Going Rogue

THREE

“He must be invest... we have no idea what he knows... there could be more... as we speak..”

“I am with Lola.. the boy knows nothing... after everything... have you ever seen him outside the palace walls...”

“There is a reason he is called the foolish heir.”

I snap back to consciousness and hear the last statement. I try to remember where I was and what happened, and I wince, My head still feels groggy from where I was hit or where it hit the ground, that is uncertain.

“He is still Marianna’s son.”

My head snaps up at the sound of the name. My head swims and my eyes water from the pain but I ignore it.

“Marianna? Marianna Lloyds?”

Five sets of eyes turn to me in irritation. Only one set is familiar, and before I lose my focus and smile at her, I look at the others. Two men that look to be brothers, they were elderly, eyes full of distrust. The woman sitting close to them looks elderly. She is the only one smiling, a cat sits on her laps and she strokes the fur tenderly. And finally a guy that looks to be my age, his eyes hold the most suspicion.

It is obvious they are deciding my fate as I sit strapped to this chair made of silver.

“Did you know her? Did you know my mother?” I ask them again.

I have been searching for those who knew my mother. But it was like she never existed.

“You have her eyes.” The woman says with a smile.

Relief floods my veins like the silver flooded my body and weakened me further.

I have searched for someone who knew my mother but now that I see her in front of me, I have no idea what to ask first.

“I say we interrogate him.”

My eyes snap to the elderly man that spoke, he was clearly the younger of the two.

“He knows nothing.” The woman argued.

“Well we won't know until he speaks.”

I swallow and look away from the round table they have chosen to sit at and decide my fate. Just few hours ago, I was celebrating my eighteenth birthday, happy to finally have a say in pack matters. I could finally attend pack meetings. Nobody knew where I was, nobody will come find me, and with this silver weakening me, I won't be able to fight my way out of here. If I do leave this chair, I still have them to fight.

My eyes water, I look up and will myself not to shed a tear. That's when I notice a symbol on the ceiling. A very familiar symbol. A red background and a fist raised in the air placed in the middle. I try to remember exactly where I had seen it.

It hits me, I had seen pictures of the symbol on places where disaster had struck, it was like the call card, like the perpetrator telling the whole world what they had done and they could do it again.

If the symbol was here. It meant these were the ones behind the attacks. These were the ones who raided the markets and made away with every thing. They also raided the food supply my father had built in store for winter when there was little to nothing to hunt.

My mate was amongst them. My mate was amongst the group of rogues that terrorized the pack and was my father's biggest headaches. They did that. I had passed by the cabinet meeting room by accident so many times that was how I kept up with the group of people that caused the fire at the fallow grounds that killed my mother.

“You.. you killed my mother.”

I meet my mate's eyes and she looked betrayed that I would think that, after a few seconds her walls were rebuilt. She looked at me like she always did. With disgust.

“You all did the damage to the pack. You were at the ceremony hall today why? To kill my father too? Was one parent not enough for you?”

I am seething now. I can see it almost as clear as day. She was going to throw the knife at my father, if I had not come at the time that I did, I would have been an orphan.

“I was wrong. Kill him, torture him, I don't care.”

Her voice is icy as she walks out of the room. They don't try to stop her. Instead they focus their anger on me.

“My father will find you. He will catch up on you. I know he will. And that day would be the last day you guys terrorize innocent civilians.”

My words come out fast and rushed. My chest feels like it was going to explode. My poor mother. That was how the woman knew her, because they killed her. And here I was thinking she was the kind one.

“What does your father plan to do next?”

I laugh. Like I was going to tell them my father's plans. Although I knew nothing of them. He never let me in, he always said to wait until I was eighteen, and now that I am eighteen I am going to die at the hands of our enemies.

“Go to hell.”

The older brother does not like this response. I can see his jaw working.

“First things first. How did you manage to find here?” The boy my age asked me. He looked into my eyes and asked.

“I followed her scent.” I answer before I could stop myself. I blink. How did I manage to answer him honestly?

“I don't know how he managed to find Lola's scent but he's not lying.” The boy reported.

“Lola.” I test the name out on my tongue. This was the first time I heard her name. And it felt good to say. If only we had better fates.

“What do you mean? Her scent is everywhere. I know what her scent is like. She doesn't scent like a rogue at all. She has the scents of flowers.”

Okay I have to stop talking. What is wrong with me?

They shared a look.

“She never leaves a trail. We all know that.”

The lady blinks at me,

“Unless... unless they are mates.”

This time I roll my eyes. Some mate she was. Killing people, killing my mother, and now trying to kill me.

The boy my age looks like he cannot believe it. Me neither.

“Jake ask him.” The older brother prodded.

Jake, the boy my age swallowed,

“Is Lola your.. mate?”

I nod against my will. What is going on? Why do I keep answering him honestly?

He sags visibly, like he was humbled by the response.

“This changes things.” The lady says still staring at me.

“And it certainly will help us in the long run. Lady and gentlemen. I present to you, the one thing we could use to ruin the life of our dear alpha.” The younger brother says with a gleam in his eyes.

My heart jumps, I regret every decision I made since I laid my eyes on her.

“The Kidnap of his precious heir.”