All Chapters of Night of the Rogues: Trapped with the Enemy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Reu and I tracked down that little bastard with everything we had. Not just because we were under orders but because we had to convince the other two guys we were with that we were loyal. Plus, I really fancied wringing the bastard's neck. We followed the tracks in the snow eastwards until they felt like teasing hallucinations. So far east, it was almost new territory. Then the tracks changed after a couple of days, and we were southwest. Confusion reigned as every village remembered the hulking black truck, mainly because it travelled so noisily. Puffing out smoke as the sheer weight of all the gold he stole put pressure on the engine. We ate into that twelve hour head start, every mile we drove away from the fortress feeling like a betrayal. I know Reu would be feeling the same, not that I was able to talk to him. The bulky Marco and Levi ensured that we were never alone together. We drove in separate trucks, never paired together. Marco was olive-skinned with a long skinny black

With the blade shoved back into my pocket I locked the cell door and walked quickly away. The clattering of the bonfire being built had signalled my time to act. I’d given Arlen the night. The lack of activity from Arlen and Sol left my heart quaking but there was no time to lose. Minimal people were awake, to leave it any longer would give us no chance. If my friends had lost their courage I knew for certain Elvie hadn’t. I wasn’t proud of having killed Corina. In fact it left me nauseous and shaky but there was no time to process. My heeled boots clipped along the path as I quickly headed to Elvie’s cell. Slipping the small black key into the lock she was already awake. I shrugged off my coat and wrapped it around her as she gingerly stepped out. Her lips were grey-blue, teeth chattering but the fire in her eyes was undeniable. My plain grey dress resembled Corina’s. With my long black hair flowing behind I could pass for her. Nobody looked directly at her face anyway, not wit

Every muscle is screaming, but we keep going. We’re nearing thirty hours of straight running. Reu isn’t showing any signs of tiring, but maybe that’s because I’m keeping up appearances too. I could curl up in a ball and die right about now. But my heart, my very soul, burns for Lyra. Everything is for her. I can conjure up that sweet vanilla scent in my head. The way her long black hair spreads its tendrils across my chest when she falls asleep in the crook of my arm. Those scattered images of bliss, instead of food, are what fuels me right now. Finally, the peaks of the mountains emerge in the distance; it seems like there is hope. Except for the foreign scents that catch our attention. We both pull up, noses in the air. There is activity, someone has started a fire. Who would be camped here? The Freeze isn’t over fully yet. This is no time for casual exploring. I allow Reu to lead, his white fur blending better with the snow. Downwind, haunches low, we deftly placed our paws int

Declan and Lyra left a few days ago. Elvie and I insisted on being the ones to take them back to what was left of the Rogue camp. On the snowmobiles, carrying machine guns and blades, we found a site of devastation. Blood had been spilled. A huge amount of it judging by the snowy corpse-clumps in the ground. Only one truck remained, Beldon’s frosted corpse. Tent sheeting flapped with claw marks, chunks of leather clothing shredded. Elvie and Lyra had shuddered to discover Amelie under one of the collapsed tents. “So this is Rogue law?” Elvie had muttered with a bitter tone. “You never know with Amelie, she may have struck the first blow or tried to lead a group attack,” I said after a minute's consideration. She always wanted to play big.She wouldn’t have even been up here had she not begged to come. Sitting quietly around every campfire for years, I have learned to watch people when they think they aren’t being studied. Amelie wanted more than her usual piece of Dec the instant

I have failed. Six months ensuring nothing harmed her happiness and I’ve gone and trashed it anyway. Those green eyes are filled with confusion and it’s all because of me. Because of something as simple as a dream. Albert having finally waddled downstairs, I slowly walk towards her. For the first time she steps backwards. Fuck. “You want to find Viktor? Howen? Both of them?” “I have to,” I confessed sadly, slumping down to sit on the soft bed. I rubbed at my eyes, running my hands through my short brown curls in frustration. “Lyra, these nightmares…these dreams are telling me I’ve got to do something.” “What dreams?” her voice softening, even though her arms are still folded. I keep my head in my hands, gripping my hair tightly as I force the words out. “Last night, I saw Howen as he was, as a young man being led away from me by Viktor, into a crowded road. I run, I search. I kill strangers in the streets to try to get to him. It drives me feral to the point where my dream ends wi