Rogue Disaster

EPILOGUE

Alana Vrayne, the female offspring of the ruthless Rogue King, is held captive by the guild, who call themselves the Enigma—an organization that keeps the peace in the entire werewolf race.

Naturally, she managed to escape with the help of her father.

But before she can endure her newly achieved liberty, things happen, and she ends up trespassing inside the leading pack that contains a race superior to their kind: Lycans. Caught by her mistake, she comes across the indurate Lazarus Zexirin—the entitled Alpha of the pack—who turns out to be her mate.

Two souls, both raised to crave destruction and havoc, were being paired by the goddess of the moon. Let's just hope that it won't end up leading to the destruction of the werewolf kind.

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THIRD PERSON'S POV

Screams of anguish brought a perfect melody to her ears.

She was used to this. She grew up with this. She practically craves this.

Her eyes wander towards the raging fire that is burning down the houses scattered along the neighborhood. She beamed maliciously, thinking that her plan had succeeded—or so she thought it did. Their resources will increase, more were-people will join their forces, and their territory will expand even further.

She thought that her father would be proud.

The image of her father beaming proudly at her came inside her mind because that is what she had ever wished for her whole life, her father's appreciation. Maybe this will make him look at her that she deserves of being his daughter. Maybe.

Something came up inside her mind, asking for permission to mind link. She immediately accepted the request and concentrated, knowing that it must be coming from the warriors she brought along with her, giving her a report.

We have a problem. They are here, and we are outnumbered. Roger's message echoes through their link.

Who? She asked, still composed.

There was a pause, and then. The Enigma.

Her face went pale and her blood went cold.

We must go now! Alfanas practically screamed through the link. Bring as many new members with you as possible, and alert everyone to meet at the nearest safe.

She rolled her eyes; she didn't have to look. The person raised their crossbow to attempt another shot, but she perfectly dodged it by tumbling in the air. At the same minute, she managed to split the arrow in two and throw it at the hooded figure, where it managed to hit a perfect heart shot.

In a split second, dozens of unfamiliar warriors surround her.

Go without me. Alana announced through the link, immediately gaining a couple of objections.

You are an i***t if you think that I would let you do that, Alana.

Listen to your big sister, Roger. Alana smiled as she emphasized the word "big", knowing that it would bug Roger, which worked.

Shut up. Then the channel went silent.

Alana now became aware of her surroundings. She stared at the cloaked figures in front of her. In the middle stood their leader, someone who she knew very dearly.

"Duncan," She breathed out.

Duncan smirked evilly, "Dearest, Alana. How wonderful to see you again. I never thought that our reunion would be a result of your naughtiness once again."

"Well, it seems that you still haven't learned not to meddle with other people's business, Duncan."

"Dear, don't flatter yourself. It is my responsibility to cease menace like you and you still have to pay your debt to me.

"Freya, I was not-"

"DON'T MENTION HER NAME!" Duncan hollered, his voice turning dangerously low as he lost control of his wolf, his claws started to appear, and he motioned for his soldiers to engage. Dozens of silver arrows were being shot at her, trying to get the poison into her system to immobilize her body. A werewolf pounced at her, but she dodged it instantaneously with increased velocity, grabbing hold of the wolf's neck to dislodge it swiftly.

She didn't need to shift to kill these people.

Then she immediately went to duck behind a nearby car and forcefully discarded the passenger door. She managed to maneuver perfectly, collecting arrows everywhere and throwing them back.

Looking at her shield, she notices the holes littered around it. The sound of approaching footsteps echoed around her, and she decided to turn the car door into a weapon. Her system is pumped with thrilling excitement as she smacks the body parts of the advancing figures.

Preparing to finally shift, she abandoned her shield and took a step back, her claws starting to appear as her body began to transform.

But before she could fully alter and make another kill, someone called out to her—someone whose voice she knew well.

Roger.

Alana's head snapped to scan her surroundings, her eyes searched frantically, searching for his figure.

Then she saw him.

Her eighteen-year-old little brother was being strangled and held up in the air by none other than Duncan.

What is he doing here? Why did Alfanas let him go?

She dashed towards them, but it was too late as she heard the sickening sound of bones being crushed. She watched as Duncan pierced a silver dagger into Roger's chest. Memories of them peek inside her mind, and she could not help it, she became blank and left vulnerable.

She didn't care as the Enigmas came to her; she didn't care as Duncan's bony fingers held her wrist. All she could focus on was the lifeless body of her brother and the dagger in the middle of his chest. She stared at his wide, lifeless eyes as, for the first time ever, tears sprung into her eyes.

He is still too young to be thrown into this fate. She knew that the image would haunt her forever and that her guilt for failing to protect him would never leave her.

"Alana Vrayne, as of this moment, you are now a captive of the Enigma.”