Unexpected Encounter

It’s said the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing left to lose, that welcomed death even. Being angry at the whole fucking world for taking everything from you, leaving you alone to watch the world around you as it carry’s on. Watching the people you once thought were the protectors, when in fact they were to blame for the empty hole that now sits heavy in your chest where once your heart sat.

When the person you once called best friend is now a stranger, an enemy either. The one thing you loved to do now gives you pain at the thought of doing it. All and all I hate myself and every fucking person in this sorry excuse of a pack, especially the Alpha and his pathetic whore of a Luna. 

I was born of Delta rank, to a strong bloodline. My mother was of a Beta bloodline, she was a strong warrior. My father was the head of our pack’s army, he would insist even as a child  that I trained everyday. When I turned fifteen my parents allowed me to go to dance school. Ballet has always been something I loved and was good at, but like everything else it let me down.

A month before I was to graduate, the day of my final performance four black SUVs pulled up in front of the school. I knew, as soon as the Beta got out something was wrong, but I stayed strong. I didn't cry, I was a born warrior after all. That was the last day I wore my Ballet slippers. A rogue attack they said, but I didn't believe a fucking word of it my parents were the strongest amoung the warriors. 

Arriving back on parklands I could hardly breathe, something was off, very off and to make it ten times worse I met my mate on the way to formally identify my parents. Eight hours ten minutes, that's how long I had with him before the line went flat. He didn't even know I was his mate before he died from the injuries he got trying to help my parents.

Ben lived three houses down from us and was two years older than I was. He would tease me growing up, but he was always nice enough. Unlike his friends, the now Alpha and Beta.

I can't feel anything except this burning rage, the want for revenge is swallowing up my life. I wish I cared, but I don't they will pay they all will. This was four years ago and now I work hard to rise through the ranks and drown myself in drink at night, but I will burn this pack to the ground before I take my last breath. 

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Enyo Burnside  (Unexpected encounter)

Enyo, fucking Enyo thats what my parents called me. Like true warriors they loved Ares, so when I was born female of course they named me after his female counterpart. I was teased and tormented most of my childhood, but like my parents had drilled into me dont show any emotion and always log it away for another day.

I have spent most of my life plotting and planning the death of almost every pack member. Especially the dick of an Alpha Dylan Fairway the newly appointed Alpha and his perfect whore of a Luna Ashley. They make me sick, she has fucked every man in the pack and he likes to take credit for others work I should know.

Coming up through the ranks we worked in teams and I was the only female in our team. We would patrol and protect the pack against any threats. I had basically become dead inside since that day, throwing myself at anything that could get me killed. Except the burning rage would take over and I would kill everything in my way.

It’s been four years since I lost everything and I have been stuck in this pack. I live in the barracks, as going home was too much for me. The memories cut through me so I drink until the nightmares don't come. Who am I kidding? I don't need to sleep to have them plague me. I am still digging into what happened with my parents. 

It’s strange the story never changes, not one bit and that's what is suspicious. It's like they are all reading from the same book. I once got drunk and broke into the Alphas office, I was so drunk I was sick all over and fell asleep on his sofa. The memory makes me smirk, the look on his face was worth the week in the dungeon. 

It’s not the first time I spent time in the dungeon and definitely won’t be the last. I mean I drove my Honda into Dylan's Mustang, leaving a sobbing Ashley clinging to her mate. Like calm the fuck down pack Barbie, its not like she was even in it, well not this time. The actual Alpha, Dylan's father told me I was a disgrace and my parents would be ashamed, that stung.

I have considered leaving the pack but where would I go? My mother had a cousin who was a Beta of a pack about 100 km west of our pack. I always thought leaving was a good idea until that feeling of wanting revenge kicks in and I reach for the bottle trying to once again sink myself into oblivion. This was my daily routine until I met him, the rouge Alpha and a fucking mate bond snapped into place.

That’s right the Moon Goddess decided to give me a second chance mate and a fucking rogue. Don’t get me wrong he was hot, possibly the sexist man I had ever seen, extremely tall with black curly hair that hung around his face but it was his eye’s that stood out. They were gold and I mean golden. His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was.

There had been sightings of rogues along the eastern border, it came over the pack-link when I was working. I was only two days out of the dungeon for my latest drunken escapade when I was on patrol ‘Rogue sighting on eastern border, at least four’ I had been patrolling in my fur and was about five minutes away. ‘Am on the way’ I shouted through the link before taking off in the direction of the sighting. 

My wolf had started whining before I even caught the scent of him she knew, then it hit me. Cedar wood, and dark chocolate slammed into me I slowed down about ten meters in front stood a man, fuck. My wolf slowed as we inched closer, oh my goddess he was huge. I could feel his eyes burning into me, why was he not attacking? There were three wolves and him, just staring at me.

He smirks at me, one of the wolves shifts back and a tall slim she-wolf with long brown hair and a nasty eye puts a hand on his arm. That's all it took to break the spell. My wolf begins growling at her hand, touching what is ours. She leans in “Clay, lets go” She says, he doesn't take his eyes off me but realises why I am growling, to my surprise he shrugs her hand off him. “Go, am just behind you” She hesitates for a second until he growls “Go, now” She shifts back into her wolf and takes off.

Wait, did she just call him Clay as in Clayton Blackridge the rogue Alpha. No, No ,No fucking way, like seriously Selene are you kidding me? The same man my pack is blaming for the death of not only my parents but my mate. My wolf is whining wanting to go to him, fuck he smells so good but no this is no happening. 

He goes to step towards me and I snap at him, he smirks at me, fuck he is sexy in a dark dangerous way that has me wanting to see how far I can push him. He tilts his head to the side, the smirk changing into a full smile showing a full set of pure white perfect teeth. One of his friends that was with him growls from behind him, I didn't even notice he had returned, my mates eyes cloud over as he clearly says something to the wolf that gives me one last look before turning and leaving.

“Well little Mate, until next time. I’ll see you very soon” He emphasises on the very and it sends a shiver through me. He gives me one last look before shifting into his huge gun metal grey wolf, who is just as impressive as his human side. His wolf looks reluctant to leave. He lets out a small whine before he turns and takes off. The worst part is I want to go with him I want to tell him to wait, no correction my fucking newly formed bond wants him.