Last Chance At Redemption

The Rogues

Ethan's POV

“What the hell do you mean they have disappeared?!” I shout at the men currently standing in my office.

“Alpha, I am sorry, but we don’t know how they managed to get away. It’s like they disappeared into thin air. There weren’t even any tracks left behind for us to track” My beta looks at me with a face full of fear and I can tell that he will try his best to find them once again.

“Get out there and find them now!” I shout as I release my alpha aura. The men get up and shove each other as they almost run out of my office, leaving me alone once again. I am beyond upset at the moment and feel like ripping all of them apart for their incompetence.

We had been tracking a small group of rogues not too far from our borders and were supposed to be leaving tonight to dispose of the filthy beasts. I promised myself I would kill all rogues I contact and that is a promise that I whole heartedly plan on fulfilling even if it leads me to an early grave. At least then, I would be reunited with the love of my life.

4 years ago, our pack was attacked and my wife Anna was killed by rogues while I was away at the palace handling some business for the king of werewolves. She had been the best thing to ever happen to me and losing her was devastating. We had grown up together as our parents were best friends and knew we were meant to be together way before either of our 18th birthdays. I will never forget how happy we were on our 18th birthdays when we confirmed we were mates even though no one expected otherwise, and we were able to finally mark each other. I felt like the luckiest man on earth.

Unfortunately, my joy was short lived as we had only been together for a little over a year before she was murdered. She was the perfect Luna and was expecting our pup at the time. I had no clue as I was away, and she had found out only a few days before. My heart shattered when I felt our bond break and I have never been the same since.

We hadn’t been attacked by rogues in hundreds of years but were fools to let our guards down. I felt as a failure. I should have been there to protect her and my pack. It should have been me instead of her and our unborn child.

My gamma says that she fought valiantly along our warriors trying to protect our pack. She helped secure the women, elders, and pups into a bunker under our packhouse but refused to stay with them. They had almost finished wiping out all the rogues when a rogue that had already shifted back to human surprised her from behind and stabbed her in the chest.

I came in time for her funeral service but could not bring myself to attend. I had spent more than a day cradling her body when I arrived back to our home and had already said my goodbyes. In all honesty, I would have preferred that all the attendees were in her place if it meant keeping her by my side, but I know that’s not what she would have wanted and those were selfish thoughts. She gave her life for her pack and showed that she was a stronger leader than I was. I was a failure. I wanted nothing more than to kill anyone involved in her death, but they were already gone. I blamed my Beta and Gamma for not keeping their Luna safe and it took months for us to begin speaking to each other once again, but I swore I wouldn’t rest until every filthy rogue was wiped off the face of the earth.

We have just gotten back from a mission a few days ago, but I’m already ready to go back out there again. Especially after the nightmare I had last night. We took down a large group of rogues who had become a bother to our territory and made sure there were no survivors. We could not let children and women get away as they would continue to be a danger to the packs nearby. Call me heartless, but I no longer care about anyone’s opinion of me. It would be a lie if I said I only went out and handled the situation because I had to. The truth is, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching those men suffer and thought of my beautiful Anna as I heard their screams and flesh rip from their bodies. I have become ruthless. Word has gotten around with the other packs in the nation, so we have alliances with almost every pack except for one. The stupid Alpha of Sliver Springs pack thinks that because his pack is the largest in the US, they don’t need anyone’s help. We’re not the largest pack in North America because I simply don’t care to pursue it, but we are the strongest by far and are feared by everyone. One of our warriors is worth 10 of the warriors from the royal guard, so the king always requests our help with any urgent matters.

My ancestor, Thomas Corvell, was responsible for bringing peace to our nation by helping establish packs throughout the United States and creating an elite team of werewolves now known as the higher council. Their purpose was to ensure safety and peace within our species by eliminating threats such as vampires, rogues, warlocks, and witches. Now they work to keep all alphas in check and lend a hand when a pack needs assistance. For Thomas’s deeds, he was gifted by the moon goddess with incredible strength and that was a gift passed down through our bloodline through multiple generations, strengthening our pack overall.