"You ain't getting shit out of me, you should probably save yourself the stress." The rouge scoffed out.
"Why are you so hell bent on helping destroy packs, hmm?" Lucas asked, puzzled at his determination.
The man scoffed. "All of you Alphas are so full of yourself, you only ever look out for yourself and take what isn't rightfully yours."
"And why exactly did you assume we're all the same?" Lucas asked.
"Aren't you all? Are you saying you're different?" The man asked.
"I'm not like them, I don't take what isn't rightfully mine." Lucas answered.
"That's what you all say, but it's all lies." He said.
"And how do you know I was lying?" Lucas asked, he hated men like him who think they're somehow doing good by committing acts of destruction and somehow always manage to convince themselves they were helping shape the world better.
"Oh, you're seriously acting ignorant?"
Lucas scoffed angrily, he was getting nowhere with him. "Ignorant about what? Just say whatever you want to say, I ain't here to bicker with you."
"Oh, the warriors locked down here some weeks ago, they from your pack?" The man asked, raising his brows.
"I get it now, it was a necessary act, their Alpha was evil, I had to do it and trust me, the warriors themselves were grateful for it." Lucas replied, then he paused, he knew how that probably sounded to the rouge, he probably thought of them as the same now.
"Good man, right? Did the Alpha not have an heir, because I sure as hell heard a warrior say he did."
"His heir is as corrupt as he is, now enough with your question, will you answer mine?" Lucas asked.
"If I want to. Ask on." The man said and relaxed on the wall beside the bed.
Lucas pulled a chair at the corner of the cell and sat down on it, facing the man.
"What is your name?" Lucas asked, treading gently.
"Omar. That's all you'll get." He replied, facing the window at the back of the cell.
Lucas nodded, "Okay, Omar, what pack are you from?"
"Askhmoir." Lucas was about to write that down, but he paused as trying to recollect any pack with that name but he came up blank.
"Where is it located? I don't think I've heard of any pack with that name around here."
"Oh, it's not from around here." Omar replied, shaking his head slowly.
"And where is it located?" Lucas asked.
"Egypt." Omar replied.
"Egypt?" Lucas blinked.
"Yeah, don't be surprised." He replied.
That was when Lucas thought about his accent, he had shrugged it off as an effect of being a rouge, since they barely communicate, but as he stared at him intensely, he definitely looked Egyptian, with his deep black low cut hair.
"That's a long distance from here." Lucas paused "That's from another continent entirely."
"Yeah, I know. I was foolish." Omar snorted.
"What do you mean by you were foolish?" Lucas asked.
"You wouldn't understand." Omar replied.
