Zion

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” She yells, kicking over the vase of her house, the delicate object crashing onto the floor. After another twenty seconds of a rage, her pale fingers run through her platinum blond hair, the sharp cut along her jawline making her cheekbones stand out even more. For sure she looks like a cold kill. She killed an Alpha for someone she thought loved her back only to be banished. “It’s like I’m saving your ass again.”

“Ginger, I need help during this time and I thought you were the one to understand me,” I confess, watching as Drexel passes into the living room, nodding to Ginger.

“What, because I thought I loved someone? Because look how that turned out!” She snaps, grabbing my wrist as she pulls me into her house, slamming the door behind her. “So here I stand, a powerful rogue with a doomed fate.”

She’s powerful. A Ring Leader. A massive influence. Driving onto her property was already nerve-racking enough, how she has different groups of rogues making sure the area stays secure from packs and others like hunters or warriors. I watch as Ginger let’s go of my wrist, her hand grabbing the gun she held to my head the second I walked in.

One day ago I was with Lily, the Luna of Nixon’s pack, as we uncovered Lillian Rice’s fate to still have answers. As Royal guards sent by Zion arrived we headed into another building and were able to escape, Drexel taking me right over and into California to take shelter with Ginger. “I doubt you’d wouldn’t mind keeping Zion frustrated and pissed off some more,” I comment, watching as Ginger heads past the living room, stepping onto her leather couch and right over as she doesn’t bother to walk around.

Following the rogue so many adore, Drexel and I turn a corner and into a massive dining room with windows everywhere, modern furniture everywhere. “Take a seat, Lady Sybil.”

And I do, sliding right into one as Drexel crosses his arms, following the rogue as they exit the room. I know to trust Drexel, that he is looking out for me, but something is off. There has to be a reason as to why he is helping me out. “I want you gone, Drexel! The damn fiancé of your stupid King can stay here as long as the mutt wants, but I want you gone. You here means your buddies only following closely behind,” I hear Ginger snapping from the other room, the atmosphere growing tense as I find myself shrinking down into my seat. “You leave and she stays.”

“You’re asking me to go against my orders. I am to protect the future Queen at every damn cost.”

“And with her here you are protecting the little mutt.”

My blood boils as I’m called mutt once again. To give you an idea of what it means, it’s like a human being called muggle in the Harry Potter world, or even someone being called a mudblood. All I know is that I am past patiently waiting, I’m past staying here as they argue who will stay to aid me. I may not trust Drexel to the fullest, but I trust him way more than Ginger.

“I trust Drexel. At least let him stay in a close perimeter,” I interrupt, standing beside Drexel as Ginger’s eyes follow me. “I want him able to aid in case of an emergency.”

“I have rogues on my property to aid incase of people like you,” Ginger snaps. “You want my help...you do what I say.”

I know she has the right to declare that. She has every right to do so even if I’m not a fan of it. “I’m the one who made the deal with your group of Ring Leaders and the Kingdom,” I snap back, staring the rogue down. “I-

“You are so stupid!” She laughs. “Goddess, there’s no way that Zion picked you for your brains. I at least hope you’re good in bed. That must be the only reason.” My blood boils as my canines begin to come forth. “I don’t know why else he would keep you.”

“You don’t know a damn thing!” I shout, my hands turning into fists. “I know what is going on behind closed doors-

“For sure you do, especially bedroom doors.”

“Shut your fucking muzzle,” Drexel growls at Ginger. “I’ll leave, only staying off the property but close enough for an emergency.”

Ginger nods, calming down her nerves as I feel my nerves settle down. “Fine. You’ve got a deal. If the brainless bitch needs help, I’ll make sure to call you.”

Drexel nods, looking towards me once last time. Turning around, he leaves without a word, the main door slamming behind him. “Let’s get you settled in.”

Turning back to Ginger, I find my jaw clenching. “I don’t plan on a long stay.”

“Why, you miss your little Alpha King?”

“No, I plan on traveling around some more.”

“Why?” Ginger asks, walking into a new hallway as I follow behind her. “Why keep running, little Sybil? Because you’re afraid you’ll be tossed to the side the second Zion has his fill of you? War is on the rise, Sybil, and no King stays strong every second, no King stays sane as his Kingdom is torn out beneath his feet.”

As a door opens, Ginger leads me inside, my mind flooding with all types of questions. She can’t be correct. She’s trying to get into my head, to mess around with me. “Zion will stay strong,” I mutter, entering the modern room. “You don’t know him.”

“I know enough about what he has done. I know people have warned you of him yet you still stay beside him. Hell, you’ve even been told the devil himself sits on a throne of lies.” My lips form a thin line, thinking of the King. “Yet you still let that slide bye.”

“Because I have developed my own opinion upon the King,” I snap.

“So many things are not told by the gossip magazines, Lady Sybil.” My eyebrows knit together, watching as the rogue shuts the door behind her, leaving me all alone in a bedroom with on my purse and the clothes I have on. Looking around, I see the queen-sized bed, the massive windows, a couch before a TV, and wooden flooring. It’s nice for sure. “Don’t you dare think of leaving!” I hear Ginger yelling from down the hall as I set my purse down.

Sitting down, I turn on the TV, entering in the familiar numbers that signal for a code. A code put in ten years ago when the werewolf Kingdom decided to have their own TV channels. From gossip to news about treaties, it’s viewed lots by my kind and still hidden from the human world. Right away I enter in the familiar numbers that I would enter every night after a long day at school. Leaning back on the couch, I cross my feet as I get ready for some news.

“Not to mention that the King’s ball only weeks ago is still one of the top topics of this month,” the woman commentator informs. “Not only did the King who hardly throws a party deck the palace out in the most lavash items possible to have, but also proposed to a rogue.”

A picture comes on screen, one of me with my hair pinned back, a beautiful red dress upon my body, and a massive ring upon my hand as the Alpha King stands beside me. I look to the man I said yes to, looking as his eyes are not upon anything but the woman before him, the one who holds his hand, his eyes stuck upon her own. Goddess we look so in love, as if nothing could ever go wrong.

“But troubles have arrived in paradise, some sources say that the rogue known as Sybil Black has decided to take a break from the eligible bachelor that hundreds are lined up for.”

Right away I switch off the TV, throwing the remote away as it hits the wall. Taking in a deep breath, I get to my feet, heading towards the window as I look out upon a beautiful view. With a beautiful gate of thick trees, massive pool, and flower garden, I want to head out there, to look around and maybe even run fast away. I could make it on my own. I could, only this time is different than all the rest. This time the best trackers a King could hire are on my tail.

Just as I hear the door open, my heart skips a beat. “What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder to find Ginger with a scowl on her face.

“I’d suggest you be polite.”

“What do you want?” I ask again, turning fully around to face the rogue as she stands there, a phone in her hand. “Who...?”

She throws the phone at me, my hands reaching out to catch as Ginger heads out the door. “Don’t do anything dumb,” she shouts as I put the phone to my ear.

“...hello?”

No reply, only silence as my heartbeat quickens. “Hello?”

“If I were you, sweetheart, I’d leave before someone gets hurt.”

“I need time off, I need a break,” I snap, find a rage begin in my heart. “You need to under-

“You need to understand there is a war on the rise and in a matter of time, I’ll be the only one you can trust to protect you.”

I want to smash something, to let my anger pour out. “I don’t give a damn.”

“I hope you remember your response, Sybil, because I will the next time you see me.”