Chapter 64
Chapter 64 Chapter 64
Crack, rustle. The twigs cracking beneath our feet were loud in the otherwise silent forest, but to be
honest, we’ve both reached the point of not caring, neither one of us giving a flying fig about the
sounds or possible rogues. We’re just that exhausted. Johnathon is definitely not the travelling buddy of
my dreams.
Thomas hasn’t stopped at every single pack like we have, but both Johnathon and I are too worried
about going in the wrong direction to avoid any of the packs along the trail we take. One wrong move
and we could end up further away from Winter, instead of heading towards her like we initially nned.
Every move we make we analyze. It’s exhausting.
It hasn’t been the smoothest of travels, not when Johnathon and I don’t see eye to eye on a lot of
things. It doesn’t help that thest few days and nights have been cold as well as rainy. Even wolves
don’t like to get wet and there was a storm brewing, judging by the dark ck clouds gathering over our
heads. Just what else we needed. I shiver slightly from the cold, feeling extremely frustrated.
“I think we should set up camp” I shout out to Johnathon, my hair beginning to fly wildly in the wind. I
hope he can hear me, otherwise I’m going to have to mind-link the sted Alpha.
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– He turns to look at me, as grumpy as ever. For an Alpha you’d think he would be used to bad weather
and travel. Apparently not.
“The pack up ahead is not too much further. I would rather spend time in a nice warm bed then sleep
out here again in the bloody cold” he grumbles. Yeah, I don’t think we’re going to have a choice tonight.
I shoot another nce upwards. “We’re not going to make it, best to set up camp” | argue. The next
pack is several miles away and we’ve spent the majority of the day in our wolf forms up until now. We
need time to recuperate. Setting up camp is the best option for both of us, he just has to stop being so
goddamn stubborn.
Besides who made Johnathon the bloody boss? I didn’t ask him toe along, he insisted. I can tell
he’s annoyed but I don’t care.
“Fine” he snaps irritably, pulling the tent out of the backpack as I join him. I’m already shivering from the
cold and it’s not even raining. At this rate, snow was going to be inevitable as well. I smile at that.
Winter loves snow, always has. I guess that’s one of the reason’s I always felt that her name suited her.
God, how I miss my little sister.
“We’re wasting time, doing this’ Johnathon grunts as he begins to pull the tent up. I roll my eyes. I wish
I could bury him in snow, just for some piece and quiet.
A loud crash of thunder, makes both of us jump. I give Johnathon a told you so look, which he pointedly
avoids, scrambling now to get the tent up. We huddle inside, both pointedly keeping our distance from
one another. As far as we can, considering it’s a very small tent and we’re both bulky teenagers.
“Do you think Winter found a pack to stay in?” Johnathon asks quietly.
I stop to think for a moment. I wish she has. I want nothing more than to find her and find out she’s
finally happy. She’s already been through so much, if anyone deserves to find true happiness, it’s her.
“I hope so” | mutter as he falls silent.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have rejected her” he murmurs, presumable speaking to himself “she wouldn’t have
run off then. I could have at least given her a chance” he says regretfully.
I’m staring at him in disbelief. Did he really think that this was all because of his stupid bloody rejection!
That might be one piece of the puzzle, but I’m betting the bullying and the beatings had something to
do with it as well. He really needs to get over himself. Besides, what the hell is he going to do when we
find Winter? I can’t exactly see her weing him with open arms. Actually, I don’t even think she’ll
greet me with open arms. I wouldn’t me her though. Johnathon is an i***t. A big one.
“She would have left anyway” I say finally and he sighs, looking despondent and rather pathetic if I’m
being honest. “She was bullied at school and was beaten at home. I’m amazed it’s taken this long for
her to run away from home and never look back. If it was me, I would have left a long time ago. But
she’s always been the stubborn type.” My voice cracks and I nce away from him. other whether we
liked it or not. At least outside we could keep our distance and not be offended. The tent was meant as
an emergency one but it wasing in damn handytely, even if the Alpha snores so loudly, I’m
frightened that wild animals will get curious enough to investigate the loud sounds. I can at least be
grateful to Johnathon for insisting we take a tent along. There’s something to be said about not freezing
to utter death.
My nose wrinkles. I can smell dirt, pine, the smell of the rain as it pours down, but I swear I’m picking
something else up, something that we hadn’t anticipated. Especially not in this weather. f**k, I think to
myself with a groan. Not now. It smells absolutely putrid though and not something you can miss.
“Can you smell that?” I ask Johnathon and he nods, grimly peeking out of the tent and scanning the
woods.
“They might just be going through” he mutters to me “at any rate they are still a fair distance away.
Besides they don’t like the rain, anymore than we do, do they?”.
Not exactly the right words to make me calm down. I’m trying to think positively, at least from the smell,
there appears to be only one of them and there’s two of us. That made the odds better on our side,
especially with a ferocious Alpha. Heck, Johnathon could probably take them down on his own and
never even break a sweat. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway.
“The smell is getting stronger” I tell Johnathon nervously and he nods, his expression looking grim.
Reluctantly, due to the rain and the cold wind, we’re forced to step outside. If we shift in the tent we’ll
only rip it to pieces and we very much wanted the tent to stay in tact. The smell of blood and rotten
meat met my nostrils and I cringed. It was definitelying closer. Was it looking for a fight? Because
we’d give him one. But it was sheer stupidity on his part to approach an Alpha. Most rogues would
have the sense to stay away, so why the hell wasn’t this one? It was bloody infuriating
Johnathon’s busy c*****g his head, listening for the sounds of the approaching rogue, his eyes wary as
he nces at me. I give him a nod and move, keeping my back to him and trying to view this so called
rogue from a distance. He wasn’t that far out that we shouldn’t be able to spot him. Especially with our
shifter eye-sight. We can see for miles with it.
My mouth pops open, and I give Johnathon a nudge to his shoulder. He too stares in fascination. We’re
used to rogues being in their wolf forms and preparing to fight, that it actually takes us a moment to
realize the maning towards us was in fact one in human form. It waspletely unexpected. If it
wasn’t for the smell and the glowing red eyes of his, we would have mistaken him for another shifter. A
normal one.
The skinny, ragged looking man, holds his hands up as though surrendering. “I mean you no harm” he
rasps as Johnathon and I nce at each other in surprise. “I have information, I believe you may want.”
I’m suspicious. As if he’s going to have any information we want from him. What kind of rogue is this? I
thought they attacked on sight, but this one really does seem to be harmless, even as I remind myself
to remain on my guard.
“What do you think?” I whisper to Johnathon,
“I think we should hear him out” he answers quietly “I’m curious to know what kind of information he
thinks we want to hear.”
So am I. But I’m not about to forget that he’s a rogue either. I’m not about to let myself be killed, if I can
help
it.
“Come forward slowly” I tell him, firmly, Johnathon tense beside me, prepared to shift at a seconds
notice. The man gives me a small nod and walks very slowly, forward until we’re meters apart. He
keeps his hands up as though surrendering
“What do you want for the information?” Johnathon asks. It was a good question. What did we have,
that the rogue could possibly want? Well, besides our blood I think a little maliciously.
The rogue licks his lips. “Spare food and water” he croaks and Johathon grabs a water bottle and some
food from our backpack and returns, throwing it to the rogue who eagerly catches it in both hands. He
drinks thirstily and I realize, due to his malnourished and skinny frame, that he clearly hasn’t been able
to have a decent meal or satiate his thirst in a good long time. I actually find myself feeling sorry for this
dude. How unreal is that? I’m feeling sorry for
a rogue.
“What’s the information” I ask and he pauses, wipes the water dripping down his chin with one hand,
even as we’re still getting rained down upon. Must be a habit. Or a reflex.
“I heard you’re looking for a girl, one who’se been traveling alone” he says gruffly and my heart skips a
beat.
“We might be” Johnathon says cautiously “why would you tell us?” He sounds curious rather than
angry.
The rogue hesitates, looks a little shame faced. ‘If she’s the one, I’m thinking you’re looking for. She
saved my life. I attacked her, desperate for food and she came out better off. Instead of finishing me
off, she wrapped my wounds in bandages and left me some food to replenish my strength. She could
have killed me, hell if I’d been in her position, would have but she chose to help me instead. She did
me a kindness and I’d like to pay it back.”
That sounds very interesting. Winter of course would have her wolf long by now. But it’s curious she
didn’t kill the rogue. Most shifter’s didn’t hesitate like she clearly had.
“Could she speak?” Johnathon yells out to him and the rogue shakes his head. “No” he said decisively
and my eyes light up. It has to be her. “Where did she go?”
The roguees closer and we don’t move to stop him. The information he has is too important to
ignore and could very well lead us to my missing sister. Besides he seems to be rtively harmless,
especially for a rogue.
The rogue’s eyes are twinkling. “I can do better than that” he says with a small smile “I can lead you
right to her. I kept an eye on her after she left me, wanted to thank her in some way. Then I hear from
other packs once I seen she was staying where she was, that there were some boys looking for her.
One of them, being her brother, the other an Alpha. Figures it had to be you.”
“What’s in it for you?” Task suspiciously. “If I take you to her” the rogue says quietly “can you do
something for me?” “Depends what it is” Johnathon says.
“Tell her thankyou from me. Once I’ve done this, I’m off to find a home, settle down and stop being a
rogue. She gave me that motivation to change.’