He rolls his eyes at me holds this content.

“I assume that if you are here. The Rogues are all dead.”

His dark eyes just stare at me.

“It's fine.” I tell the guard. “He is with Mallory.

“I take it that the female Alpha hasn't killed her then?” Damien asks curiously

“Not yet. Though there is still a good chance.

Damien sighs “Did she apologise like I told her?”

“From what I understand, she said something like an apology would be worthless.” “Mallory!” He mutters to himself.

He comes to a stop and I notice how his nostrils flare. His eyes dart about. I assume he is looking for Mallory and was just about to tell him where she was when I realise he is staring at my sister.

Raven is carrying something in her arms and drops them when she realises she is being watched. Quickly turning on her heel, she marches in the opposite direction with some speed.

“Wolf, right?” Damien murmurs “Yes, that's Raven, my sister. She’s not the greatest fan of you guys. “Who is!” He shrugs his shoulders at me

“There are only four Lycans here. My mate, Jess. Mallory and now you. Raven is good friends with my mate. And she likes Jess too, but every other Lycan she has met has been a royal pain in the ass. Everyone else here is a Wolf.”

“Right.” His dark eyes still scan the area as we walk towards the house I had set Mallory up in.

Before Damien has a chance to knock on the door. Mallory throws it open, flinging herself at him. “I'm so glad you are alive! But it was a mistake coming here. Now you are here, we can leave.”

“I haven't met the female Alpha yet.” Damien mutters, putting her back on her feet. He looks at me, waiting for me to respond. “She is resting right now.” “I see. Maybe a tour then?” He asks hopefully and I see Mallory frown

“Are you up to something? Because I haven't got the time nor the fucking patience for that right now.” I warn him.

Damien smiles at me. “If I were, I would have taken out those two guards that:were keeping me at the ron waiting for you. In fact I o probably. could have taken most.of your people out in the time youwere ucking your mate. Becausethat can bethe only possible reason you have for keeping me waiting for so ong. Right?”

“Damien!” Mallory snaps at him. “You can’t speak to him like that. He is the pack leader.”

Damien glances at Mallory and reluctantly. he apologises for the way he spoke to me. “Packs are not how I learned to be a Lycan. We didn’t have a hierarchy.”

“You didn’t, but it sounds like you were the one in charge.” I mutter. He had taken control over everything in the short time we were with them. “I guess so.

“Why do you want to meet Neah?” I push as Mallory retreats into the house

“You said it yourself, Dane. She is a female Lycan Alpha. The last one. She needs as much protection as she can get.”

“She has the pack.

“Yes, but they are not Lycans.” Damien frowns

What he is trying to say, hits me. “The Rogues are alive, aren't they?”

“One got away. “We can take it out.” I mutter, I wasn't afraid of any beast. “You have fought against Lycans, correct?” Damien asks

“Yes.”

“But you haven't battled Rogues. They are darker and far more dangerous wan those who shift between hurnan and beast. They =~ don't fight to win a battle, they fight for fur They won't just rip throats out sf kill, they will tear apartan entire body, dragging the bones and organs from the flesh while the prey is still alive. Feasting on them as they beg for death.” to

“How did you kill them?”

“Luck, but, fve been studying them for yearsstve provided them witht food. They don't care for Wolvesor other-ycans. They don't care for a chaitr of command. The thing they cate e about most is a full stomach.” Céntent belongs to

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“You killed them in their sleep?’

I did what needed to be done.”