And she would not fall to anyone. Especially someone seeking to destroy her, her family, and her pack. She would not falter, and she would not show any mercy. These were killers–murderers–plain and simple.
And she would show them what happened when they threatened her people. She would show them just what the Moonlight Maine Pack and all of their friends combined could do.
And then, those rogues would weep in fear and anger as they mourned their lost friends. Their lost battle. Their lost life. And Gabriel would rue the day when he thought that the Moonlight Pack was something he could control and wipe out. They weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.
And it was time these people recognized it.
Chapter 17
Gabriel was stretched out on a couch outside of the cabin in Utah, the chilly night air hitting his pale skin in a beautiful caress. He welcomed the snow that hit these high mountains in early spring, and as the snow drifted around him he thought of Maine.
He wondered how they were doing right about now before chuckling and smiling to himself, lifting his arms over his head so that he was cupping the back of his head as he closed his eyes.
While his friends in Maine–Michael included–dealt with this new issue, he was patiently awaiting his friends to show up to his new home. He could hear some entering through the front door as he thought about Maine, and he knew that one of the Elders would come outside and tell him that everything was ready. All were here. And all were waiting for their supreme leader to tell them what to do.
Gabriel knew that he would never be able to meet with the leaders of the movement, of the uprising, with Michael, Hann, and the other Elders watching. They would notice the shift in rogues, and they would question why they were all gathering in Utah. Just like they had questioned their gathering in Maine and Scotland a few months ago. No, this time Gabriel had to have a distraction as he met with his following. He had to make sure that they all were indisposed for the time being.
And if those rogues he sent to Maine could kill a few shifters in the process of distracting the leaders, then Gabriel was a happy camper. He hoped they could make some type of destruction, though they were lowly, weak rogues that were easily swayed. They might not kill anyone.
It was a sad thought to think of, but one that Gabriel knew was probably true. Especially because he heard that Maine and a lot of other packs were now training and teaching all shifters how to fight in both forms.
Gabriel sighed as he closed his eyes, resting for a moment in the cold, snowy air. He felt he’d played his cards too early with the rogues in Michigan those weeks ago. He shouldn’t have let Michael so close. He should’ve hidden how he found out how to make his rogues wound permanently with the magic poison he had made. Now, he knew Michael was trying to discover an antidote to that poison.
He hoped he wouldn’t. That would ruin all the fun for their final battle.
He could hear more and more of his rogues coming through the cabin’s front door, and he smiled as he could hear the growing number from downstairs. Yes, this would work. He would fill the rogues in with his ideas and plans, and then they would go back to wherever they came from before Michael and Hann were even finished with their little struggle up in Maine. The rogues would finally be on the same page after all this time in the dark, and Gabriel would finally set up a better communication system.
Gabriel was lying there, in the snow, with his eyes closed. And a huge smile on his face.
Yes, things were turning out okay for him now. And when an Elder came to tell him that his following was ready for him, Gabriel laughed and laughed and laughed.
Victory was near for him. Maybe it wouldn’t be successful with the rogues in Maine tonight. But they were just blood that needed to be shed. No, the real victory would be in Utah. And he was looking forward to it.
Chapter 18
Finn had multiple emotions running through him as he ran alongside Lea, with Hazel and Ethan running with them. He wanted to take Lea away from the forest. He didn’t want her to have to battle and fight against rogues who were trying to kill her. He wanted to protect her with every part of his being.
But he also knew that they all had to fight. They all had to stand together as one united front, regardless of what pack they were originally from. They were in this together. Because an attack on one shifter was an attack on all shifters. And at this point, they were all a family–whether they liked it or not.
Finn tried to get into communication with his own pack–Lorelei, Desmond, and Tatiana–but no one was answering him. He didn’t know if this was good or bad. They could just be doing something, not having the time to reply. Or . . . or they could be dead.
And Finn couldn’t think about that right now. If he started to think like that, he knew that he would break. And he couldn’t break until he knew that Lea was safe and okay, and preferably in his arms back at her place, away from all the murder and carnage.
The group continued to run with each other, and Finn could feel where the fighting was taking place. He could feel the blood, sweat, and fear. The anger. He knew that they would be on top of the mess soon, and he tried to brace himself for what was going to be in that clearing.
He prayed that everyone was okay. He needed everyone to be okay. And they needed to win this, for everyone in the shifter world. And to send a message to all the rogues out there who thought that they could attack any shifter. To Gabriel, who was continuously trying to bring destruction into the world that had rejected him and his close-minded, murderous ideas.
They needed to send a message that they were strong. And that they would win. They had to.
As they grew closer to the clearing, Finn felt some more shifters join the little group that had formed. One look to his right, and he saw three big, golden-brown wolves that looked as menacing and huge as the rogue that had attacked Lea a few days ago. But these weren’t rogues. They were Lea’s brothers.
Finn could see Lea loosen up for a slight second as she saw that all three of her brothers were intact and safe. Finn nodded at Owen, who nodded back at him in understanding. They, all four of them, would make sure that Lea wasn’t hurt. No matter what. Finn felt better with her three brothers with them, and for a second, he felt like maybe they would all be able to get out of this thing alive.
Then, they jumped into the forest clearing where Hann told them all to meet. They left the dense forest and entered hell.
There was no other way to describe the scene that played out in front of them. All of the shifters in Finn’s group stopped momentarily to survey the area. The damage. Finn refused to look at the dead wolves on the ground, afraid that if he saw someone he knew, he would lose it.
He had to keep it together until this whole thing was over.
Finn surveyed the forest clearing until he saw his pack. Tatiana was fighting a rogue with Lorelei, and both of them took the rogue down in a matter of seconds. Desmond was rolling on the ground with a rogue, both of them thrashing and clawing at each other with such ferocity. Finn nodded over in that section to his group, and they all picked themselves up and ran to help.
By the time Finn and his makeshift group joined his pack mates on the other side of the clearing, Desmond had already taken out the rogue that had punctured his shoulder. His three friends seemed to nod at everyone when they joined, but that was all they could do before another onslaught of rogues came spewing at them from behind the black, dense forest that surrounded them.
The group acted, as did all the rogues around them. No matter how many rogues they took down, more and more kept on coming.
But something was . . . off. These rogues . . . they were easy to take down. Easier than expected. While it was a challenge, it wasn’t as hard as Finn thought that it would be. He thought it would be longer battles with each rogue that came up to him, but it wasn’t. It was a few seconds before Finn had taken down the rogue trying to kill him, and one look around him at the other shifters showed that they weren’t having any
issue dispatching the rogues, either.
Something wasn’t right. Finn refused to believe that this was just a result of the practice that everyone was doing. He was sure the practice had worked wonders, and he knew that everyone had improved in their fighting skills greatly. But it should’ve been harder than this.
And then, almost as he began to question when the rogue outpour would stop, everything went quiet. Finn looked back to see that Lea and everyone in his group were fine. The only people who were even bleeding was Desmond, though it was mostly dried blood by now, and Owen, who had a nasty gash on his face that Finn knew would heal in a few minutes.
The group of shifters, all heaving and exhausted from the attack, all looked to their leader, Hann. Michael, in his wolf form, stood beside him. His pure-white fur was coated with blood, though Finn could see that none of it was his. Dead rogue bodies littered the clearing floor, and Finn slowly made sure that no one from any pack was dead. He didn’t think that there was.
Which was weird. That number of rogues in a surprise attack? With no casualties on the Moonlight Pack side? Something didn’t seem right.
And one look at how Hann and Michael were staring at each other, deep in communication, proved that Finn’s questioning was correct.
Something was off.
Chapter 19
Lea and every single shifter in Maine were crowded into the gym, the only place that could hold everyone in one area. It had been two hours since the rogues attacked, and about an hour since Hann and Michael ushered everyone in, tending to the wounded and making sure that everyone was accounted for. When they realized that everyone was fine, or as fine as they could be, they went to their office with Ethan, Kato, Britta, and Ross, and closed the door. Even Annie, Hann’s daughter, was left out of the meeting, and Lea could see her pacing back and forth while her mate Lukas tried to keep her calm.
Lea was with Finn, who she was leaning against in exhaustion on the floor of the gym. Her brothers were laying, stretched out on the floor in front of her. Owen was the only one of the three that had gotten hurt, though his injury was small and had healed by the time they got to the gym.
Every shifter was in the gym’s standard clothing, the majority of it baggy on most. No one quite knew what was going on, though one thing was clear: something was wrong. Those rogues were so . . . untrained. They lashed out and had no techniques, whatsoever. It was like taking down sheep, and while some shifters were wounded, no one died.
And that just wasn’t right.
Lea remembered when Kaiser and his group of rogues came to Maine weeks and weeks ago. It seemed like another lifetime back then. She was so inexperienced in fighting, compared to how she was now, and she had just relied on her shifter instincts which got her through the whole ordeal. But some people were lost during that battle because those rogues had skill. They had killed before, and they knew what they were doing. It was like the rogues from the battle tonight had no idea what, exactly, they were supposed to be doing.
Hazel was sitting right next to Lea, and Lea couldn’t help but notice that she was looking around, anxious for Ethan to come out of the meeting. His father and Hann had known each other well, and Hann and Michael recommended that Ethan come out here with some of his pack to learn more. He greatly accepted, and Lea knew that he was just trying to do the best for his pack on a job that was pushed onto him. Lea couldn’t help but feel for Hazel. She knew what it was like to keep her feelings to herself so much it hurt, and as she looked at her best friend, she realized that she was in pain from uncertainty on Ethan’s part.
The rest of Finn’s pack were also near them, and Lea found it amusing when she realized that Desmond had fallen asleep, his head resting in Tatiana’s lap. Lorelei was wide-eyed and searching around the room, waiting for news on what happened. Lea felt bad for the girl. She had been through a lot in the last few days, and Lea knew that she was barely holding it together.
Lea realized that she, herself, had been through a lot in the last few days, too. A rogue had almost attacked and murdered her when no one else was around. She had been in an emotional turmoil state of mind with everything regarding Finn. It was almost like the last few days had happened so long ago. Lea felt like she was thinking about the distant past, not the near past. The battle had drained her, and she began to think of her life in separate ways. Her life before the attack, and her life after the attack.
The need to hear what the alphas were talking about was almost too much for the room. The anticipation, fear, and confusion were evident in the air, as well as on everyone’s faces. Some people talked, but most just sat there in silence, some of them sleeping because of the exhaustion that they felt from the battle. Even though those rogues weren’t trained or good fighters, there were so many of them that everyone felt like they fought them off for a solid hour. And maybe they had.
Lea sure felt like she had.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Lea whispered to Finn. She rested her head on his shoulder, and when she felt his arm pull her to his side, the butterflies in her stomach started acting up again.
Lea saw her brothers notice this and shift slightly before turning away. She was thankful that they weren’t going to say anything. She didn’t think she could handle it if one of them said something about her and Finn after all that everyone had been through tonight. She realized that they understood this. But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t question her over it later. And they’d probably get to Finn and question what his motives and intentions were before the week was over.
Lea was already dreading it.
“I don’t know,” Finn told her, sighing as he closed his eyes and tried to rest. “They’re probably trying to figure out what the hell just happened. That whole thing was just so weird. Everyone knows it, and I’m sure Hann and Michael are trying to get some intel about it. Because things just don’t add up, do they?”
“No, they don’t,” Lea admitted, though she was glad the rogues were taken care of. She couldn’t even imagine the damage those rogues could’ve done if they were actually trained or good fighters. There would’ve been so many casualties in her pack, and she dreaded thinking about it. “I’m glad you’re safe.”
Finn turned his head and gently kissed her forehead, squeezing her arm and comforting her more than anyone else could. She was so lucky she had him by her side during this whole thing. She was so lucky she had him at all, period.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” He looked like he wanted to say more, but right as he opened his mouth, Hann and Michael, with their group of higher-ups, filed out of the room.
Everyone in the gym was now on alert. Lorelei gently hit Desmond to wake him up, hushing him when he started to complain about the bruise he was going to have. Lea’s three brothers all sat up from where they were stretched out on the floor, giving Hann and Michael all of their attention.
The room was so quiet, with everyone holding their breath and not moving a muscle, that one could hear a pin drop.
“Let me first start by saying, again, that I am so thankful none of us were lost in this horrible attack by evil, deranged members of our society,” Hann began, that easy-going smile gone from his face. Lea found herself missing it. “Let me remind you all that those rogues were a part of our society once upon a time. And they still are, regardless of how we ignore them or act like their activities don’t concern us. I think we’ve all learned today that everything they do concerns us now.”
“I am aware that you all have questions as to the unusual circumstances of this attack,” Michael took over when Hann paused. The two leaders seemed to be in sync in ways that Lea found amazing. She’d never seen an Elder be so close to a shifter, even if that shifter was an alpha. She didn’t think it was possible. But then again, Michael was the friendliest shifter anyone had ever encountered, though she knew the Elder could be deadly to anyone that wronged him. “I have a lot of questions, too. And I’m afraid we don’t have all the answers yet, but we are sea
rching for them with every second we have. We do know some things, though, and we are going to share them with you.
This attack was a distraction.”
Gasps and concerned voices spread throughout the gym, only quieting when Michael gently raised his hand. Lea couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I know this is all very surprising,” he told them, and Lea felt like he was trying to calm them all down, which was crazy because his entire face and body were covered with a black hood and robe, kind of like the grim reaper. “But this is the truth. While we were busy fighting those rogues, Gabriel was meeting with leaders of his rogue community in Utah. They were able to collaborate in ways that we have no knowledge of. This was the first time Gabriel has been back in the States–that we know of–and we have sent our people there immediately to obtain him. Of course, he wasn’t there, and there was no sight or clue as to where he would’ve gone.
We were also not the only pack hit. Packs around the world, mainly the packs that are working in intel to find Gabriel and these rogue leaders, as well as to find the cure for the magical poison that Gabriel has made. Therefore, Gabriel was clear to invite everyone to his place and meet with these rogues, without anyone knowing because we were all too busy fighting off the trap he sent us.
Sadly, the other packs were not as lucky as us here in Maine. There have been some casualties, though it’s safe to say it’s a much lower number than it could have been. We do not know what Gabriel is planning, and we have no time frame as to when the next wave of attacks will come. If they’ll come. We all now just need to be alert, as we always have been, and ready to fight.”
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