His Reluctant Luna novel Chapter 94

Lucian

Scanning the faces of the rogues before me, I noticed that they all looked scruffy and dirty. Most were looking at me in shock. They had never encountered real werewolves before.

I nodded at Damon. The betas secured everyone with the handcuff specially made for wolves.

Emerging from the dilapidated house, I noticed Zaiden and Kyle dragging two other rogues between them. After dumping both on the ground, they looked up and waved at me.

"What's this?" I asked the two.

"We saw them coming in right after you guys went inside," Zaiden said.

"They were bringing in another human girl," Kyle said in disgust. "She looked barely out of her teens."

"Where is she?"

"She's over there," Zaiden pointed at a tree about five yards away. A sprawled form lay unmoving on the grass at the base of a tree. "She's unconscious but doesn't look hurt. Her breathing and vitals are good. Of course, for a clear assessment, we should take her to a doctor."

"Great job, the girl hasn't seen anything, right?"

"I don't think so. She is not bitten or assaulted. Just knocked out."

"Take her to a human hospital. She can go back to her normal life." I said.

The two of them nodded quietly. The betas rounded up the rogues and let them past. All were handcuffed with silver to keep them from shifting.

I kept my eyes on the group as they were loaded into three unmarked, dark vans that would take them to the pack land. The minute any of the rogues tried to make a break for it, they would be taken down immediately, but I wanted them alive.

Damon walked up to me to give the reports.

"There are 18 rogues altogether..." pausing when he saw the rogues at his feet, "make that 20 including these two," he nudged the unconscious rogues with his boot.

"Six human girls are now being transported to the pack. Two looked critical. I'm unsure if they're even going to make it through the night." Damon's voice was tight with anger at the condition of the human females.

"What about the other four?" I asked.

"They are badly battered, but with care, will hopefully recover."

"There were only six females?" I asked, it didn't seem right.

"Six were alive, my Alpha.....rest all were......" Damon trailed off.

I nodded grimly.

"Anything about their boss ?" I asked.

"No," Damon replied grimly. "I hope that the other teams had better luck. We will find out soon enough after I've talked to the other Alphas. This is fucked up." Damon sighed.

I threw him a frustrated glance but nodded my head in acknowledgement.

"It's crucial that we find the mastermind behind all this. He poses a tremendous threat to the community. The idiot doesn't care that he's in danger of exposing us to humans. The human cops are not stupid. They would eventually connect the dots, and soon they'd be outside our pack lands trying to pin all the kidnappings and deaths on us," I said.

"We need to do a thorough clean-up here. We cannot afford to leave any evidence for the cops to find out. I want that house razed to the ground and the dead set on fire."

Peter's brows drew up, "Wouldn't that draw attention? After all, a fire is set out here in a farmhouse known to be abandoned might get the authorities sniffing around."

"Sure, but by the time they come, it will all be ashes. There would be no evidence of us being here. I cannot afford to take any chances, and let them pin it on us." Turning back to Damon, I added, "Make it look like drifters set it on fire. Leave two betas behind to make sure everything worked as planned."

Damon nodded his head. "Sure, Alpha," he said gravely.

"Alpha!" Everyone turned towards the approaching beta.

"There's something you need to see at the northern edge of the property."

"What is it?" I asked as we dashed to the place he indicated.

"We were looking around for more rogues..."

"And?" I asked with raised brows.

"There are roughly a dozen or so freshly dug graves over there. As soon as we verified what they were. We have not counted them all yet..."

'This day just keeps getting worse,' I thought.

Grim-faced, I followed the beta, where more unfortunate victims lay decaying in shallow graves.