Chapter 91 91
Draven's POV
I began attacking with all my might, aiming for the enemy that threatened my pack. The battle was intense, but luckily my warriors were more than ready, and they fought with all their might, protecting each other and defending the borders.
Time passed by in a flick of an eye. I fought with everything I had, and my mind focused on a particular task at hand: finding Zac. But he was nowhere.
It's almost like he didn't even come to the battlefield in the first place. I couldn't afford to let distractions cloud my judgement, though. My pack's safety depended on it.
Hours passed, and the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the battlefield. We had managed to repel Zac's forces, driving them back beyond our borders. And soon they all retreated.
Victory was ours, but it came at a cost. I looked around, taking in the wounded warriors, but luckily there were only wounded ones, while Zac had many of his men lying lifeless on the ground.
I went back home to share my victory with Hazel while my men celebrated with one another. I finally got to the mansion and pulled over. After that, I entered the mansion to find that it was completely silent, like no one had been there in a while.
I walked into the living room with controlled steps to find a footprint in the middle of the huge living room. Something didn't seem right, and I knew of it.
With great fear and trepidation, I walked up the stairs and into my room in search of Hazel, only to find that she wasn't there. I checked the bathroom and closet, but she was nowhere to be found; even the maids were nowhere to be found.
"Hazel!" I called out loud, and my only response was an echo of my voice, which bounced through the walls of my mansion.
I went back downstairs and into the servant quotes only to find that she was also not there; in fact, no one was there. I went to the guest room reserved for Jason, as he didn't accompany me to the borders, but he wasn't there.
I walked into the kitchen to find that it was completely messed up. There were broken glasses scattered on the cold tiled floor, and it was all extremely messy.
I heard a muffled scream for help at the corner and went to check it out, only to find someone so special to me, tied up like a lamb about to be sacrificed and beaten up to a pulp.
He was bleeding nonstop, his face completely red as his veins popped out, and I could tell if he wasn't properly taken care of, he would soon breathe his last breath. I had to save him. I had to save Jason.
I walked over to him and released him by untying his wrist first, then the blindfold, before proceeding to remove the gag they had put on his mouth.
"What happened? Where are the maids and Hazel? Who did this?" I couldn't help but act panicked, as I didn't truly know what exactly the situation was or if Hazel was okay or not.
"They... they took... them... away," he gasped in between every word. "Who took them away?" I yelled in frustration.
"The... blood moon... blood moon pack werewolves" I wondered exactly how I'd be able to find them. I couldn't go into the enemy's territory all wily, but then how is it possible that they were able to even get into the pack?
Was the sudden attack at the borders truly just a trap so they could get hold of Hazel? They could be anywhere, and I hadn't completely found the hideouts of the rogue werewolves yet. So it could be either Zac and his minions or those rogues.
A sudden call interrupted my trail of thoughts. I picked up the call and placed the phone against my ears. "Hello, Alpha Draven." I heard a familiar, irritating voice call in a mocking tone.
"Name?" I demanded, trying to hold back my anger. "It's pretty simple and short. Fun guy" seems to be the playful type. Other than knowing that from our last encounter, he seemed even more playful now.
"You want your mate and maids back? Come and meet me. I'll give you a hint, just because I'm a nice guy. I'm at the place where the poor would go with fear and the rich would go with ego.”
“If you're unable to find me before the next 2 hours, I can't guarantee the safety of your mate."
"How dare you threaten me? Listen, Mr. Fun Guy, play times are over. I know you can hear me. Hazel, I'm coming, and I won't let anything happen to you."
I hung up the call and immediately got out of the house. I hurried up to my car and drove at bullet speed to the borders of the pack.
On the way there, I called my Noah to get Jason treated. I immediately parked recklessly close to the borders where my men were merring, almost hitting Jason, who just stood there without fear, knowing I'd never harm him.
I hurriedly got out of the car and walked up to him. Just then, some other elders arrived and came to his side, looking frightened. "The rogue werewolves have Hazel and my maids," I said in a hurry.
"And Jason?"
"He got beat up pretty badly, but I called Noah, to get him treated. Anyway, I have just 2 hours to save Hazel, and all I have is a stupid riddle and—"
"Relax, Alpha Draven." Sam said. I understand what he was trying to say, but how do I explain the panic in my head at the fact that Hazel was in the custody of the rogue werewolves and they wouldn't think twice before harming her and Ashe too?
No matter what happens, No matter the cost, I will save her and bring her back to where she is meant to be. Right next to me
Third person POV
A bit far away from Draven and the rest of his crew, in the middle of the old abandoned woods, there's an old abandoned hospital known to have scary spirits of those who have died trapped inside, unable to move onto the next life or receive redemption.
There inside, Hazel was tied up to a chair, and other werewolves with masks surrounded her. Hazel thought back to earlier, when this so-called fun guy called Draven, the alarm in his voice as he spoke, told her he truly cared about her safety.
His words, "I know you can hear me, Hazel; I'm coming, and I won't let anything happen to you," kept replaying and echoing in her ears, her heart fluttering in delight as she heard him say that.
She looked around her in search of something that would enable her to successfully escape this place and return to his side. She had no idea where she was, and these rogue werewolves didn't seem like the safest people to be around.
"Hey, ugly face!" She yelled at one of them, purposely trying to rile him up, and she finally got his attention as she wanted. He walked closer and gripped her hard by the chin. "Who are you calling ugly?" He asked, gritting his teeth.
"Well, you didn't tell me your name, and you are all wearing black masks, which means your actual faces must be uglier than the masks."
"Hey!" He gripped her chin even harder, and it began to sting. "Let her go," a deep dark voice out in the cold, dark walls of the old hospital says in a rumbling tone.
Hazel looked behind the guy hurting her to find that it was the fun guy who had called Draven earlier. The other guy stopped hurting her and moved away.
He let go of Hazel and stood by the fun guy. In a sudden, swift move, the fun guy grabbed onto the chin of the one who had tried to hurt Hazel and strangled him to death.
The guy fell to the ground completely limp, and it was far too easy to tell that he was dead. The fun guy came walking towards me, and just when he was before me, he slowly took off his mask and revealed his face. I gasped as I saw that he was...
He had a breathtakingly muscular face that would enchant any creature and exaggeratedly bring the dead back to life. Hazel looked up at him with bewilderment; she wondered just how it was possible that a rogue werewolf could be this magnificent.
Not that all rogue werewolves were awfully ugly, just that they mostly have scars on their faces to make them look rather scary to the weak werewolves. But he is so different.