Chapter 6: The blonde is our mate

They were both tall and similar in appearance, except for some subtle differences. One has striking blonde hair that looks like fire, and the other has hair as dark as night. Their build was also different. One is built like a warrior, and the other is delicate like an artist. The blonde was the delicate one, almost looking feminine. He seemed so fragile, like a strong wind would blow him away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green like the woman holding me in her arms, while the other had piercing brown eyes, much more intense like his father's.

They watched me like some exotic animal, and their stare made me self-conscious. I was forced to pull out of their mother's arms and compose myself. I must look a sight with my tears and snotty nose.

"You are always beautiful, even if you have a face of snot."

"Thanks, Frost. What will I do without your compliments," I muttered sarcastically, wincing at her unflattering visual. "Anyway, is it them?"

"You do know it is one mate, right?"

"Frost!"

"Alright, cool your heels. I think it is..."

"Dear, are you alright?"

Nyx's voice snapped me out of my conversation with Frost. I blinked at her before nodding, and then I stole a peak at the gorgeous beings behind her again. They looked the same age as me and were the most handsome guys ever. I tried to be subtle about checking them out, but Nyx saw my little action.

"Boys," she called them forward.

"These are my sons. Chase," she pointed to the blonde, "and Dustin," she pointed at the dark-haired one.

"Hi," I waved shyly to them.

Dustin replied to my greeting with a warm hello, but the blonde ignored me. Hello, rude much? I rolled my eyes. He looked like the Diva type. I added, glaring at the blonde in my mind. I had noticed the arrogant way he carried himself earlier.

"Um..." Frost interrupted my heated thoughts about the rude blonde who thinks he is all that and some. Who does he even think he is? "Fallon!" Frost snapped when I got lost in my thoughts again, but before she could say why she wanted my attention, Alpha Emerson returned his attention to us.

"Alright, where were we?" He asked and answered. "Yes, we were discussing what to do with you?" His eyes on me were intense, telling me he was no longer messing around. 

"There is no need to discuss what to do with her. We all know what we do with trespassers. Either we kill her, or we banish her. She is trouble."

I turned to glare at the blonde.

What the hell is his problem? And how the fuck does he know that I am trouble. I will show him trouble.

I imagined my foot striking his stiff behind. My kick would probably push further the giant stick he has in his arse and make him more of an arse than he is already.

"I say we let her stay. She lost her whole pack; where will she go?" Dustin defended softly.

God bless you. I sent him a secret smile that wasn't obvious on my face. But before I could rejoice that someone was sticking up to me, Satan spoke again. "That is none of our business. The last thing we need is trouble after her knocking on our doors. We have lived in this forest for centuries without having any problems with rogues, and then she walks in, rogues on her heels. How long, Dad, before they find us?"

His words, though cold and callous, were valid. I was trouble. The rogues after me aren't just going to give up. The rogue alpha was known for not leaving any witnesses. For each pack he conquers, he subjugates them under his rule, making them his slaves. And anyone who proves stubborn, he kills. No one has been able to escape him except me.

In the past, rogues were scattered with no organization. No one succeeded in bringing them together until Conrad. The savage beast, as Conrad is known in our world, was a beta of one of the packs in Eastern territory whose lust for power caused him to be banished from his pack, making him a rogue.

For years, no one heard from him, and rogues' attacks were nonexistent. They lived in shadows, never daring to venture out in daylight or risk being killed, and then Conrad happened. At first, the attacks were small-scale—hardly believable—but then he upped his antics, moving from attacking groups of wolves out on a hunt to massive attacks of packs.

His first attack was a small pack in the east. After he easily conquered them, his lust for power increased, and the more packs he conquered, the more unquenchable his lust for power became.

His evil plan is to dominate all wolf territories under his rule.

His old pack was one of the first to fall victim to his attack. Everyone had assumed he would be bound in the east, but now he has ventured north.

Alpha Emerson seems to agree with his son. "You have a point, son..."

"What are you saying, Emerson? You don't think it wise for us to put the poor girl out alone. Knowing she won't survive long on her own, not against Conrad and his cronies," Nyx intervened on our behalf.

"We could always kill her. Problem solved."

I found it difficult to believe that someone as handsome as him would be this sadistic. Or was it me? Maybe there is something about me that doesn't agree with him.

"Chase!" Nyx yelled in a scolding tone, looking behind to glare at her son. He looked unbothered. "I am just saying," he shrugged his shoulder like it wasn't a life he was discussing so carelessly. I wanted to wrap my hand along his long, slender neck and squeeze until he turned blue, and I wouldn't stop. Let's see how he likes death when he is the one experiencing it.

"Darling, I know how much you like to protect everyone, but having strangers in our pack is something we never do. Remember, we promised never to get involved with outside world affairs."

Sitting there listening to them discuss me like this made me feel helpless, and I was not too fond of it.

"Do you want to leave?"

I was surprised by Frost's question.

"We might not survive it alone," I whispered.

"Well, it is better than being treated like a common beggar. If they don't want to help us, we will not beg," she snarled in my mind. I think being talked about like we matter nothing was getting to her.

Do we take our chances out there?

"You don't have to worry, Fallon. I will do my best to protect you."

My wolf sentiment touched me, but she was only one wolf against so many rogues. What can she do?

"We could hide until he has forgotten about us."

"What about our people? We know what Conrad does to the packs he conquers."

That gave her a pause. "Then we go to another pack that is willing to help."

I didn't readily agree with her suggestion. Something about this pack makes me want to stick around, and it is not just our mate, although he is one reason.

"What about our mate?" I asked Frost.

"Well, you will not like what I am about to tell you."

"What?"

"The blonde is our mate."

"What!"