Chapter 627
"Oh, I know, Dear. My grandson comes home at late hours and always looks so
tired," she sighed. "You know if there's anything you need, I'm here. I might be
old, but I can still fight."
I realized that this old woman wore a gamma tattoo proudly on her arm, and I
raised my brows. She was a gamma warrior?
"I don't doubt that," Lucy giggled before straightening up, following the sound of
my throat clearing loudly. There was no time for small talk or catching up with an
old friend; I needed to find Judy. "Speaking of your grandson, is he home?"
She shook her head, a small frown marring her wrinkled features. Her eyes finally
found mine, and I saw the nerves clouding her vision.
"Is everything okay?" She asked, her eyes fixed back on Lucy's face. "With
Spencer, I mean?"
Lucy looked over her shoulder at me and then turned back to Carol.
"We aren't sure," she admitted. "But it's better if we find him sooner or later. He
took off with someone, and we need to find her."
Her brow furrows.
"He left with a woman?" She asked. "Oh heavens... please tell me it wasn't Judy
Montague."
Did everyone in this pack know of his obsession with Judy and not think for a
second that she should know about it? Or maybe Judy did know about it and just
didn't care.
The thought made me feel sick to my stomach, but I pushed the bile down and
narrowed my eyes at Carol.
"We need to know where he could have brought her. She's not at home and she's
not here. Is there anywhere else he would have taken her?" I asked, my tone
leaving no room for arguments.
She stared at me for a moment, probably weighing her options and trying to figure
out my intentions.
"You have to promise me you won't hurt him," she said slowly. She's the first
person, besides Judy, who can look me directly in the eyes while my Lycan aura
radiates so strongly. She must be an incredibly powerful wolf.
"I can't promise that," I say honestly. "If he touched her... if she's hurt in any way,
your grandson's blood will be on my hands. But if you cooperate, I'll try to make it
less painful and quicker. That's the best you're going to get."
I didn't have time to feel bad; she winced at my words, and Lucy stared at me with
her mouth agape like she couldn't believe I just said that to an old woman.
Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn't going to
argue with me, so she nodded.
"He had a cabin 10 miles south of
here," she said slowly. "It's in the
rogue district. If you follow the road
to the fork and then go down the
pathway, accessible by car, on the
right side of the road. A mile in, you'll
find a gathering of trees that almost
look like a wall. Drive around it and
you'll find a cabin hidden in the
darkest corner away from the eyes
of the road. It's his hideout."
"He has a hideout in the rogue district?" Lucy asked, raising her brows.
She nodded.
"He found it when he was a little boy.
He ran off after a particularly badnoveldrama
fight with his parents. He needed
space and was gone before anyone
could blink. Apparently, he made it to
the rogue district, and he fought off
all of them, scaring them away from
that section. He was young, but
fierce and powerful, and they knew it
right away. Though he was too
young to have a wolf, he had been a
trained fighter his whole young life
and was exceptionally skilled. Plus,
they knew better than to mess with
someone from a pack, so that
helped as well. They left that cabin
and that area alone ever since."
"How do you know about this?" I asked skeptically. "Are you sure this place is
real?"
She nodded.
"Yes, he showed me himself. I was against it at first, obviously, but I saw how at
ease he was compared to when he's home with his parents. Who was I to take
that away from him? Everyone needs an escape... the cabin was his."
"And you think he brought Judy to this cabin?" I asked.
"If he's not at her place or here... then yes. That's the only other place he'd think
to go," she replied.
Just as I was about to turn and head towards the cabin, I heard screaming from a
distance, followed by growling. Gunshots went off, and the sounds of shifting
roamed through the streets, reaching my ears in seconds.
"What's going on?" Lucy asked.
I looked around, smelling something
that made my stomach coil. I heard
more gunshots and more shifting
there was screaming and running
going on all around us, though we
could barely see anything through
the gunpowder and dirt that was
filling the pack.
"Holy shit," Carol whispered, her eyes wide as she pointed in the distance.
I turned, and my eyes narrowed when I saw what she was looking at.
Rogues.
They were all running towards the pack.
And there was a shit ton of them.