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Chapter 56: Amalea
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The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Prologue
I close my eyes. Let the sun fade my field of vision to a warm, red glow. Feel the heat on my skin. It's a perfect day. Not too warm, not too cold. The birds are singing a song of spring. A gentle breeze wafts campfire smoke, pollen kisses, and promises of tomorrow my way while the swaying of the trees lulls me into a sense of calm. If I focus on it, it almost drowns out the crowd's cheers and taunts, excited for my hanging. It's a perfect day to die. "Amalea Ann Whitehouse, you stand here before the eyes of your alpha and pack condemned to hang on the charges of treason, murder, and arson. Would you like to speak your peace?" The jailer drones on. There are a lot of things I'd like to say to these bastards, but they don't deserve it. They're not worth it. "I am at peace." That's all they get. I open my eyes. Look at the town I once called home. The pack I once called family. The man I thought I might have loved. How did I get here? Standing on the edge of a platform in rags, covere
Last Updated : 2022-08-01The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 1 - 2 Years Earlier
"Anna, the garden is not going to weed itself." Ah, my sweet girl. She's sitting on the porch braiding a dandelion chain, shirking her chores as usual. My mate and I, we always wanted a girl, and third time's the charm. I wish he'd gotten to see her. At all of 8 years old, she's everything we'd hope she'd be. Smart and sweet, but also stubborn and strong. All red golden curls, just like me, but with more dimples. She's sunshine in a werewolf body. Sometimes I wonder if there's not a wee bit of fae in there somewhere. "Momma, momma, look what I made you." She skips over to me, looping her finished creation around my neck. I hug her tight, tickling her sides. "I love it! Now see to the garden. We're housing warriors tonight." "Again!" She pouts momentarily before some likely mischievous thought seems to occur to her, and off she goes. I'd bet a week's chores she's about to con her older brothers into helping, or more likely, doing her job, but no matter, there's much to do. Always is
Last Updated : 2022-08-01The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 2
As the front rig comes to a full stop, the man driving hops out, slamming his door as he does. He's every bit of the average warrior. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes—nothing stand-out. Nothing that would make you look twice at him, at least if you're a werewolf, but his aura is imposing enough that it's obvious this is the gamma, and you can tell he's proud of that. He stands stark straight, perfect posture, head held high. None of the packs use uniforms so as not to draw the attention of humans, but you can tell he imposes one of sorts anyway. I watch as his men begin to file out of the increasing number of vehicles arriving. They are all dressed similarly. Dark slacks, black shoes shined to perfection, plain dark t-shirts. The only difference is in the shirt color and the slight variance of their facial features, and more just keep coming. I try to appraise my new guests. We've housed warriors from nearly every pack now, but never Blood Moon. Their pack is reclusive. Member
Last Updated : 2022-08-28The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 3
Dinner was served by 9 as requested and went smoothly. The Blood Moon warriors were strictly regulated indeed. Like clockwork men, they marched to the mechanisms of their routine, which I learned was dinner at 9, practice from 10 to 12, cleanup, drinks, then it was lights out. They barely spoke to one another, let alone me or my children, not even a thank you for the lodging or food. They've been here half a day, and the gamma is the only one I've spoken more than three words to. It's unnatural. We're pack animals, after all. There seems to be no comradery, no warmth in their ranks. Even over the drinks—which they brought—there was no idle chitchat between them, stories, or songs. They just recited oaths to their alpha, who isn't even here. It's just another ritual, a mark in their routine. This is no normal camp. 1:05 AM, and I find myself in bed listening to nothing but eerie silence, trying to process this situation. I can't just let them leave with the girls, can I? I'm not stupi
Last Updated : 2022-08-28The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 4
The car comes to a sudden stop, slamming me into consciousness and the seat back behind me. I hear car doors shut and feet on gravel before the trunk door opens, and someone pulls me out and to my feet by my hair, dragging me toward the pack house doors. The early morning dawn light is blinding. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. My heart hurts. I'm forced to crouch slightly as the warrior gripping my hair drops his arm. He holds me in place absently while waiting on our warriors to permit him into the pack house. I can't seem to bring myself to think of them as anything but our warriors, but there is no "our" anymore, is there? I'm alone. "They will see you now," one of the gaurds announces, opening the door and leading us into the foyer. It's been so long since I've been to the pack house, and now, to return like this. My feet leave dark marks on the cold marble as dried blood and mud flakes loose. "Stop," the warrior who let us in suddenly comments, "Not her. She's a mess." His eyes gla
Last Updated : 2022-08-29The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 5 - James POV
"It's 5:30 in the fucking morning. Couldn't this bullshit wait?" Marcus rages. He's in a mood again. He may have inherited the title by blood right, but he hates every second of the responsibility and duty that entails. We've got four pack links severed, three dead Blood Moon Warriors, one dead gamma, no answers, and he's worried about getting his beauty rest. Typical. "Where's my coffee? Fifty fucking omegas in this house, and no one can muster a cup of coffee for their alpha? Incompetent idiots," Marcus continues on his tirade as Alice slips in with a hot mocha for him, sliding it on his desk without him even noticing. Ah, she has one for me too. My savior. She always comes through for me. It smells a bit—off—though, but not in a bad way. Or is that the garden? Whoever has taken it over has really outdone themselves. I don't even know how to describe it. Sunshine and jasmine? Does sunshine have a smell? If it does, this is surely it. The council doors open, and I lean forward in a
Last Updated : 2022-09-04The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 6 - James
It's been hours. Our pack warriors were ready to head out within 10 minutes, but these Blood Moon bastards keep bitching about some sort of schedule that they have to keep. First, they needed breakfast, then some oath to their alpha, training, and a quick shower. Did they fucking forget their gamma and three of their brothers were just slaughtered? These guys are fucking weird. I'm not sure I want to meet the rest of their regime back at the Whitehouse farm, but I'm not going to find any clues about what happened last night anywhere else. Finally, their new "leader," as he's declared himself, saunters up to me at about 11 am. "Let's get moving," he commands like he's not talking to someone well above his rank. I should put him in his place, but he's also not worth wasting any more time. I signal my men, and we load up, finally getting underway. The farm is only about a 25-minute drive from the packhouse. Of course, it's also deeper in the Dark Wood than any other home on the pack lan
Last Updated : 2022-09-04The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 7 - James
For three weeks, I’ve spent my days searching the Dark Wood and my nights at Amalea’s side. I haven’t found a fucking thing but love—love that I’m going to fucking lose if I can’t find some proof that my mate is innocent. Chad and his Blood Moon freaks have ransacked her house. No evidence of treason or her mysterious conspirators. Shocker. They’re growing restless and want to return to their lands. Marcus has been sure to remind me that we—and their Alpha—also want them to return to their lands and their duties. Their regime was only stopping here on their way to Cold Bay. Vamps laid siege to a guard station there and turned it into their own personal blood cooler. Literally, I hear they cut the power and gas, warriors can’t get out for wood, and the temperatures have dropped on that side of the mountain. There’s also the matter of naming a new gamma. Chad seems to think he’s won it by default, but he forgets that’s not how titles work. You don’t just get promoted to gamma because t
Last Updated : 2022-09-06
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The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 56: Amalea
“You can stay in my room!” Anna chirps as we come to a stop in front of a neon pink door. She swings it open to reveal an equally pink room. “I decorated it myself! It was one of the first spells Laumae taught me. She says I have an artist’s heart,” she continues proudly.“My room is next door, and Thomas is across the hall. There’s an empty room next to his for you. I wouldn’t stay in here if I were you. It looks like a pink elephant puked up Pepto,” Eric adds laughing. Anna gives him a death glare. “It does not! You’re just jealous you couldn’t figure out how to change your room!”He goes quiet and kicks a stuffed animal at his feet. Anna continues to show me all her treasures and triumphs oblivious to the nerve she’s struck in her brother. He continues to sulk for a bit before Anna mentions the training grounds, and he perks back up, tales of his newfound prowess with the bow and arrow pouring out of him.I soak up every word they say. Every expression they make. The way the light
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 55: Darius
Showered and in dry, clean clothes I feel much more like myself, albeit a far weaker version of myself. How long will it take to regain my strength I wonder? If I regain it. You certainly don’t hear tales of great rogue alphas in our histories. Is that because there are none, or because rogues don’t write history books? Time will tell.I eye the bed in the corner of the room. It’s strange to feel tired. Sleep has always been more of an optional pleasure for me than a necessity, but right about now, I feel as if I could sleep for a century. That would be one way to pass the time.Making my way over to the bed, I collapse really more than lie down, relieved to be off my feet, but just as I settle in and close my eyes, the door opens. Becca leans against the door frame with her hip. She doesn’t say anything at first, just watches me with her head cocked to the side. I sit up.“What?” I ask, trying not to let my annoyance show. I am her guest after all.“Just debating joining you in bed
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 54: Darius
The cold collision of my skin against rock jars me back into consciousness as the council guards walk away from me, leaving me in the mud with nothing but the echoes of their laughter. I knew this could happen. I just never believed it would.I push up out of the muck, trying to get a sense of where they’ve dumped me. Even that’s a struggle. I’ve never felt so weak, even when I was transitioning. Death hurt less than this. It’s as if a piece of every cell in my body has been violently ripped from me. It’s so quiet, startlingly alone, after feeling so many connections for so long.It’s no wonder there are so few rogue alphas. The few that survive the pack bonds breaking likely end things themselves just to escape the isolation. That won’t be me. I’m stronger than this. I can come back from this.The terrain is rocky here, and there’s a chill on the breeze, but no sounds of civilization. I’m not near a town. Mountain peaks peek over the trees around me. The road the guards brought me he
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 53: Amalea
“Wait! Slow down!” I call out breathlessly to my strange guide as I struggle through the brush after him. I don’t know how far we’ve gone, but it feels like miles. Whatever I was dosed with may have worn off, but my body still feels foreign, like it belongs to someone else. Someone weak and slow. It doesn’t help that I have no shoes, and I’m constantly struggling to keep the cloak my guide gave me tied around me, but it is better than being naked.I nearly topple backward when he doubles back and pops up beside me—he certainly isn’t slow. “Have you seen others like me come from the mountain? Werewolves I mean? Two boys and a girl?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the creeping realization that I’ve now followed a fae creature deep into their wood. I’ve followed the enemy.He answers without hesitation—with an elvish stream of gibberish. I can’t understand him. His tone seems friendly at least. The confused look on my face as I try to puzzle out what he means must be clear because
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 52: James
My visit to the capital has gone a little differently this round. No luxury cars and comfortable accommodations, that’s for sure. Just cold dark walls and distrust. Worse, they’ve given me a cellmate this time—fucking Darius. Two days now, and he hasn’t said a word. He just sits there brooding. He’s plotting, I’m sure. That bastard is always plotting. His plotting got us into this. At least the council seems to view this matter with slightly more urgency than Alicia’s dramatic performance. We’re set to stand before them today. I still don’t know how I’m going to get out of this. Fuck, I still don’t understand what happened. All I know is it’s Darius’ doing somehow, and he’s got to pay. Thankfully, I’m not doomed to spend another awkward afternoon stuck in my cell. An omega gives us our daily bread and Darius gets his blood bag before a council agent escorts us to the meeting chamber. No one is working this time. All eyes are on us, and the looks we are getting are more than disappro
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 51: Darius
I can’t sense her anymore, but she can’t be dead. I felt her through the blood bond, followed our love all the way to a huge oak tree in the Dark Wood, but I couldn’t find her, and as dawn broke, I felt her move away before I lost her completely. I don’t understand any of this. Having fae blood explains her ability to shift into other animals, but not why I can’t feel her now. I can smell she was here. There’s an itch in my mind—something I used to know. Something familiar about her abilities. What have I been forced to forget, and what does it have to do with Amalea? It would take a powerful witch to cast an enchantment like this. To erase something from reality? That’s not child’s play. It’s not something that would be done on a whim or could be done by just anyone. It would have a price. Clouds gather overhead, casting a gloom over the forest as it begins to rain. I don’t want to, but I need to leave. I won’t figure out anything just sitting under this tree. I’ve been here for ho
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 50: Amalea
It’s soft. Where—where am I? I should be dead. I try to open my eyes, but they feel heavy. I feel heavy, sleepy, distant from myself, like—I can’t think straight. My thoughts run from me, confuse me. Why is it soft? I can feel it all around me, against my skin, cradling me. Naked—I’m naked. Why? They hung me.I should be dead. It smells like soil, like earth, like home. Am I dead? Am I home? I have to open my eyes. Open. It takes all my strength, but slowly the world fades into view. Moss. The moss is soft. I’m below a tree, an oak tree.The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?I try to wiggle my fingers, but they won’t budge, and my eyes flutter closed from the effort. My tears fall anyway. Who cares how I got here? I’m alive, and I’m home. I just need to sleep whatever
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 49: James
I can’t even look at her. I know if I do, I won’t be able to go through with this. Even if this isn’t a real execution. Fuck, even if she really does hate me—wants that asshole instead—she shouldn’t have to go through this. I can feel every step she takes. Her anger, confusion, hurt, fear, and now calm. She’s letting go. I just hope that I can bring her back.“The bag,” I manage, trying to keep my voice steady as I glance up at her—and that’s when I know. I feel it. A surge of defiance. I should have known her calm was just the eye of the storm. A smile plays across her perfect lips as she jumps off the platform before Jackson can put the bag over her head.She seems to fall in slow motion as I watch my world end. The council member will know. He’ll know she isn’t dead. He’ll know I tried to defy the council’s orders. They’ll kill her anyway, and me too maybe, if they don’t expel the pack from the alliance or both.I hear her bones snap, breaking me from my trance, but not at the end
The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution Chapter 48: Amalea
I’ve had a lot of time to think—too much maybe. I wish that I had more time for so many things, but thinking isn’t one of them. The more I think about how I got here, about all the things that have been done to me, the angrier I get. Angry that I won’t get to do all the things I wanted in my life. That I won’t ever get to see my children again, to know if they’re alright, to see the people they’ll grow to be, to say goodbye. I’m angry that my own people put me here. That the leaders we chose to protect us built a system that uses us as fuel to create power for a few, for them. That I can’t do anything to change it, make it a better place for my children, for Liza, for everyone I love. That I’m letting them all down.“You didn’t eat your breakfast,” James muses beside me. I don’t need the mate bond to know he’s worried about me and that makes me even angrier. I hate him for putting his mark on me, for forcing fate on me, for being here right now instead of Darius.“I’m ready,” I repea
