watch them 6
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Chapter 6
Ruby
“Sedale, i know you have all kinds of money, trust me I do, but i also know that you like this kind of stuff, All you have to do is watch them, than report back to me about it, now you know what the woman looks like, just do what i say, and all will go well, that's all,” We started walking back to her house, I don't know why we just didn't shift into our dragons and fly back, but she insisted that we walk,
“The b***h killed my mate, Sedale, I want her to pay for what she had done, and she will,
Sedale POV
I didn’t answer her right away. Ruby’s words hung in the air like poison—thick, bitter, impossible to ignore. The b***h killed my mate. She said it with so much certainty, like there wasn’t even a sliver of doubt left in her mind. But that was the problem… there was too much certainty. I let out a slow breath, dragging my hand down my face as we walked.
“Or,” I said quietly, my voice edged with something sharper now, “you think she did.”
Ruby’s steps faltered for half a second,but she recovered fast. Too fast.That told me everything I needed to know. I glanced at her, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t see it happen. You didn’t catch her in the act.
You’re running off grief and rage, and you’re about to build an entire plan around it.” I shook my head. “That’s dangerous, Ruby. Not just for her… for you.”
She scoffed, but I could hear the crack beneath it.I stopped walking. She took two more steps before realizing I wasn’t beside her anymore.
“You’re talking about a woman who hasn’t even had her child yet,” I continued, my voice lower now, more controlled. “And your grand plan is to have your son grow up, believe she’s his mate, and take her away from whoever she’s actually meant to be with?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “That’s not revenge. That's an obsession.”
Ruby turned fully toward me now, her eyes flashing, but I didn’t back down. I never had, and I wasn’t about to start.
“You want me to watch them? Fine. I’ll watch,” I said, folding my arms. “But I’m not playing messenger for a lie. If she’s innocent, I walk. No games. No manipulation. No stolen bonds.” The wind shifted around us, carrying the faint scent of smoke and pine. “And if you’re wrong,” I added, locking eyes with her, “you’re not just ruining her life… you’re destroying your son’s too.” For the first time since this started, Ruby didn’t immediately respond.
But when she did, she snapped. Lucky for us, we were far enough away that no one would hear her screaming at me.
“Do you understand that I saw it when it happened? They didn’t see me, no one even knew I was his mate. That’s how I know she did it. That’s why I want my revenge.” Her voice was shaking, but not from fear, rage. “So if you’re out, then you’re out. I can do this on my own. Don’t ever tell me otherwise, because I won’t listen.”
Geesh… I didn’t know she had witnessed everything. But she wasn’t finished. “And that’s why I’m coaching my son. That’s why I want that baby with me, to make her think everything is fine when it isn’t. I want her to feel everything I’ve felt since the day my mate died.” She let out a sharp breath, her eyes cold. “I watched as they tore him apart. Maybe he was a bad man… but he was my mate.”
Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating. “I’m done with this conversation. If you’re finished here, you can leave.”
Yeah… she might be planning something against the queen.
But me? I had my own ideas. Maybe I’d stir up a little trouble, send a few rogues to test their defenses. See how strong their warriors really are. Not that I’d tell her. This? This was just for me.
By nightfall, I was already deep in rogue territory. The forest here was different, quieter, heavier… like even the wind didn’t want to be caught in the middle of what lived out here. Perfect place to find the kind of wolves who didn’t ask questions. A low growl echoed behind me. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
I turned slowly, already knowing who it was. Scar stepped out from the shadows, his lip curling just enough to show the jagged edge of a broken fang. “You don’t come out here unless you want something,” he added.
“I need a small group,” I said, getting straight to the point. “Nothing big. Just enough to make noise.”
His eyes narrowed. “Noise usually gets people killed.”
“Not if you follow instructions.”
That got his attention. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You hit the outer border. Fast. Aggressive. Then you pull back before their full force arrives.”
“
And what do we get out of it?” another rogue asked, stepping out from behind a tree.
“Territory insight,” I replied. “Weaknesses. Patrol routes. And…” I paused just long enough to hook them, “…a distraction that could lead to bigger opportunities later.”
Scar studied me for a long moment. Rogues didn’t trust easily, and they definitely didn’t take orders. But they did like the opportunity.
“…How many?” he finally asked.
“Five. No more.”
He smirked. “You really are just testing the waters.”
“Exactly.” The attack happened just before dawn.
That quiet moment when night hadn’t fully let go, and the world was caught in between, when guards were at their weakest. We moved like shadows. No howls. No warnings. Just claws, teeth, and chaos.
One of the rogues lunged first, taking down a border guard before he could even shout. Another slammed into a second warrior, sending both of them crashing into the dirt. Good. Fast. Clean.
But it didn’t stay that way for long. A horn blasted through the air.
Sharp. Loud. Immediate. They were organized. Too organized.
Within seconds, more warriors flooded the clearing, shifting mid-run, eyes glowing, movements precise. Not sloppy. Not panicked. Trained.
“Pull back!” I snapped.
But even as I said it, I was watching. Counting. Tracking. They formed a defensive line in under ten seconds. Flanked from both sides. Cut off escape routes with terrifying efficiency. Yeah… this king wasn’t playing around. A massive dragon larger than the rest, darker, stronger, charged straight through the chaos, slamming into one of the rogues and sending him skidding across the ground. That had to be one of their elites. Maybe even the king’s second.
“MOVE!” I barked again. This time, they listened. We scattered back into the trees, disappearing just as quickly as we had come.
We didn’t stop running until we were miles away. One of the rogues was limping. Another had blood dripping from his side. But they were alive. That’s what mattered. Scar let out a rough laugh. “You weren’t kidding. That wasn’t a normal pack.”
“No,” I said quietly, my mind still replaying everything I’d seen.
Defense speed. Formation. Response time. Strength. “They’re better than I thought.” Stronger. Faster. More dangerous. Which only made this more interesting. I glanced back in the direction of their territory, a slow smirk pulling at my lips. “Good,” I muttered.
Because if they were this strong… Then breaking them would be even more satisfying.
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