Forever Mine

FORTY SEVEN

The basement of Trent and Cleo's house was nowhere near as secure as the mausoleum at Moonlight Ridge, but it had to do. Saltwater Woods was a relatively young pack, coming into creation after werewolves hadn't been prisoners to the moon phases. They didn't have cells strong enough to contain a pissed off werewolf like the original packs. But it wasn't often he carted around a prisoner and the blood wolf hadn't been game to try an escape with Isaac waiting at the top of the staircase.

Isaac nodded to the two guards standing in the basement alongside the prisoner, allowing them to retreat upstairs for a break. Isaac couldn't help but gloat at the wolf's nervousness, his yellow eyes watching his every move with hesitation. Roxy was no longer around to play the empathetic Luna. If this criminal wanted to be a pain in his arse again, he wouldn't be so kind this time round.

'Who do you work for?' demanded Isaac, standing in front of the creature. Tobias was next to him, his arms folded with his grey eyes steely.

The wolf gave a snarl. 'I told you, I don't know.' His eyes looked around the basement. 'Where's the Luna? I'll only speak to her.'

'She's not here anymore thanks to your pack,' spat Isaac, his wolf's limbs bulging against his skin like a baby moving about its mother's womb. 'Now who do you work for!?'

A flash of sorrow crossed the rogue's face before he looked to the ground. 'I honestly can't tell you. Like I said, disposables are kept in the dark about everything.'

'Does the name Abaddon sound familiar?' pressed Tobias.

The rogue stilled, a frown filling his face when he looked back up to them. 'Yes, I think so. I heard some of the higher up rogues speaking of him. They made him sound like some legend, said he's caused more carnage than any other rogue in history.' His eyes darted between them. 'Why?'

'We're sure he's the one that's the leader,' growled Isaac. 'He's a blood wolf.'

The rogue's eyes widened. 'A blood wolf? That's impossible. They were–'

'Well, they weren't. Which makes you and every other "rogue" one too,' interrupted Isaac impatiently. He wasn't in the mood of feeding the prisoner the truth of his identity. He needed answers. Now. 'Now can you tell me any useful information? Can you think of any landmarks of the territory? Anything familiar about the pack house? Anything!'

He seemed to be thinking hard and Isaac snarled. Was he actually trying to help or was he making up a bullshit story he was about to spin to them? He took a deep breath, forcing his fingers which were curling in a strangling motion back to his sides. Roxy had seen something good in this rogue, and he was being more helpful than any other Isaac had met. He couldn't kill him. As much as he hated to admit it, the wolf before them was the only lead they had to finding Roxy and Cleo.

'My memory is all hazy. Memories blur. Perks of being a rogue or should I say... blood wolf.' He seemed to struggle with the term. Isaac gave an impatient growl making him scramble. 'One thing I can remember though is every route I've travelled. It makes me wonder if I was a tracker... before... well, you know. I can take you there.'

The Alpha and Beta looked at each other before Isaac gave an amused scoff. 'Why should we trust you? You could lead us in the opposite direction. This could be part of your plan, to lead us into a trap!'

The blood wolf snarled in response. 'Your Luna was the only wolf to show kindness to me, despite what I am, in a very long time. My memories may not ever be the same again, but the way she cared for me as if I was one of her own pack members will never be distorted. I want to help her. Not you.'

'Why should I believe you?'

'You're desperate. I know you've got no other leads because instead of wasting time down here pressing a rogue – blood wolf – you would've took off on a hunt days ago.' He smiled triumphantly before his face darkened. 'I might not remember them but I know I've done some awful things during my time as a ro – blood wolf. I know that the images that haunt me, of having a soulmate and children, are real and not figments of my imagination. Please, help me redeem myself. Help me get my revenge.'