The Alpha's Dark Revenge novel Chapter 15

Nikolai's POV

I swerved my car into the opening beneath the cluster of trees, parking as quietly as I could. When I was done, I carefully made my way out of the car and moved toward my destination. I had to be quick this time as I had almost gotten caught the last time. The risks associated with my escapades were very high, but I couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

My brows furrowed in confusion when I came to face a wide field of nothing but empty space. Had they changed their minds? I was a hundred percent sure that they were supposed to be here. Unconvinced, I roamed round the field trying my best to be as quiet as possible. When I located a small cave-like opening in a nearby wall, I quickly transformed, ready to defend myself against any possible attack. I moved through the passage way quickly. There was no time. When I finally caught sight of a large piece of canvas covering what looked like a vehicle, I rushed to it, quickly pulling it off.

My face paled at the sight. A group of not less than twenty werewolves sat, shoulders humped in the back of a jail wagon. This time women and children had been included. They shivered in pain at intervals from the silver cuffs that were clasped around their hands and feet; which was designed to weaken them.

Anger burned through me as I swore internally. Jonas just keep adding to the list of reasons why I would not stop until I hunted him down and shred him into pieces. When I first discovered this, I was just two years in mourning of my precious Elle and I really didn't care. But I knew it was something Elle would have wanted me to do. When I learned that Jonas Verbeck was behind it, it had given me more incentive. Jonas Verbeck had started the business of kidnapping and trafficking werewolves for profit, even more so when they were women and children. He specialized in weaker werewolves and younglings who were yet to transform into their wolf. When he had secured them he would torture them using silver to weaken their wolf and make sure they would never be strong enough. And then he would sell them off as servants and sex slaves.

One night, a year ago after I had gotten all the information about how they operated and where their hideout was, I had begun to plan. They usually kidnapped, tortured, placed them in a cell or anything of the sort, and then leave them there for a few hours. When they were ready to do business, they would come back for them later that night. My plan was to find out where they were held, be there a few hours before Jonas' men, then free them and carry them off to a safehouse.

Inevitably, Jonas' men had discovered that someone was interfering with their business plans and they had began to change their locations. But I still discovered it every time.

With no time to spare I kicked down the door of the jail wagon. The werewolves were to weak go to protest so they lay there, listless. The first thing I did was break the cuffs off their hands and feet. Some of them had already begun to bleed from the pain. My heart beat faster as I walked past, breaking the cuffs from each person. As I neared the last few ones, the sound of someone walking in stopped me dead in my tracks. I had been found.

Deciding that I'd die first before I let any member of the Monhowl pack get through me, I began to transform into my wolf.

"Stop!" I heard a gruff voice call out. "We don't have time, they are on their way and we have to be quick. They will soon be able to sniff us out so we need to work fast." The voice which I had now identified with the face of a man around my age.

"Who are you?" I spat still looking him over warily.

"That is not important at the moment. You want to save these people and so do I. Now if you'd stop asking questions we can get moving."

Without waiting for my response, he waved his men forward. "Put them in groups, and drive quickly to the safehouse!" He barked, walking forward and breaking the silver cuffs off the last few people.

"How do you know where the safe house is?" I asked, still confused. I had been as secretive as possible. I didn't know if I could trust him.

"I've been watching you," He replied simply. "And you can decide not to trust me but right now you have no choice."

"Can you walk?" He whispered. I ignored the pain shooting up my body and nodded.

He gave a short nod.

Before I could turn to thank him, he had vanished.

Weak but determined, I located the spot where I had parked my car. Finding it, I got in and began to drive home. I couldn't let Jonas win... I wouldn't. I would die first before that happens.

My vision was beginning to blur and the burning in my abdomen was increased twofold. But still I drove on.

Breathing with difficulty, I veered into the familiar road that would lead me home. I could feel my hand weakening on the steering, but I held steady. After a few moments of reckless driving, I made it.

Pushing the gates open with the last bit of strength, I had, I wobbled in. The last thing I saw was pitch black before my knees gave way.