Demon wolf

Saved Because of a Rogue

Jessica’s POV

After the female guards took me away from the men I tried getting them to see to understand why I did what I did hoping woman to woman would gain my favor but my pleas and explanations fell on deaf ears. One of them back handed me like I was a disrespectful child. I looked at her in shock.

“If you are gonna try to justify your traitorous actions with disrespect for the princess how about you see the person you’ve spend your life hating and plotting against for who she really is?”

A blue glowing ball appeared in her hand. I can’t believe they have a witch! She took my voice! I can’t speak or even make a sound they carry me up stairs I try to fight but the witch just waves her hand restraining me with magic making me walk behind her as if nothing was wrong. As if I wasn’t going against my will. f*****g witches. They hid in a corner but I could smell the king, queen, Alarik, Alora, and someone else but they kept talking like they don’t know I’m hear I guess the witch blocked my scent and our presence. The witch looked at me like this was such a bother but she’s the one that brought me here!

“But only if you want to Alora.”

Oh of course precious Alora once again is calling all the shots.

“Little girl if you don’t stop blocking them out with your own thoughts I will teleport your ears under the table so all you can hear is them.”

I shake my head as hard as I can and start paying attention. They are talking about the day Alora got away with tertiary! Alarik is finally gonna see who she really is. The witch summons another ball I shake my head and start paying attention. The more of the story I hear the more shocked I am until I start crying. That rogue she fed the one I tried to get the Alpha to kill.. he’s the reason I’m alive? He died before I even knew he was dead.. Alora risked her life and had defended me when my back was to her all this time because of him. Her standing up against everyone wasn’t just an act to win me over.. it was him no that’s not an accurate claim not anymore it was HER. I was saved because of a rogue no not just any rogue a rogue with heart.. he was no rogue at all I refuse to call him that knowing what I know now. He was a true wolf Jack he had loyalty to those lost he cared for others out side of his self he respected pack order. Rogues don’t care they are selfish, dirty, cruel. Jack is the name of the man I wanted dead is the reason I’m alive the uncle of those I’ve plotted against, despised blamed for every wrong I felt I was given. Jack the lone wolf not a pack member but far from a rogue a true wolf. I wouldn’t blame him if he regretted having me saved. By the time I opened my eyes we were back in the dungeon. I realize I was no longer under her spell that I was just standing there. She didn’t force me into my cage she waited patiently for me to choose run or take the consequences for my actions. The screams all around me no longer scared me I didn’t fear when I’d be the one screaming like that I stood tall. For the sins I have committed in spite of what I didn’t know I will take whatever they see fit. We are taught young a good wolf only truly dies when their teachings carry no weight. That wolf shouldn’t of died like that and in his name I won’t let him have died in vane I won’t die hear Alora won’t let me but I can spend the rest of my life proving I was worth her uncle’s sacrifice.

“What changed?”

“What do you mean?”

“You went from scared, loud, and self centered to quiet and confident.”

“Someone should have made me hear that sooner I’ve been disrespectful to a dead wolf that deserves the most respect. I know Alora won’t let this be my death bed so after I take my punishment like a mature adult I will spend the rest of my life proving I was worth saving.”

She smiled a real smile not fake not forced not like I’m a child but proud. I forgot what it was like having someone proud of me. I am mad I bet everyone one else in the pack older than us knew and no one made me hear the hard truth until now. I have spent years acting like a spoiled child but everything made sense why my parents kept such a close eye on me after that day. I would’ve been the one dead if not for him. Jack.

“Would you like to take a road trip?”

I look at the witch skeptically but took her out stretched out hand. Our surroundings started to blur I had to close my eyes to keep from getting sick.

“Open your eyes now pup.”

I open my eyes we are in a cemetery. I look at her confused I don’t recognize and of my surroundings. She starts walking.

“This was once a beautiful pack now a cemetery it’s all of Alora and Jenasi’s family and friends. Marcus gave them proper graves going off of Alora’s sense of recognition for her packs language. Jenasi helped by the faintness of their scents it wasn’t till a year later he truly learned their pack language thanks to Alora she wouldn’t respond to anyone for two years unless it was in their language because she was determined to get it down. He only learned it to keep his packs teaching alive. Alora even taught Rose. Jenasi isn’t a very good teacher when it isn’t physically taxing.”

She chuckles to her self. We finally stop walking at a grave it was Jacks grave.

“How do you know so much about them?”

“They are my niece and nephew I am their mother’s sister. My mom had two mates my sister was a full wolf while I’m a hybrid.”

I sit at his grave and just start crying I have no right to mourn a man I didn’t know but I owe him everything.