The Alpha Beast's Rebel Wolf

Ch. 06

NARRATIVE POV

The scent of rot and death clung to her; it was turning her stomach.

She didn't know how long she had been following these three wolves, but with each passing day, her memories began to return, along with the renewal of her senses.

Her sense of smell was now the strongest.

She could smell a rabbit miles away. Even without her wolf spirit, she adapted to her wild surroundings like the apex predator she was born to be. She didn't need to shift to connect to those senses. They were now her usual state of awareness.

She watched her wolves yip and prance around playfully as they splashed into the open body of water before her. It was time to clean herself. She could no longer tolerate the scent on her. She didn't understand how it didn't keep her companions away, but enough was enough.

She had no commercial cleaners for her hair and skin, but she was smart enough with her herbs and understood that nature provided readily available options. She just needed to wait until her brain functions returned fully to remember them.

She gathered some soapwort leaves and roots, drying them out overnight. After starting a small fire with the flint from the emergency pack she retrieved, she brought some water to boil, and after washing the dried blood and grim off of her body in the open water first, she returned to the shore and washed down with the soapwort-infused water. She would have to rinse with a cup of fresh water at a time, as it is poisonous to the fish in the open water. She was one with nature now and wouldn't be responsible for any upset with the balance. That wasn't her purpose on Earth now.

Her purpose was to reset the balance. Vengeance.

After washing and removing the scent of death from her presence, she chewed on some licorice root for her breath. Feeding on the rabbits and another carcass that her wolves retrieved left a bitter bite on her breath.

"Well, what do we have here?" A man's voice snickered behind her naked form while she dried off after her washing.

She turned around, tilting her head. She held no fear, but the malicious gleam in his eyes told her to remain cautious.

Behind the unknown rogue male came two more rogues: one male and a smaller female. They were roughly the same build, but the female was slightly smaller but close enough.

"I think we found a new little lost birdie to play with, Regan." The male in the background chuckled. The female wrapped her arm around his waist with a smirk.

The male in front of her nodded and licked his lips while he took in her naked details.

"I can definitely work with this new plaything," he chuckled. "Would you like some company, sweet thing? I promise to be gentle."

The other two laughed. "You don't know the meaning of gentle, Regan." The woman rolled her eyes and smirked.

She didn't speak. She watched the three rogues discuss her as though she were not there. They advanced on her with calculated division. They were a small rogue pack of three. They had practiced this form of attack.

Their mistake was to think she was weak. Her nudity didn't define her strength. Her lack of visible support in numbers didn't mean she was alone, either.

"Look at her not even flinching, Regan. She wants you, man." The second man chuckled.

"I might just keep this one." He joked back. He took another step closer. His fingers itched to touch her creamy skin. She looked pure, and that thought drove him crazed with lust.

She stood firm in her spot. Her body was calm and relaxed.

Her relaxed state put them all at ease. She didn't show signs of wanting to flee, which they'd never experienced.

"Hey, little birdie. You want this, don't you? You want me to taste you." Regan spoke softly as though approaching a gentle rabbit in the wild. She was so calm, her big eyes curiously taking in his gestures. She watched them all, not that they would know that. Her range of vision was expanded far more than any human should. She was more wolf than human now.

She returned— altered. Heightened.

Regan stood before her. His rough hands finally rubbed across her smooth, pure skin. He couldn't stop himself from rubbing her palms all over her exposed skin. She didn't flinch as he did. She continued to stare at him with a growing curiosity.

"Sh.it, that bit.ch wants you, man. Take her. We'll go for a walk while you have your fun." Regan didn't take his hungry eyes off the teen before him; he nodded for his friends to leave them be for the time being. He was excited. It's been a while since he found a willing participant for his rough fun.

This female before him was clearly made for him, and he planned to keep her by his side. She didn't seem to mind the idea. Regan dipped his face into the hollow of her sweet-scented neck and ran his tongue along the length of her collarbone. A shiver shook her body.

"Mmm, you liked that, didn't you little birdie?" Regan chuckled as he pulled his face from her neck and looked into her eyes.

Her eyes were wholly blackened.

"What the—" Regan went to take a step back, but her hand snapped up, fisting her wildly shaggy hair painfully.

Her strength took him by surprise as she yanked his head back viciously.

He watched in horror as her mouth opened, revealing her elongated canines.

"N-no, please—" Regan stuttered in terror.

It was too late. With her mouth open and her jaws stretched unnaturally wide, her head snapped forward, sinking her teeth into his jugular, tearing through the protective flesh.

His cries were quickly silenced with the gurgling of his final attempts to call for help. It was too late for Regan. The light in his eyes dimmed in pursuit of her feral hunger as she continued to tear into her prey.

He would never harm another female again. She used that thought to lessen the reality that she was hungrily eating the organs of a human being. Her appetite was too much to control then, so she stopped trying to figure it out and focused on the power she felt.

Vengeance.

That was her only thought. Her only emotion. She was getting vengeance for those who could not before her.

Satisfied that she had snuffed out his darkness upon the world, she tossed his lifeless body to the shoreline before her. His body hit the ground with a hard thud. She found herself in a trance because of the noise.

A flash of memory worked through her. Her brother had thrown her onto the hard cement ground. The sound was similar, but in her memory, she cried out. Regan did not. The cruel smiles of her family circled her and filled her. It fueled her.

Regan's friends smiled the same cruel smile at the idea of harming her. The same smirk her sister wore when she murdered her, the rogue female with these vile men wore.

Her head snapped up at the sound of her wolves yipping. They caught their own prey.

She located her pack with ease. They always knew where the others were. It was an unusual connection for her, as she never had that connection even within her birth pack, but she didn't question it. She relished the connection. She was no longer CC, the bastard outcast. She finally had a pack dynamic.

Two of her wolves tore into the other male rogue in the open field. He was long gone, but she could already detect the slow pace of his lingering heartbeat. Her wolves always hunted with precision. She crouched down closely and watched with a tilted head and pleasing expression. They always hunted the prey together.

Her blackened eyes watched as her wolf's teeth tore through the male. Cast aside were his denim jacket and tee shirt. She smiled. Finally, she had something else to wear other than her stained and battered formal gown from the day she was killed in the warehouse. It was too restrictive to her movements, but her body was too bare to be without clothes.

"Help, please," a female cries out, attracting her attention.

There was her little wolf, sitting patiently under a tall tree, watching his prey with amusement as she clung to the thick branch high up in the tree. Her body was trembling.

CC stood from her crouched position, leaving her wolves to finish their feast. She then walked over to her youngest and smallest wolf, who was standing guard.

She pats his head with affection. This gesture earned her fingers a playful nibble and a lap of his tongue.

"P-please. I'm sorry. Call them off. I didn't want to hurt you. I promise. Please." the trembling rogue female stuttered. Her eyes were glossy from tears of absolute terror as she looked at her dead lover and the young woman awaiting her at the bottom of the tree.

"Strip!" CC called up. She didn't use her voice, and it was evident how rough it sounded with her weighted command—the command of an Alpha female. This was the first word she had spoken since coming back from limbo.

This command took the rogue female by surprise. "W-what?" Her eyes drifted down the length of the Alpha female's naked body. It clicked. "You want my clothes? Yeah? Okay. We can make a deal. I will give you my clothes, but you let me go."

CC tilted her head. She didn't speak another word. She didn't need to. The command was still lingering in the air. A rogue female could not deny it; she held no rank, and none of the three rogues did.

The clothes were quickly thrown from the tree. CC crouched down and retrieved the black stretch denim jeans, tank top, and leather coat. The leather calf-length boots fell to the ground with a hard thunk.

Looking up at the tree, she smirked, seeing the rogue female in nothing but her panties. She didn't need those.

"Can I come down now?" the shivering female asked. CC simply nodded, stepping away from the tree, her wolf following her. The other two larger wolves of her pack were done playing with their prey and awaiting their Alpha females' return.

CC gathered the discarded denim jacket and oversized tee. She had plenty of clothes to wear now. First, she needed to wash away the scent of their filth, a simple task with more boiling soapwort leaves.

She heard the feet of the rogue female touch the ground behind her.

"They ate him." She stuttered, her arms wrapped around her shivering body. She looked helplessly at CC, seeking instructions on what to do next. "What do I do now?" She finally whimpered. Her tone was filled with defeat.

"Run!" CC whispered with a smirk.

The rogue female's eyes widened at the word. "B-but you said—"

CC's hollowed face filled with a smile. "Sorry, not sorry." She turned to her wolves, finding them staring at the rogue female with a calculating glow in their eyes. "Hunt!" she ordered, and the wolves took off running.

The rogue female screamed as she sprinted into the woods. CC knew she wouldn't get far. No one ever did when the pack hunted them. Vengeance must always be paid. A balance must be maintained. Take or give. Those were the rules. It was time for the rogue female to return what she had taken. Life.