werewolves that came at us.

Like Rage, my eyes desperately sought out one werewolf in particular but when I finally caught sight of his disgusting brown fur and made to move towards him, Lane blocked our path.

‘If we kill one more we have broken the laws’, he mind linked. ‘We cannot afford to do that, especially not now’, he said.

Despite the fact that every pore of our being was dying to make that final kill, we knew he was right.

We could not put our pack in danger simply for the sake of revenge.

Letting out a growl of anger, we turned away.

‘Leave the warning and call everyone back to the pack’, We said, turning to help one of our wounded pack members to his feet and grabbing a smaller one by the scruff of his neck with our mouth before leading the quickly assembling pack out the exit Jasmine had helped us find and on our way back home.