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We were here less than twenty four hours before he showed up. The problem was, the asshole was in human form. And I was yet to see what he looked like as a human. Jenson couldn't help me either. He had only ever seen him in beast form.
It was a rarity that a Rogue is able to shift at will.
Becoming Rogue was just that, almost impossible to come back and live like other Lycans, but it's not completely impossible. Jenson said the guy at Black Shadow succeeded. But this guy, he was something else. He pushed his boundaries. He didn't fight what he was and that gave him more freedom.
What I had learned about Rogues is that they struggle when they fight against their desires.
That's what makes it hard. That's what stops them from turning back.
A heart versus head thing.
But he had figured it out and I couldn't help the smile that spreads across my face. "Do you have eyes on him? Jenson asks when he sees me smile.
"No."
I knew he was here, I just didn't know where. It was impossible to pinpoint him. He was moving but so were so many other people that were going about their daily lives.
And he would know I was here.
He wasn't stupid. If I could smell him, no doubt he could smell me. It seems to heighten their sense of smell when they become Rogue. Every sense explodes to a new level and that's why the fuckers could be harder to kill if you didn't do it right. Unless you kill them in their sleep. Though there was no fun in that.
"Just keep watching." I mutter
One guy catches my eye. He has tattoos on his neck, just like the guy who saw Jenson talking to me. Lots of people had tattoos, but it was rare for them to have identical tattoos in identical locations. Unless it was a family trait.
If it is him, he didn't look much like his brother. He's leaner, his hair and eyes a chestnut brown compared to the darkness of Damien's.
Maybe they just shared one parent like me and my dearest half sister.
He looks around. Most likely searching for me.
But I wasn't stupid. I had already made sure my scent was all over this glorified town. It would just be a little stronger here due to my current position. He had already figured that out. He looks away when he doesn't see me.
Immediately eyeing up a woman a little younger than me, outside a library.
He stops by her, pointing out the bundle of books she is carrying. There was too much traffic and noise for me to hear what he is saying. But I watch her giggle. A little flush of red brightening up her pale cheeks.
I knew why he had targeted her, she looked easy to manipulate. Maybe a little naive.
He leans in close to her, showing his interest with his little touches on the arm, tucking her curly hair behind her ear. She's flattered, probably never having anyone show interest in her before.
It might have been sweet if I hadn't known what his real intentions were.
She's giggling again as his hand catches her fingers. I watch her nod and she begins to follow him. Looking around as if it was some kind of trick. Though she doesn't seem to see that's exactly what it is. "It's time to put an end to his little game." I snarl
I slip out of the shadows into full view, but he is too busy sweetening her with his lies. The giggles constantly grow and her eyes are wide as she hangs on his every word. Silly girl, had Alpha Ryan not taught them anything? "Are we doing this now? It's broad daylight." Jenson mutters in my ear.
"We have too before he takes another victim. I would rather him be out the way for good."
"Ironic how both you and Neah have the same problem."
I ignore his comment and turn the corner following the Rogue and the girl. They had disappeared from sight. "Fuck." I growl, searching the entire street with my eyes.
Then I see a foot sticking out of a small alley between buildings. It twitches and I already knew I was too late. She hadn't even had a chance to make a sound. By the time Jenson and I get to the spot. The Rogue has gone and so is the girls heart.
Her eyes are wide, but life has left them. Her rosy cheeks quickly pale with the lack of blood flow. Blood trailed off down the alley, and over the small fence at the end.
"Stay here, call the Alpha. Tell him I'm on a hunt."
"Alone?"
"Always alone." I had my knives and my gun, that was all I needed. I didn't need someone else that I had to keep an eye on.
A small field is behind the fence that eventually turns to a few trees and then woods. The blood trail was constant, thinning out as the beast healed. A few crimson droplets here and there until there is nothing.
But his scent was strong. He was nearby. Jenson had said something about the Rogue using trees.
I look up but can't see anything.
"Why don't you come out to play?" I call out into the silence of the woods. "Or is the little beasty afraid?"
I keep my hands free. Wielding a knife right now would only make him less likely to appear. I had to get my timings perfect.
"I know what you are. And you know what I am." I call out again. "So why waste my time with these games."
I feel his presence hovering above me, but I don't look up. He clearly wants to give me the element of surprise, so I will play him at his own game.
Stepping forwards, I keep my eyes in front of me.
He is trying to understand me, they always did.
After all, I had climbed the fence and traipsed through the fields in my beautiful Louboutins.
A price I had to pay to wear beautiful shoes and to kill my targets.
The rustling above me is a purposeful move.
He had worked at concealing himself for a long time.
He wanted me to look up, just as he jumped down on me.
Instead I move further into the woods which is followed by a grunt of annoyance.
He may be able to lure others to their death, but two could play at that game.
"Talk." I snap. "I know you can."
"Why are you following me?" He growls from up the tree as I check my nails.
"You are causing me problems that I don't need."
"You are causing me problems by following me." He growls
I roll my eyes. "Are you going to come down here so that I can kill you?"
He laughs, a throaty garbled sound that sounds more like he is choking on something. "You look like her, but you don't smell like her." He drops directly in front of me. His beast towers over me, bloody drool hanging from its sharp teeth. "You smell weak and you smell delicious."
He slowly drags a tongue over his sharp teeth.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I cock an eyebrow at him. "Because I've dealt with a lot worse than an idiot who likes to play with his food. And I am far from weak."
He growls again, stretching up even taller, but I just stand here, unphased and unbothered.
Being massive was not always an advantage.
Being smaller means I'm quicker, and can get out of tighter spots. Sometimes I can move in ways they aren't expecting.
His claws reach out to grab my shoulders and I step back, just out of reach.
It was a simple but yet effective movement that seems to irritate the hell out of Rogues.
Like they can't see the obvious even when it's staring them in the face.
"Why did you target those girls?"
He doesn't answer and staying at full height, he moves around me in a circle, trying to freak me out. His moves are so predictable, I wonder how Dane and the others had struggled to kill him.
He comes to a halt in front of me. "You want them, don't you. You want her for yourself?"
"I can help. I can get in unseen. We could work together. Lycan and Lycan taking over the shitty Wolves."
I hold a hand up, pointing to myself. "Lycan." I slowly turn my hand to point my finger at him. "Rogue. Don't confuse the two."
That deep throaty gargle ripples through the air. "Would you feel better if I shifted?"
He changes back to the chestnut haired man that had lured the girl away.
Not even afraid to conceal his naked body.
A massive lump of flesh missing from his leg.
You wouldn't think he would be able to walk. "No." In one fluid movement, I pull a knife from my waistband and jab it into his stomach. Surprise floods his eyes and a cry of anger releases from his throat as I rip the blade upwards to his ribs. They take too long with their games. Trying to draw it out until they get what they want. With Rogues it was best to be quick. Not allowing them time to plot their next move. Always be unsuspecting. His hands grab the handle of the knife and he pulls it out, sending a spray of deep red all over me.
He starts to heal before my very eyes. I hadn't gone deep enough.
I pull out the other knife and sink it into his bad leg as he tries to knock me down. He goes to pull it out, I fire the gun, the bullet disappearing into his forehead before blowing the back of his head out. "One down."