Chapter Twelve: A Rouge turns to Nine

Hudson:

Watching her work made me see her in a different light, she truthfully was the best Luna for this clan. Setting her pen down, she leapt off of my lap. Walking out of the room, she came back with a cup of coffee.

"One cream and two sugar, just as you like it." She chirped cheerfully, passing me the cup. "I ironed out the budget, and approved several requests." Gripping the hem of her sweater, my eye fell on the bruise on her jaw. Covering it up with her hands, my mind flashed back to when she was in school constantly covering her face with her hair.

"I can punish him for hitting him." I growled through gritted teeth, my fingers digging into my desk. "I can kick h-" Her lips kissed my lips sensually, her hands sliding my thigh. Stopping on my hard cock, her lips brushed the nape of my neck.

"I had his wife in a compromising position." She whispered in my ear huskily, undoing the button. "We should invite all of the werewolf clans to train with us. Now how about a break. Continue working. Let me be the naughty secretary you always wanted." Sliding down in between my legs, she unzipped my pants. My hard cock flipped out, her sweet lips wrapping around it. The door opened, James peeking in. Putting her finger to her mouth, she continued to blow me.

"We have an emergency." James stuttered nervously, holding his clipboard. "A rogue werewolf has blown into town, and he is currently trying to eat Stephan. No one will defend him." The desk shook, her head popping up. A soft blush burned on his cheeks, a snarl curled on her lips.

"So what if we were doing something." She snapped icily, my trembling fingers struggling to button up my pants over my hard cock. "I am going to deal with this." Sprinting out of the office, I could barely keep up with her. Hopping out of the open window, dirt blew all around her.

"So the blood maiden does exist." A rough looking black haired man mused playfully, running his hand through his sweaty black hair. "I was sent here by your grandfather to kill you, but this rat tried to defend you." Tossing Stephan towards my feet, his beat up body rolled to a stop at my boots. Motioning towards Latia, she nodded as she took him inside the cabin. Hudson stood next to me, a machete with a rough wooden handle spinning in his palm.

"I am going to have to kill you." I threatened hotly, a snarl curling on my lips. "Leave now if you want to live." Cocking his head, he stuck out his tongue. Rage boiled in my veins, her lip twitching irritably.

"I am going to have to decline. There is a two million dollar reward over your head." He gloated gleefully, shoving his hands into his worn black jeans. "I kind of need that money for a special reason." Tears welled up in his eyes, Evie stepping in front of me. Standing inches from him, she took his hands. Cloudiness fogged up her eyes, the rogue werewolf standing still. Tears streamed down her cheeks, sobs wracking the six foot tall ragged looking guy. Letting go, she stumbled back.

"I don't want to kill you." She stuttered in a broken tone, horror widening his eyes. "He has kidnapped several werewolves, and they all need our help. Two dead werewolves are guarding them. Also I promise to help you and your mother out. Don't be scared, Desmond. Goddess of time, open up a pathway to the trapped souls." White energy swirled around her arm, James running out just as we walked through the portal. A rotting warehouse loomed in front of us, several different energies blared out at me. Two gray werewolves guarded the only door in, nearly blending in with the gray concrete. Snapping her fingers, the portal disappeared. Howls erupted around me, the two pairs of golden eyes whipped in our direction. Dust blew around us, the two giant wolves pounding towards us. Shifting through my boots, I tossed them a pair of silver blades wrapped in black leather.

"Don't touch anything but the handle." She warned quietly, spinning her own blade in my palm. "Let's not die, okay!" She shot me a warm smile, launching from the bushes. The wolves darted towards her, the dirt crunching underneath our feet as we came to her defense. Ash rained down around, our blades sinking into their bodies. Teeth gnashed in our faces, purple venom dripping from the corner of their snouts. Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, terror paralyzing my body. Twenty dead werewolves limped out of the woods, the three of us standing back to back.

"I hate to be a negative nancy here, but the silver isn't working." I complained bitterly, Evie sighing deeply. "We need a new plan, like now!" Rolling her eyes, a look of irritation burned in her eyes. Her mouth was moving, silent words coming out. Vines shot from the ground, curling around the ankles of the herd of wolves.

"Go get the werewolves out of there." She ordered sharply, vines snaking up their bodies. "I can handle this." Brushing past her, snarls rumbled as we ran past them all. Kicking the rotting door down, eight pairs of hungry eyes met ours. Smashing the chains off of the wall, they could barely stand. Peeking out the door, blood poured from her nose. Blood dripped from the corner of her eyes, tears of agony mixing with the blood. The wolves snarled, her fingers searching through her boot. A white quartz nail shook in her palm, her hands tossing it up in the air.

"Moonie, please grant me your power to purify the ground upon which we stand." She chanted confidently, kicking the nail into the ground. "Final step! Release these poor spirits into the bright side of the moon." White energy spread like the sea, unnatural howls erupting as the dead werewolves decayed to ash. Collapsing to her knees, a pleasant smile warmed my soul.

"Do you all belong to a clan, or did they kill them all?" I asked calmly, sitting the werewolves on the ground. The afternoon sun bathed them, dirt covered every inch of them. Cheekbones showed signs of starvation, numb looks frightening me. Struggling to stand, she sat down across from them.

"You don't have to answer right away, but what do you think about coming back with us?" She offered kindly, resting her hands on her knees. "We can give you a warm place to stay, and food. Most importantly a bath. I bet a shower would be really nice right now. Then we can send you back home if you want to go." Saying nothing, a white portal swirled behind us. Rushing them through, a deep sigh tumbled from her lips. Taking one last look, her eyes fell on a black shadow in the distance. Flicking her wrist, the silver blade shot into the woods. An unnatural howl of pain echoed in the still air, silver fog rushed towards us.

"I see you figured out this was a trap." My grandfather's voice boomed, several shadows crawling towards us. "How does it feel to be under my spell?" Panic gripped my mind, our feet were stuck. Horror widened her eyes, the shadow creatures crawling faster. Her lips moved silently, black salt bubbled to the surface. White smoke curled off of the shadows, the black salt cooking them. Relief washed over me as our feet became free. Pulling him through the portal, a single black hand peeked through. Her heel kicked it back through, the portal closing. Struggling to her feet, her boots pounded towards the survivors. The clan stood around the eight werewolves, James was glaring at Desmond. The two of them circled each other, an identical snarl on their lips.

"How dare you come back to see me after you left with our mother?" He demanded with a frustrated tone, guilt eating Desmond alive. "I had to console our father." Desmond got into his face, his tan finger poking his brother's gray suit. Cocking his head, James grabbed the collar of his dusty black t-shirt. Never before have I seen him lose his shit, not like this.

"Our mother has cancer, and is currently dying. Where the fuck were you?" Desmond screamed into his face, tears pouring from his blue eyes. "I have been working day and night in the city to keep her alive. So fuck off!" Spinning on his heels, a black car pulled into the village. A frail blonde haired woman stepped out, leaning heavily on a simple black cane. Desmond and James rushed over to her, her blue eyes twinkling dully. A messy side braid held her hair in place, ragged black clothing hanging off of her gaunt frame. Sitting her down on the nearest porch, they fussed over her.

"I am going to make some phone calls." Evie announced calmly, walking away from me. "Give these fellow werewolves a bath, fresh clothes and food." Everyone just stared at her, her foot tapping incessantly. Clapping her hands together, a snarl curled on her lips.

"You all can hate me for the rest of my life, but these werewolves need your help." She snapped icily, fresh hurt dimming her eyes. "Do what I fucking say! NOW!" Everyone moved around us, people assisting them. A single tear streamed from her left eye, her fake smile dimming her face. Sitting down next to James and Desmond, she chattered with their mother. Why did my clan hate her so much? Ignoring the death glares shooting our way, her fingers were playing with the hem of her sweater. Dialing the phone, she was screaming at someone.

"Hey, I am going to get you the best home treatment possible. I am having a doctor that helped me out treat you." She promised sweetly, turning to the brothers. "You two need to get your shit together. Stop fighting and stand by your mother's side. Honestly, I expected more from you James. Get over whatever broke you up in the first place. The situation to me looks like she got a divorce and they just split you up. Deal with it. I wish I had a family to talk to but I never really did. Best of luck for all of you." Walking towards the cabin, I followed after. She was holding her head in her palms, tears flooding from her eyes.

"Why the fuck do they have to hate me! I can't change who I am." She screamed shrilly, her frustration tearing her apart. "I am only trying to make everyone happy, but all they want to do is hate me until I die apparently. The vampires treated me better than this. They all act nice to my face, then shit on me behind my back. What do I need to do? To them I am no more than a breeder witch wolf, so just treat me as such." Clutching her close to my chest, her heart was pounding a mile a minute. Her fingers clutched my shirt, her body trembling. This must have been the way she felt her whole life, the jeers of the clan following her everywhere.

"I wish I could help you." I pondered out loud, her tears soaking my shirt. "I will make them like you." Watery eyes gazed up at me, her teeth biting her lips. Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around her neck.

"You can't make someone like you." She explained calmly, my fingers wiped away her tears. "All I can do is hope." Shooting me a defeated smile, my heart shattered for her.