Chapter 6- Unknown
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Amber eyes POV
Three years.
Three damn years all flushed down the toilet due to one stupid Rogue wolf.
Three years it had taken me to get from the bottom to the top position of lead tracker. The tracker group I had been placed in charge of were now a well oiled machine. We were commended by the Alpha for our work. We not only managed to be the top trackers but we also noticed patterns of wolves trespassing on the territory. Noticing patterns meant stronger defenses. Stronger defenses meant less losses. Patterns and tracking were my thing.
I aced it.
Much to the annoyance of some of the pack, I had excelled where I wasn't suppose to excel. No longer kept under the thumb, no longer confined. It instilled by tge elders in the pack that a wolf like me would never rise to this position but I was good. No longer the little orphan whose parents disappeared, leaving me behind with what it seemed without a care. I became great in the field.
Excellent.
The best in the pack.
Curling my lips into a smile, no one had actually gave me the title of the best tracker in the pack. I gave that to myself and no one was going to take that away from me.
I deserved it. I worked for it.
Cocky. No.
Confident. Hell yes.
No one was ever going to blow my trumpet so I'd blow my own. Loud and clear for all those annoying dickwads that thought orphans were just leeches on the packs resources. It wasn't my fault my parents left, then again if you believed the whispers it had been my fault.
Ginny had promised me that it was never my fault. I had asked her over a million times how would she know, she always replied with 'I just know'. I felt as though she knew more but I had been too afraid to push. Now I would never get the answers from her.
A pang of pain pierced my heart as I thought of the old wolf that had run the Blue Ridge Orphanage. She had spent all her life raising pups to wolves without ever asking for anything in return. She taught me my worth and to never be afraid of who I am, even when I became confused with my own identity. Never be afraid to be my true self, even if I fell between two things. To ignore the wolves that called me freak. That I was extraordinary no matter what so she taught me to simply be free.
Free of constraints.
Free of the social norms in the pack.
Free to be me.
Four years ago she had been take from me. The Alpha wouldn't listen. The pattern clear and patrol not adequate. The feral Rogues managed to find our weakness. Find a way in and it went directly to the orphanage.
Ginny had fought off three of them to save the five children in her care.
The blood.
There had been so much blood by the time I arrived. The old wolf had tore through the rogues like a chainsaw through flesh. I would have never guessed that she had it in her, that she used to be a warrior. That something castrophic happened to her around the time I had been placed in the orphanage that she threw down her weapons and never picked them up again. At the funeral I had throught as to why no one challenged her, made her come take up her position as warrior, obviouly i already knew the answer. No one in the pack, not even the Alpha had the guts to do it. It's why she had the orphanage, why she was left alone and never been challenged to takenher rightful place.
Two days after the attack she succumb to her wounds.
Two whole days I watched her fade away into nothing.
Two days I had scanned and gathered evidence that the patrol had gone slack.
Two days that I had to convince myself that it wasn't on purpose to get rid of the orphanage, even if the voice in the back of my mind told me otherwise.
Two days I knew she had lost the fight when she made me promise two things; to trust in myself and don't let them shut the orphanage. Every wolf deserved a home and a chance in life.
I had lived with Ginny since before I could remember, the orphanage still the place I calm home. Yet when they read her will I had known very little of her circumstances.
She owned the orphanage.
She owned the land that included at least seven acres. Then the surprise came, she owned the Elite training centre. The surprise knocking the wind out of my sails.
The Elite.
The name gave me shivers so I pushed them aside.
The worse bit she had left The Elite to someone unknown. Until the time that person came forward, I had been placed in charge.
Of course, I left the trainers get on with what they were doing only going in for monthly meetings. What the hell was I suppose to do with The Elite. I hated half of them and the other half.....
My stomach twisted and I felt sick.
The orphange. Peace invaded my body when i thought of home. She had left me the orphanage outright with a letter that had been jibberish to read.
Something about the rising of the sun wolf.
Made. No. Sense.
I felt lost and confused. Tracking the down the answers to my questions hadn't been easy but things started to unravel. I had been close to something big, I felt it in my bones.
Then a scent hit me. A scent that threw me off my game. It had wafted faintly to me and I had thought i had imagined it.
A lost memory.
A strange sensation.
It just had to be on my one monthly mandatory patrol.
The subsequent consquences of my complaint about the holes in patrol. The mandate I wanted but hated. I half hated the young Alpha for it.
I. Hated. Patrol.
The thought bored the hell out of me. I had managed to hide away for a couple of months but Kevin noticed. The massive blabber mouth went straight to the Alpha. Not only am I back on patrol but now I have to do two nights and two days each month.
Fucking Kevin.
A pathetic excuse for a beta wolf.
Tracking is my ace in the sleeve or whatever.
If it wasn't for Kevin I wouldn't have been out on patrol when I picked up the scent.
A knew the wolf had to be a Rogue, the stench too much to cover, even though he had attempted too and i no doubt believed others on patrol wouldnt have noticed him.
Yet I did, my nose sensitive and from his scent alone I could tell you a bit about him. That he must been a rogue for a number of years by the thickness of that Rogusish scent and there had been something surprising. He had an unusual ancestory for his scent had been laced with something old. Something powerful and alluring.
Did he know he held that scent? Is that why he had been so brazen to walk onto our territory. Did he think he could get away with it?
I may not like the pack all that much but they were my pack and I'd defend it. The scent didn't have the effect I had thought. Instead of wanting to track down and kill the Rogue, I wanted to know more about him. I needed to know more about him. That's how I let him go. I watched from the sidelines as he wandered through the forest.
He looked mesmerising.
Alluring.
Relaxed.
As though he never had a care in the world.
Truly free.
I envied him and admired him.
Something felt homely about him.
The more I watched the more content I felt. As though everything was as it should be. He drew me in and made my heart settle. I had never felt like this before. As though I fit in, as though he were my home. Not even Ginny had made me feel like I truly belonged. Even though she tried.
The memory flooded my mind;
"Stupid Rogue on the territory, ruining my..." I muttered until the scent became stronger causing me to falter.
"What the hell?" I whispered as the Rogue came into view.
He looked larger than any other rogue wolf I had ever seen but his coat. His coat a colouring I had only seen once before. My mouth went dry and my heart rate increased. Watching him move became life defying.
Who is he?
Does he know that his light coat made him unique?
A rustle came sounded on my left.
"f**k". I whispered momentarily taking my eyes off the mysterious Rogue.
Fucking Kevin.
The dickwad of the beta had snuck up beside me baring his teeth, not only at the Rogue but me. A small sneer as he had witnessed my failure.
Turning back, my eyes finding the rogues looking directly at me. Seconds ticked by and then in what seemed like a flash, he ran.
Fast.
Stealthy.
Magnificent.
I knew I would be in big trouble so I gave chase but I knew I would never catch him. Now I had some explaining to do to the Alpha.
Fucking Kevin called the Alpha to the border as soon as the Rogue crossed it. Now I had to face the Alpha and explain my mistakes.
The first being too loud.
Secondly; failing to completely conceal myself.
Thirdly; watching instead of acting.
Finally and the most infuriating, letting f*****g Kevin catch me.
They had all followed one another without me even noticing what I were doing as I drew closer to him. Watching from the bush.
I couldn't shake the Rogue from my mind he looked so majestic.
The Rogue wouldn't be the only strange event I'd witnessed that afternoon. When Alpha arrived, he paced and his wolf seemed agitated. He cut off his mind link to the pack as he traced the scent on the border. Alpha always seemed so calm. Always I'm control of his emotions. Probably because his father was a colossal d**k.
Kevin even stepped back as an influx of power radiated off the Alpha. The old beta hit the floor in submission before I did.
The Alpha finally claimed to turn to me and demand I find him. That I only report directly to the Alpha. That I should not return to the pack unless I had the location or the actual Rogue, alive.
I didn't get a chance to pack, I chase after him making sure I mind linked Kelsey to look after the other pups until I got back.
The seventeen year old too sweet to say so. I'd have to make it up to her. I knew she had alot of school work but I couldn't say no to the Alpha.
It had taken me a couple of days but I had managed to track him down. The scent like a string pulling me to a strange pack that didn't quite seem like a pack. They rode bikes and even though they had an Alpha they scents were fully merged. As what you have from a pack wolf. I had even over heard them call the Alpha by his name, Justin.
I eventually ended up at a weird building, Rogue X. Looked like a club and a bar. One side rough the other side stylish with a purple light making it look majestic.
I took a chance and decided to go inside. I knew I hit pot luck when his scent enveloped me. I stood off the side in the dark in some strange night club with a mixture of pack wolves, Rogue wolves and even humans.
Then I spotted him.
My heart stopped and I begged for the wall to swallow me up.
The Rogue taller than I expected, wearing a tight fitted shirt with a strange swirly blue pattern and skinny jeans. Good looking with a strong jaw line and floppy hair. Covered in colourful tattoos including his wolf on his arm. He stood in the middle of the crowd, taller than nearly everyone, dancing. Unable to stop watching him, I stood there frozen for at least thirty minutes until my interest peaked even further. Another wolf approached him but this felt different to the ones the Rogue had been dancing with a moment ago.
It felt intimate but I couldn't drag my eyes away from the couple. They had to be a couple. Then the Rogue said something and it made the colour drain from his beautiful face. His chest rising and falling quickly. The other wolf stumbled backwards.
The other dancers failing to notice or even smell the pain.
Then the rogues eyes seemed to find my own but there was no way he could see me as I pushed further into the darkness. Too many bodies between us as I could only see the top of his head.
I needed water.
I needed air.
Something felt weird.
I ran for the exit, looking back just once but he had vanished from the floor. The other wolf gone too.
I needed to get out.
Noticing the emergency exit I headed there and out into the cold night. Sucking in as much oxygen as I could I placed my hand over my knees.
What is happening to me?
Goosebumps exploded over my body and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Something stung on the back of my head and the lights went out.
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