Chapter 6: The blonde is our mate

They were both tall, similar in appearance, except for some subtle difference. One has a striking blonde hair, that looks like fire, and the other has a hair as dark as night. Their built was also different. One built like a warrior and the other delicate like an artist. The blonde was the delicate one, almost looking feminine in appearance, like he would break at the blow of wind, his eyes a beautiful green color like the woman holding me in her arms, while the other had a piercing brown eyes, much intense like his father.

They were both watching me like some exotic animal, and their stare made me a little self conscious. I was forced to pull out of their mother's arms and compose my self. I must really look a sight with my tears and snotty nose.

“You are always beautiful, even if you have a face of snots.”

“Thanks, Frost,What will I do without your compliments,” I muttered sarcastically, wincing at her unflattering visual. “Anyway is it them?”

“You do know it is one mate, right?”

“Frost!”

“Alright cool your heels. I think it is...”

“Dear are you alright?”

Nyx voice snapped me out of my conversation with Frost. I blinked at her before nodding my head, and then I stole a peak at the gorgeous beings behind her again. They looked to be the same age as me and were the most handsome guys I have ever seen. I tried to be subtle about my checking them out but Nyx saw my little action.

“Boys,” she called them forward.

“These are my sons. Chase,” she pointed to the blonde, “and Dustin,” she pointed at the dark haired one.

“Hi,” I waved shyly to them.

Dustin, replied my greeting with a warm hello, but the blonde ignored me. Hello, rude much. I rolled my eyes. Trust him to act like a diva, I muttered uncharitable in my mind. I had noticed his arrogant look earlier.

“Um...” Frost interrupted my heated thoughts about the rude blonde who thinks he is all that and some. Who does he even think he is. “Fallon!” Frost snapped when my thoughts trailed off again, but before she could say why she wanted my attention, Alpha Emerson returned his attention to us.

“Alright, where were we?” He asked and answered. “Yes, we were discussing what to do with you?” His eyes on me were intense, and serious, telling me he was no longer messing around. This right now was the Alpha of this pack that I am yet to learn their name.

“There is no need to discuss what to do with her. We all know what we do with trespassers. Either we kill her or we banish her. She is trouble.”

I turned to glare at the blonde. What the hell is his problem. And how the fuck does he know that I am trouble. I will show him trouble, I imagined my foot striking his stiff behind. Will probably push further the huge stick he has in his ass.

“I say we let her stay. She lost her whole pack where will she go?” Dustin defended softly.

God bless you, I sent him a secret smile, that wasn't obvious in my face. But before I could rejoice that someone was sticking up to me, Satan spoke again. “That is none of our business. The last thing we need is the trouble after her knocking on our doors. We have lived in this forest for centuries without having any problems with rogues, and then she walks in, rogues on her heels. How long dad before they find us.”

His words though cold and callous were true. I was trouble. The rogues after me aren't just going to give up. The rogue alpha was known for not leaving any witness. For each pack he conquers he subjugates them under his rule, making them his slaves. And any one who proves stubborn he kills. No one has been able to escape him except me.

In the past rogues were scatter heads, with no organization. No one has ever succeeded in bringing them together until Conrad. The savage beast as Conrad is known in our world was a beta of one of the packs in Eastern territory whose lust for power caused him to be banished from his pack making him a rogue.

For years no one heard from him, and rogues attack were non existence. They lived in shadows, never daring to venture out in daylight or risk being killed, and then Conrad happened. At first the attacks were small scale. Hardly believable, but then his upped his antics, moving from attacking groups of were wolves out on a hunt to massive attack of packs.

His first attack was a small pack in east. After he easily conquered them his lust for power increased and the more packs he conquers the more unquenchable his lust for power becomes.

His evil plan to dominate all wolf territories under his rule.

His old pack was one of the first to fall victim to his attack. Everyone had assumed he will be bound in the east, but now he as ventured north.

Alpha Emerson seems to agree with his son. “You have a point son...”

“What are you saying, Emerson. You don't really think it is wise for us to put the poor girl out on her own. Knowing she won't survive long on her own, not against Conrad and his cronies,” Nyx intervened on our behalf.

“We could always kill her, problem solved.”

I was finding it difficult to believe that someone as handsome as him will be this sadistic. Or was it me, maybe there is something about me that doesn't agree with him.

“Chase!” Nyx yelled in a scolding tone looking behind to glare at her son. He looked unbothered. “I am just saying,” he shrugged his shoulder like it wasn't a life he was discussing so carelessly. I wanted to wrap my hand along his long slender neck and squeeze until he turns blue, and I won't stop. Let see how he likes death when he is the one experiencing it.

“Darling, I know how much you like to protect everyone, but having strangers in our pack is something we never do. Remember we promised to never get involve with the outside world affairs.”

Sitting there listening to them discuss about me like this made me feel so helpless, and I didn't like the feeling.

“Do you want to leave?”

I was surprised at Frost question.

“We might not survive it on our own,” I whispered softly.

“Well it is better than being treated like a common beggar. If they don't want to help us, we are not going to beg,” she snarled in my mind. I think being talked about like we matter nothing was getting to her.

Do we take our chances out there?

“You don't have to worry, Fallon. I will do my best to protect you.”

I was touched by my wolf sentiment, but she was only one wolf against so many rogues. What can she do.

“We could hide, until he has forgotten about us.”

“What about our people? We know what Conrad does to the packs he conquers.”

That gave her a pause. “Then we go to another pack that is willing to help.”

I didn't readily agree to her suggestion. There is something about this pack that makes me want to stick around, and it is not just our mate. Although he is one reason.

“What about our mate?” I asked Frost.

“Well, you are not going to like what I am about to tell you.”

“What?”

“The blonde is our mate.”

“What!”