The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution

The Wolf in Cell Six: Rogue Revolution

By:  Janice Grue  Ongoing
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Caught in a war between the vampires, dark elves, and werewolves, Amalea Ann Whitehouse finds herself housing warriors from nearly every pack. As a widow, she and her children make the best of things—and they're happy at their farm in the forest until tragedy strikes. Suddenly, shes expelled from her people and left accused of a murder she cant explain. Locked in a rival pack's prison, she must fight for her life, the lives of her loved ones, and her freedom as the rogue revolution begins.

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57 Chapters
Prologue
I close my eyes. Let the sun fade my field of vision to a warm, red glow. Feel the heat on my skin. It's a perfect day. Not too warm, not too cold. The birds are singing a song of spring. A gentle breeze wafts campfire smoke, pollen kisses, and promises of tomorrow my way while the swaying of the trees lulls me into a sense of calm. If I focus on it, it almost drowns out the crowd's cheers and taunts, excited for my hanging. It's a perfect day to die. "Amalea Ann Whitehouse, you stand here before the eyes of your alpha and pack condemned to hang on the charges of treason, murder, and arson. Would you like to speak your peace?" The jailer drones on. There are a lot of things I'd like to say to these bastards, but they don't deserve it. They're not worth it. "I am at peace." That's all they get. I open my eyes. Look at the town I once called home. The pack I once called family. The man I thought I might have loved. How did I get here? Standing on the edge of a platform in rags, covere
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Chapter 1 - 2 Years Earlier
"Anna, the garden is not going to weed itself." Ah, my sweet girl. She's sitting on the porch braiding a dandelion chain, shirking her chores as usual. My mate and I, we always wanted a girl, and third time's the charm. I wish he'd gotten to see her. At all of 8 years old, she's everything we'd hope she'd be. Smart and sweet, but also stubborn and strong. All red golden curls, just like me, but with more dimples. She's sunshine in a werewolf body. Sometimes I wonder if there's not a wee bit of fae in there somewhere. "Momma, momma, look what I made you." She skips over to me, looping her finished creation around my neck. I hug her tight, tickling her sides. "I love it! Now see to the garden. We're housing warriors tonight." "Again!" She pouts momentarily before some likely mischievous thought seems to occur to her, and off she goes. I'd bet a week's chores she's about to con her older brothers into helping, or more likely, doing her job, but no matter, there's much to do. Always is
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Chapter 2
As the front rig comes to a full stop, the man driving hops out, slamming his door as he does. He's every bit of the average warrior. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes—nothing stand-out. Nothing that would make you look twice at him, at least if you're a werewolf, but his aura is imposing enough that it's obvious this is the gamma, and you can tell he's proud of that. He stands stark straight, perfect posture, head held high. None of the packs use uniforms so as not to draw the attention of humans, but you can tell he imposes one of sorts anyway. I watch as his men begin to file out of the increasing number of vehicles arriving. They are all dressed similarly. Dark slacks, black shoes shined to perfection, plain dark t-shirts. The only difference is in the shirt color and the slight variance of their facial features, and more just keep coming. I try to appraise my new guests. We've housed warriors from nearly every pack now, but never Blood Moon. Their pack is reclusive. Member
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Chapter 3
Dinner was served by 9 as requested and went smoothly. The Blood Moon warriors were strictly regulated indeed. Like clockwork men, they marched to the mechanisms of their routine, which I learned was dinner at 9, practice from 10 to 12, cleanup, drinks, then it was lights out. They barely spoke to one another, let alone me or my children, not even a thank you for the lodging or food. They've been here half a day, and the gamma is the only one I've spoken more than three words to. It's unnatural. We're pack animals, after all. There seems to be no comradery, no warmth in their ranks. Even over the drinks—which they brought—there was no idle chitchat between them, stories, or songs. They just recited oaths to their alpha, who isn't even here. It's just another ritual, a mark in their routine. This is no normal camp. 1:05 AM, and I find myself in bed listening to nothing but eerie silence, trying to process this situation. I can't just let them leave with the girls, can I? I'm not stupi
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Chapter 4
The car comes to a sudden stop, slamming me into consciousness and the seat back behind me. I hear car doors shut and feet on gravel before the trunk door opens, and someone pulls me out and to my feet by my hair, dragging me toward the pack house doors. The early morning dawn light is blinding. My eyes hurt. My head hurts. My heart hurts. I'm forced to crouch slightly as the warrior gripping my hair drops his arm. He holds me in place absently while waiting on our warriors to permit him into the pack house. I can't seem to bring myself to think of them as anything but our warriors, but there is no "our" anymore, is there? I'm alone. "They will see you now," one of the gaurds announces, opening the door and leading us into the foyer. It's been so long since I've been to the pack house, and now, to return like this. My feet leave dark marks on the cold marble as dried blood and mud flakes loose. "Stop," the warrior who let us in suddenly comments, "Not her. She's a mess." His eyes gla
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Chapter 5 - James POV
"It's 5:30 in the fucking morning. Couldn't this bullshit wait?" Marcus rages. He's in a mood again. He may have inherited the title by blood right, but he hates every second of the responsibility and duty that entails. We've got four pack links severed, three dead Blood Moon Warriors, one dead gamma, no answers, and he's worried about getting his beauty rest. Typical. "Where's my coffee? Fifty fucking omegas in this house, and no one can muster a cup of coffee for their alpha? Incompetent idiots," Marcus continues on his tirade as Alice slips in with a hot mocha for him, sliding it on his desk without him even noticing. Ah, she has one for me too. My savior. She always comes through for me. It smells a bit—off—though, but not in a bad way. Or is that the garden? Whoever has taken it over has really outdone themselves. I don't even know how to describe it. Sunshine and jasmine? Does sunshine have a smell? If it does, this is surely it. The council doors open, and I lean forward in a
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Chapter 6 - James
It's been hours. Our pack warriors were ready to head out within 10 minutes, but these Blood Moon bastards keep bitching about some sort of schedule that they have to keep. First, they needed breakfast, then some oath to their alpha, training, and a quick shower. Did they fucking forget their gamma and three of their brothers were just slaughtered? These guys are fucking weird. I'm not sure I want to meet the rest of their regime back at the Whitehouse farm, but I'm not going to find any clues about what happened last night anywhere else. Finally, their new "leader," as he's declared himself, saunters up to me at about 11 am. "Let's get moving," he commands like he's not talking to someone well above his rank. I should put him in his place, but he's also not worth wasting any more time. I signal my men, and we load up, finally getting underway. The farm is only about a 25-minute drive from the packhouse. Of course, it's also deeper in the Dark Wood than any other home on the pack lan
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Chapter 7 - James
For three weeks, I’ve spent my days searching the Dark Wood and my nights at Amalea’s side. I haven’t found a fucking thing but love—love that I’m going to fucking lose if I can’t find some proof that my mate is innocent. Chad and his Blood Moon freaks have ransacked her house. No evidence of treason or her mysterious conspirators. Shocker. They’re growing restless and want to return to their lands. Marcus has been sure to remind me that we—and their Alpha—also want them to return to their lands and their duties. Their regime was only stopping here on their way to Cold Bay. Vamps laid siege to a guard station there and turned it into their own personal blood cooler. Literally, I hear they cut the power and gas, warriors can’t get out for wood, and the temperatures have dropped on that side of the mountain. There’s also the matter of naming a new gamma. Chad seems to think he’s won it by default, but he forgets that’s not how titles work. You don’t just get promoted to gamma because t
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Chapter 8 - Amalea
“Amalea, wake up.” I open my eyes to Jackson standing over me. “Good morning, sunshine,” he says cheerfully. I brought you some fresh clothes and things. “Alpha wants to see you.” I sit up groggily. “Is James back?” “No,” he answers, handing me an outfit, some wet wipes, a hand mirror, and a brush, “but it’s good news, I think. The Alpha says this will all be settled finally.” I don’t share his optimism. “Settled” could mean a lot of things, and it worries me James isn’t here. My kids aren’t in Green River. They’d never go to Green River. They are in the cave. I know it, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him, to trust him. What worries me more is that he said he had a reliable source. This smells like trouble. The Alpha wanted James gone for some reason, out of the way. He has already interrogated me numerous times, ordering me not to tell James successfully, so that’s not it unless he plans to take things further. Each time he’s tried thus far, he’s forced his command on me, and
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Chapter 9
Pulled into the afternoon sun, I can't help but smile despite my circumstances as I feel its warmth on my skin. All I've had is a tiny dungeon window for weeks. I can handle the cold, the rats, and the stench, but the loss of the light, that was something else.Looking around, I see the Blood Moon men are all packed up and ready to go. I seem to be the last of their luggage, or at least that's how Chad treats me. He ushers me to a van at the back of the convoy and opens the rear doors.Five familiar faces look out at me, blinking from the sudden change in light. Chad shoves me inside roughly before slamming me into an open seat at the end of the left bench nearest the door before slapping chains around my wrists and securing me in place.I try to take in my surroundings while I still can. It reminds me of a prison transport van from a movie. There are bench-style seats against each side with chains welded to the floor. There's no access to the cab from the back beyond a small window w
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