Unwanted

Near St. Louis, Missouri

Teegan’s P.O.V.

It takes us almost six hours to get back to Missouri and the Blood Fangs pack. Every time Blake begins to wake up, Scott knocks him out again. I was impressed with Scott’s strength but also concerned about what he’d been through as a pup. He had said he was tortured, and the thought of someone torturing any pup breaks my heart. This trip has made me realize that my life with my adoptive parents paled in comparison to the trauma that some of these wolves have been through.

When we pull up to the Blood Fangs pack, mangy wolves are running next to the bus. I look at Petra and can tell she’s already prepared to do her part. I’m never going to tire of seeing what she can do. I know she could have done something to Blake to ensure he didn’t wake up during the entire drive, but we wanted to let Scott handle that. We could all tell he needed it.

When we come to a stop near what I assume is the packhouse, even though it looks like a large shack. The people who walk out look dirty and angry. We all get off the bus except for Scott and Blake.

“Who are you?” A man asks, walking over to stand in front of the others.

“I’m Prince Joel, and we’re here to eliminate your pack. We understand you have been buying and selling pups from the Silver Moon pack.” The man smirks as he looks around. He lets out a long, low whistle, and mangy wolves come from every direction.

“That’s not going to happen. Our alpha may be away, but I’m the beta, and you’re outnumbered.” The man says. Joel looks at Petra, and she’s already glowing yellow. If it weren’t such a serious situation, I would want popcorn to watch what she’s going to do next.

Everyone in front of us and all the wolves suddenly fall to the ground as though they’re sleeping. Some even start snoring. I look at Petra in confusion. I’m not someone who likes to cause pain, but right now, that’s all I want them to feel. It looks like she put them all down for a nap. She turns to me with her gorgeous smile as though she can read my mind.

“Don’t worry. This is only so we can get them where we want them. All of them went down, so this entire pack is no good.” Petra says. Scott comes off the bus and throws Blake with the others.

“So, what are we going to do to them?” Scott asks.

“If you don’t mind me asking. What was done to you?” I ask quietly in case he doesn’t want everyone to hear.

“Before they sold me, they would tie me naked to a tree, take a rod that was laced with silver, and rub it over my skin. It wasn’t enough to kill me, but it burnt me really bad, especially when they would spray me with wolfsbane. They would also starve me for days and beat me. I was sold when I was six. The pack they sent me to was even worse. The werelion family already took care of them.” Scott was speaking in a monotone, and I felt horrible for him.

“You heard him. Tie them all up. I’m sure we can find some silver around here.” I tell everyone. While the others tie up the members of the pack, Joel, Logan, Emily, and I go into the packhouse. The outside looked like a falling-down shack, but the inside looked like a halfway decent shack. There were two floors with maybe ten rooms in all. A few people were inside, sleeping from Petra’s magic. We pulled them outside so they could be tied up, too.

When we finish with the house, we move to a building in the back that looks like a large barn. There are cages set up, but they’re all empty. I’m relieved and upset at the same time. I’m glad they haven’t been able to get any more cubs, but I also worry about where they sent the ones they did have. We find some records in the barn, but they’re a mess and will take time to go through.

“I’ll have these sent to the palace. We can have our parents and siblings go through them and help us figure out where else we need to go,” Logan says, pulling out his phone. Emily takes my hand.

“This is sickening, knowing they had people in these cages. I’m glad we’re here, though. We need to know what’s happening in the packs around the country.” I hug her for both our sakes.

“I agree on both accounts. Knowing what I know now, I want to help as many as possible.” I tell her.

“I have someone coming to transport the records to the palace. Dad said they’ll get on it right away.” When we get outside, the others have stripped the clothes off of everyone before chaining them to the trees. There are long rods of silver lying on the ground in front of them. Kiana, Martina, and Petra are spraying the people with wolfsbane. There are about sixty people in all. I’m thankful that we didn’t find any pups here. If they did have any of their own, they most likely sold them for profit.

“Okay, you can let them wake up. Everyone, it’s time to get our revenge on these scumbags. They have tortured pups for years, based on what we found. Don’t hold back because they all need to die.” Joel says with fury. We put on thick gloves so we can pick up the rods, and Petra allows the pack to wake up. They try to get loose, but the wolfsbane doesn’t allow them to break free of the chains holding them.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Blake yells as he struggles with the chains.

“We’re laughing at that tiny thing you call a dick. We had to get a microscope to verify you were even a man. I think the cockroaches in your packhouse are bigger than that thing.” I tell him. He turns red with anger.

“Come over here, bitch, and I’ll show you want I can do with it.” He screams at me. I shake my head.

“No thanks. I think Scott has something special for you.” I nod to the young man, who smirks as he picks up one of the rods.

“I remember you making me watch women suck you. So I think you need to know what it feels like to suck on something as disgusting as you are.” Scott shoves one of the silver rods into Blake’s mouth. He tries to scream, but Scott doesn’t give him a chance as he makes sure it burns every surface. Blake’s mouth begins swelling from the blisters when he pulls the rod out.

“What do you think should everyone get this treatment?” I ask Scott. He nods and moves on to the beta. We all pick up rods and do the same thing to each of the pack members. After they all have mouths filled with blisters, we toss the rods down and begin getting some training in. We kick and punch each one of them repeatedly, letting out our anger over what they’ve done to pups over the years. Most of them have several broken bones when we’re done. None of them are dead yet, but they will be soon with the bloody mess we left them in. We then castrate all the men before shoving the silver rods up all their asses, both men and women. They all scream from the pain, but it’s weak.

No one wants to touch them to make a pile, so we leave them tied to the trees as we light them on fire. The guards remove the filing cabinet from the barn, and we burn it and all the other buildings. When we’re done, no trace of the Blood Fangs is left. I look at Scott, who has tears running down his face.

“Thank you for letting me come with you. It doesn’t erase what they did, but it sure feels good to get the revenge I had always dreamt about.” I hug him and hear Joel growling in my head. Good grief, can’t I hug a big, strong, muscle-bound warrior to give him comfort?

“I know it’s not easy, but we have some good days, too, when we find people like you and can tell them where they came from. Hopefully, we have a lot more of those days.” Scott hugs me once more before nodding and walking away. Joel is at my side in an instant, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. If this is his response, maybe keeping him on his toes is good.

Once we’re all on the bus, it’s night, and we’re drained. We decide to find a hotel nearby for the night before continuing on to the next pack. Just as we pull into the parking lot, Martina speaks up from the back.

“Well, if we’re keeping score, rogues are definitely on the losing side.”

“What do you mean?” Emily asks. I already know, so I turn my head before I burst out laughing.

“In penis size. They were all tiny. However, our warrior here is quite impressive. Is anyone else into show and tell so we can see if my theory is right, or will you let Scott win this round?” She asks. Petra, Kiana, Emily, and I laugh loudly while the men ignore her. Yeah, we needed this right now. Although not to brag, Scott doesn’t have anything on my prince.