"What the hell is going on?" I barked not directing my question at anyone in particular. I stared at the group of trackers, guards, and fighters before me. We were a small group, just a couple dozen or so. They all knew what I was really asking. How could we have let this happen? Everyone just looked at one another, eventually lowering their heads.
Glancing around the training room, where we had our impromptu meeting, I felt a sense of deja vu. This was the same scene that played out over five years prior. The only difference was last time it was an invading pack we were dealing with, not rogues. I think many of the men were thinking the along the same line because they all seemed to have a slightly defeated look upon their faces It left me with a nasty taste in my mouth and a sick feeling in my stomach. I refused for this to have a similar outcome. We weren't going to suffer any more losses, not if I could help it.
'Logan, do you need me to take over?' Griffin asked. He was looking at me with concern. It wasn't until then, that I realized my body was shaking, in an attempt to shift. Looking down at my clenched fists, I could see blood slowly drip from my hands. I knew my claws had already extended. Taking a long deep breath, I realized my wolf was trying to take over. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, attempting to calm my wolf. After a few minutes, I was finally fully in control again.
'I'm okay, thanks.'
"The Jacobs came to Alex this morning to report that their three teenage daughters didn't come home last night, after attending a party. He contacted one of our trackers, Steven, to go scent out the area. It appears they were taken not more than twenty-five feet from their front door." Asher was the one to answer finally. "The thing I don't understand is how the hell did these rogues know that these girls would be there at that exact time," he said, his eyebrows knit together like they would when he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle.
"What makes you think they knew the girls would be there?" I asked not sure how he came to that conclusion.
"Well, it's just that the rogues' scent went from our border straight to the Jacob's house. It makes me believe that they were targeting these three girls for a reason, not that they just stumbled upon them." Asher was right. It was too much of a coincidence to ignore. From the way Griffin's eyes widened, I knew he had come to the same realization as I did. We had a traitor in our midst. Someone from within our pack was helping these rogues. The question was who.
It was bad enough to have the loss of these she-wolves, but to have someone trying to rip apart our already wounded pack from the inside was devastating. The sadness and disappointment I felt were nothing in comparison to the rage I had boiling in my blood. I would find this traitor, and show them what happened to those who tried to hurt my family. There would be no mercy.
"We need to gather a list of everyone that was at that party last night. Do we even know who was throwing it?" Griffin asked addressing the group.
"Sir, it was at my residence." A man, named Brandon, said as he stepped forward. He seemed hesitant as he spoke. "My son was celebrating his eighteenth birthday with some friends."
"Do you know how many people attended this party?"
"No sir, the wife and I went out for the evening," Brandon replied. "We didn't want to be too overbearing. My boy is a good kid, and I trusted him," He replied shaking his head.
"Have you son meet me in my office in fifteen minutes," I told him. "This information is not to leave this training room, understood?" I commanded. I didn't wait for their reply as I walked towards the training room exit with Griffin in tow. We need to keep the information about the missing she-wolves quiet until we found this traitor and to prevent panic within the pack.
'I can't believe one of our own would do such a thing.' Griffin said as we got farther from the group.
'Yeah, neither can I, but what other explanation could there be?' His silence spoke volumes. There wasn't one.
As we got to the door, I noticed a small figure running away. Without seeing her face, I knew who it was, Izzy. But why was she there? Had she gotten tired of waiting and came looking for me, or had she been eavesdropping on our meeting. Griffin let out a low growl.
'I think I know who the traitor is or should I say, spy.' Griffin said through the mind link, as he watched her retreating figure.
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