Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Selena's POV

I had expected my breathing to quicken and my heart to race when I read the wordings on the sign but surprisingly, none of that happened. I knew about Moonstone pack and I knew that I had every right to fear the sign as the rogue but I felt no fear.

Their Alpha, Alpha Zane, was ruthless and he ruled the pack with an iron fist, killing every rogue that made it to his pack boundaries. Something told me to turn back, but I knew the rogue was still out there, waiting for me to step out. And besides, where was I to go? My fate was basically the same any other way, so I couldn't care less about what was going to happen to me.

My stomach still rumbling and my throat parched from my lack of water, I turned from the fence and ventured deeper into the territory, fully aware that I was venturing into the lions den. The trees around me stretched endlessly, their crooked branches causing the shadows around me to be contorted and misleading. I had never felt so watched before.

After what felt like hours of walking and not finding anything to eat, my legs finally gave in. The exhaustion that I had been pushing back for so long now caught up with me all at once, causing me to fall down on my knees. My vision blurred as my body, too weak to continue, began to shut down.

I collapsed onto the cold ground with a loud thud, causing all the air in my lungs to get knocked out. As I began to drift into unconsciousness, I vaguely registered the sound of rustling leaves and the presence of someone-or something-approaching.

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The soft earth beneath me sent cold shivers through the bare part of my body, causing my eyes to flutter open. My stomach churned immediately, just as consciousness seeped in, the birds chipping and burbling of water on trees, though distanced, registered on my mind.

"Damn it," I screamed as the pain in my stomach became more intense. Looking around, I discovered that it was already midday.

I had slept for hours!!

The rustling of leaves by the distance quickly caught my attention. At first it was subtle, a faint crunching of leaves, but then it continued. Trying to get to my feet, I groaned, the muscles on my feet protesting. I fell back on the grass, unable to muster enough strength to move around.

Suddenly five massive werewolves burst from the underbrush, their eyes fixed on me, eager to attack. "She's a rogue," one of them said to the others. I wanted to protest to this but I just couldn't muster enough strength to speak up. It was at that moment that I realized that nothing I said would make them believe me.

"Yes indeed, she'll be good to kill, but a chase from her won't be bad at all," said another, his eyes glowing yellow.

I was too weak to respond to them, still I tried anyway,. But once I opened my mouth to speak, the pain from my abdomen got intense, causing me to close them back and groan softly. So I just sat there, watching them, noticing the differences in their eye colour.

"Quick, run," one of them commanded, his spear focused on me in a way to scare me to my feet. Sitting still, I just looked up to them pleadingly. The young werewolf in me had to survive.

"Well then, you're no fun," the wolf who had spoken first said, his tone etched with disappointment as he stretched his spear towards me, ready to throw it in my direction.

Closing my eyes and breathing hard, I prepared for my last.

"Wait, do not lay your hands on her," I heard a voice from a distance say, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and trumping sounds. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up to see my savior and found a large wolf on a horse that slowly trotted towards me. He had an authoritative look, one that sent shivers down my spine. From the way he carried himself, I could tell he was their leader of some sort.

"She's a rogue, my Lord. She deserves no mercy," the wolf pointing his spear at me said with a low growl as he brought the spear closer to my chin. "She doesn't deserve to live. And she chose not to rub either. Let's kill her here and now."

The wolf on the horse stared down at his soldiers, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you question my command, Gara?" he asked, his voice low but still carrying a weight of authority that made the werewolf with the spear immediately lower his weapon and step back.

"No, Alpha Zane." My breath caught in my throat the moment I heard that name. My gaze shifted from the werewolf, who now had his head bowed in submission, to the Alpha, whose eyes had drifted to meet mine. His golden eyes locked on mine and I felt the churn in my stomach increase. Those eyes, they were magnificent, yet held some kind of power that would immediately bring one to their knees the moment they saw it.

"Why... why do you spare her, my Lord?" the werewolf asked, his head still bowed down and his voice filled with hesitation.

Alpha Zane dismounted his horse slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn't look away, even though every instinct within me screamed at me to. He walked towards me gracefully and knelt down to my level. His intense gaze softened just slightly as he began to study my face.

"That is not for you to know, Gara," the Alpha whispered, his voice barely above a a whisper as he stood back to his feet. "Search the perimeter for any other rogue."

A lot seemed to be happening in such a short space of time and I lost count of everything that occured at that point. Slowly, the pain in my abdomen increased, and I was soon knocked out of consciousness again.

"Return to the pack," I heard someone say faintly as I slowly lost complete consciousness of my surrounding. "I'll bring her with me."