Shattered Bonds

Chapter 8: Rich

Emlyn's been in my packhouse for four days. Four glorious days. I've snuck her into my room every night. She's my new favorite addiction and while having her here is distracting, I know that once she's gone, it will be much harder.

We're currently at training. I've always run afternoon training, so it was a simple transition to just add the morning training into my schedule for now. Once Jackson is official, he can run one training and I'll run the other. Today, I have to keep refocusing my attention away from Emlyn.

Every daughter of a Guardian is an amazing warrior. Leana and Lily are no different and while I appreciate their strength and skill, Emlyn is my mate.

'She's incredible.' Finley purrs in my head.

I turn, watching her take out one of my best warriors. Then she helps him up and explains to him how he can better protect against her attack before going at him again.

I'm about to turn away from her again, when suddenly she, Leana and Lily all jerk their heads in the same direction. Their sparring partners immediately go still but I'm already walking toward Emlyn.

"What is it?" I turn and see Lily sniffing the air. She has the best sense of smell. Leana has the best sense of aura and I watch as she closes her eyes to focus. Emlyn has the best sense of hearing and as I turn back to her, her head is tilting to the side. In unison they shout, "Rogues."

The three of them shift as one, rushing toward the forest. I'm only a split second behind them as I howl the warning. My warriors are right behind me and it's only a moment later before the patrols raise a second alarm.

"How many?" I link them.

"A lot Alpha."

"We're on our way."

"I count over fifty Rich." Leana says to me.

Finley pushes himself to keep up with the Guardians. We begin pulling away from the other warriors in the pack and we're fairly far ahead of them as we pass a tree line and break into the space where the rogues are overtaking my patrols.

The four of us jump into the fight, tearing into the rogues. Usually rogues are vicious, but untrained. This group seems to have a bit more training than most and are putting up a decent fight, but they are no match for my pack and warriors. We are cutting through them easily, especially since I have three Guardians fighting with me. The pack could have defeated this group without them but having them makes it much more likely that there won't be casualties on our side.

I'm fighting off two and from the corner of my eye, I see another about to jump me. Just as it leaps at me, I beautiful black wolf jumps in front of me, taking the rogue out. That has to be Morrigan, she looks just like Grace's wolf, Maia. I snarl, Finley sinking his teeth into the stinking rogue in front us before turning and slicing through the stomach of the second one.

I spin around and realize that the rogues have been taken out quickly. There are two still alive and I shift quickly, telling my pack members not to kill them.

"Jackson." I say, seeing Harlo, his wolf, about to kill another rogue. "Keep him alive. I want to interrogate him."

"Kyle," I turn looking at my Lead Warrior's wolf. "Organize the cleanup of this mess."

I turn making sure there are no fatal or serious injuries before speaking to my warriors. "Anyone who got bit or scratched, get to the packhouse and get it cleaned up. I don't anyone getting an infection." Rogues are nasty, dirty creatures and while werewolves have advanced healing, their bites and scratches can cause infection and delay healing.

Finally, I turn to look at Morrigan. "Emlyn, a word." It comes out more of a snarl than I mean for it to.

She shifts back, standing in front of me in all her beautiful, naked glory. I hate that every wolf here can see her, but I have more important things to discuss right now

"You jumped in front of me."

Leana and Lily come racing over. "Rich, you know it's not something we can control."

I turn on my sister. "I didn't see you or Lily jumping in front of me."

Chapter 8: Rich

Emlyn's been in my packhouse for four days. Four glorious days. I've snuck her into my room every night. She's my new favorite addiction and while having her here is distracting, I know that once she's gone, it will be much harder.

We're currently at training. I've always run afternoon training, so it was a simple transition to just add the morning training into my schedule for now. Once Jackson is official, he can run one training and I'll run the other. Today, I have to keep refocusing my attention away from Emlyn.

Every daughter of a Guardian is an amazing warrior. Leana and Lily are no different and while I appreciate their strength and skill, Emlyn is my mate.

'She's incredible.' Finley purrs in my head.

I turn, watching her take out one of my best warriors. Then she helps him up and explains to him how he can better protect against her attack before going at him again.

I'm about to turn away from her again, when suddenly she, Leana and Lily all jerk their heads in the same direction. Their sparring partners immediately go still but I'm already walking toward Emlyn.

"What is it?" I turn and see Lily sniffing the air. She has the best sense of smell. Leana has the best sense of aura and I watch as she closes her eyes to focus. Emlyn has the best sense of hearing and as I turn back to her, her head is tilting to the side. In unison they shout, "Rogues."

The three of them shift as one, rushing toward the forest. I'm only a split second behind them as I howl the warning. My warriors are right behind me and it's only a moment later before the patrols raise a second alarm.

"How many?" I link them.

"A lot Alpha."

"We're on our way."

"I count over fifty Rich." Leana says to me.

Finley pushes himself to keep up with the Guardians. We begin pulling away from the other warriors in the pack and we're fairly far ahead of them as we pass a tree line and break into the space where the rogues are overtaking my patrols.

The four of us jump into the fight, tearing into the rogues. Usually rogues are vicious, but untrained. This group seems to have a bit more training than most and are putting up a decent fight, but they are no match for my pack and warriors. We are cutting through them easily, especially since I have three Guardians fighting with me. The pack could have defeated this group without them but having them makes it much more likely that there won't be casualties on our side.

I'm fighting off two and from the corner of my eye, I see another about to jump me. Just as it leaps at me, I beautiful black wolf jumps in front of me, taking the rogue out. That has to be Morrigan, she looks just like Grace's wolf, Maia. I snarl, Finley sinking his teeth into the stinking rogue in front us before turning and slicing through the stomach of the second one.

I spin around and realize that the rogues have been taken out quickly. There are two still alive and I shift quickly, telling my pack members not to kill them.

"Jackson." I say, seeing Harlo, his wolf, about to kill another rogue. "Keep him alive. I want to interrogate him."

"Kyle," I turn looking at my Lead Warrior's wolf. "Organize the cleanup of this mess."

I turn making sure there are no fatal or serious injuries before speaking to my warriors. "Anyone who got bit or scratched, get to the packhouse and get it cleaned up. I don't anyone getting an infection." Rogues are nasty, dirty creatures and while werewolves have advanced healing, their bites and scratches can cause infection and delay healing.

Finally, I turn to look at Morrigan. "Emlyn, a word." It comes out more of a snarl than I mean for it to.

She shifts back, standing in front of me in all her beautiful, naked glory. I hate that every wolf here can see her, but I have more important things to discuss right now

"You jumped in front of me."

Leana and Lily come racing over. "Rich, you know it's not something we can control."

I turn on my sister. "I didn't see you or Lily jumping in front of me."NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.