Chapter 8

Katrina's POV Leo agrees to help us fight against Justin. He called his parents and asked them how they were doing and he told them about how he met his mate. He even had a nice long chat with them about the plans for the war. They were obviously excited for it, and they didn't suspect or question a thing. They were gushing about Justin's plans, but they didn't give us any concrete information. Leo's dad is a general, and he's helping Justin with some plans and he's also helping train the pack. Now we can get very useful information and we can always be one step ahead. I'm so thankful for everyone in this pack because they have all been so supportive, and they've done all they can to protect me. I'm glad that this pack isn't too big, because everyone gets to know each other, and we're all family. "Rogues were found near the edge of the territory." Guards mind-link me and Harris. I immediately jump up from the seat and start heading downstairs with Harris on my heels. When we get to the basement of the pack house, we see some of our scouts who were on patrol and a few rogues. One of the rogues has a box in its hand. It's weird because I don't really feel a bad vibe coming from these rogues. Also, they're surprisingly calm despite the fact that they've been captured by the most feared pack in the world. They are either really stupid, or they are really brave. I know I would be scared to death. "Why are you on my land?" Harris's question was met by silence from the rogues. They didn't meet his gaze and they didn't look like they were willing to talk. Instead they had their head faced to the ground in submission. I give Harris a confused glance, and I see that he's puzzled too. Rouges don't usually respect pack members, especially alphas. Usually they say snide remarks or something. "I'm going to ask again. What were you doing near my pack?" The rogues don't say anything, but I see a few of them swallow nervously. Honestly, I'm kind of scared too, but his alpha voice is such a turn on and I... No. I can't be thinking of that. I need to focus on the task at hand. I fight the blush that was making its way onto my face, and I make sure that my breathing is normal so I don't pass out or something. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. "Why are you on my land? This is the last time I'm going to ask this question." This is the third time Harris has asked this, and I can see his patience is running thin. The rogues remain silent, and they continue to look at the ground. I don't know why, but I don't really feel like they are a part of whatever is going on. Harris is about to yell at them when one of them speaks up. "We were told to bring this package to this pack by a hooded man. He said that he would kill our mates and children. We didn't have a choice," the man explains quickly. Harris thinks over what the man said, and he nods his head. "Alpha, where do you want the rouges?" One of the scouts asks. I think his name is Jeremy, but I'm not sure. "Please bring them to the cellar. I will deal with them later. Also, please bring them some blankets and food, they look like they've traveled a long way." Some of the scouts bring the rouges over to the cellars where they will be questioned for everything they know. I'm pretty sure we all know who is behind this, but I don't want to think about it. "Luna, we saw this box near the edge of the border when we saw the rouges. It has your name on it." "Thank you. You can put it down on the ground for right now. It looks really heavy." The scouts put the box down in front of me before they bow and take a few steps back. I see a crowd has formed, and everyone is standing around the room tensely. We're all waiting for a sign that means we have to defend ourselves. We stand there for about 5 minutes, but nothing happens. I decide to see what's in the box because the suspense is killing me. I slowly kneel down to the ground, but I make no move to open the box yet. I grab the box and I stare at it suspiciously. I look around and see everyone is waiting with baited breath to see what's in the box. This could be the first sign of war. I gulp nervously before I open the box. “AHHHHHH!” I scream in panic when it is flipped open.