Chapter 2 Alice POV

ALICE POV:

Fear grips my throat like a vice. I looked over at Alpha Diamond and Beta Carlos, and it seems that they noticed the stench too.

"We're being followed," Beta Carlos tells me.

"When I tell you to hide, you hide, alright? We will outrun them and kill them at the same time."

I just nod, paralyzed in the corner as growls and howls start to fill the air.

This isn't my first time to encounter Rogues. I ran into a small pack of them once when I was one of the maids assigned to do the shopping for the palace. This was two years ago, but I still remember it so vividly. Our carriage, much older and less stable than this one, passed by their hideout, and I managed to catch a glimpse of five Rogues tearing apart a dead guard in uniform.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. The distinct combination of decay and fresh death. It was in the air like a bad perfume. Strangely enough, it was so fitting with the scene laid out in front of me. As they broke into the meat of the guard, the smell seemed to get stronger. I wasn't able to eat meat for months. Even now, it still repulses me sometimes. Since then, armed deliveries have been made to the palace.

But I will never forget.

In fact, the whole scene is flashing in my mind now as Alpha Diamond opens a chest at the side of the seats. He pulls out a silver crossbow with a quiver of arrows. Beta Carlos opens the windows, and Alpha Diamond sticks his entire upper body out, firing the bow with unimaginable strength as the carriage moves faster.

I didn't want to look, but I turned around and stared through the back window.

There are about a dozen Rogues running after us, snarling and biting and wandering just too close to the carriage. But one by one, the big black Rogues start to falter. The closest ones are hit directly in the eye, the silver arrow piercing right through their skulls and instantly killing them.

Alpha Diamond continues to shoot them all down. As more of them topple, more Rogues start to back off. Eventually, the path behind us is clear. But the smell lingers in the air.

"There's more of them around," I whisper, and Beta Carlos looks at me.

"You're right."

Alpha Diamond slides back into the carriage, slamming the window shut. He looks enraged. I can almost feel it emanating from him as he throws the bow and arrows back into the chest and kicks it back into place. He slides a map toward the coachman, who slows down for a few miles and then completely swerves in a different direction.

I want to ask what's wrong, but when even Beta Carlos looks wary, it's best to be quiet.

We sat in that awful silence for a couple more moments.

The coachman is really pushing it, whipping the horses more and more frequently. But since we changed routes, we arrived at the meeting after three hours.

The big iron gates open for us, and I see the gigantic wall surrounding the pack. The pack mansion looms into view. Men in black uniforms are carrying silver weapons, staring at our carriage as it pulls up.

We jump out of the carriage and run into the mansion, and standing in the foyer are the other Alphas.

Alpha Tristan of the hosting pack, a brutish monster of a man with copper-colored hair and gray eyes, steps forward.

"You're late," he spits out at Alpha Diamond.

"We were expecting you more than an hour ago. Do you simply not respect anyone else's time?"

Alpha Diamond turns to Beta Carlos to sign his response and have him relay it. I'm about to step aside when I suddenly hear a voice in my mind, loud and clear: "Tell him we had to find another route because of the Rogues around his pack!"

My heart drops. I turn back around, and I realize that the exact thing I heard is what Beta Carlos is relaying to the group now.

"Alpha Diamond wishes to inform everyone that we had to find another route, seeing as there were Rogues around the property."

I freeze. Did I just hear Alpha Diamond mind-link his words to me? I blink hard to shake off the possibility of hallucination, but nothing happens. I know I heard him. I know that was him.

Alpha Tristan scoffs. "There are no Rogues here. We drove them all back. We killed all of them. One can even say that my pack is now safer than yours, Alpha Diamond."

Needless to say, Alpha Diamond does not take that well. He squares up against Alpha Tristan, his lips pulled back in a snarl. He motions something to Beta Carlos, who goes pale. He shakes his head, telling him that he can't understand.

But I can. I hear the voice in my head again. 'You're a liar. You didn't kill a single Rogue. Your pack is in danger, and you're too high up in your ass to admit it.'

I can understand Alpha Diamond.

I can hear his voice when no one else can.

"Well?" Alpha Tristan prompts. "What is he saying?"

Beta Carlos still doesn't understand, and Alpha Diamond is visibly frustrated now.

The other Alphas are starting to whisper among themselves, obviously not pleased by this inconvenience.

"What is he saying?" they keep asking, while Beta Carlos is red-faced, trying desperately to communicate.

I know I should probably shut up. My job here in the first place is to assist in the meeting, a mere delivery girl for snacks and anything else that the Alphas might need. But I just can't help seeing the helpless hint in Alpha Diamond's eyes when no one can understand what he's saying.

So I step forward, relaying the words I just heard.

"Alpha Diamond said that you're a liar. The Rogues are alive, and you're too arrogant to admit it."

The entire room goes silent. The Alphas are at a standstill, all looking at me with varying expressions of shock. The world seems to freeze for a moment as I slowly come to the realization that I messed up.

"I'm so sorry," I quickly amend. "I... I just heard the Alpha King-"

"Heard?" Alpha Tristan echoes. "You heard him? He's mute, you imbecile!"

The other Alphas laugh. I lower my head, but as I do so, I catch sight of Alpha Diamond looking at me.

His eyes are wide with shock, but I'm surprised to find just a tiny hint of fascination in there amid the rage. That minuscule drop of positive attention almost made me forget the heaviness of the words I just said for him, but the other Alphas didn't. Especially Alpha Tristan.

"Get this little bitch out of my sight," he splutters. "If she dares to speak a single word, I will shut her up myself."

My heart stops. Beta Carlos approaches me as quick as lightning, ushering me back into the carriage. But then, Alpha Diamond steps in between us and grabs me by the arm.

Once again, his voice rings in my head. 'Touch her, and I will chop your head off.

"What is this?" Alpha Tristan demands.

"What's he saying this time?"

Beta Carlos swallows hard. "He wishes to say that if you touch the girl, he will chop your head off."

I thought that the silence earlier was bad enough, but this time it ends up being inexplicably worse.

It's the silence that makes it feel like the walls are closing in on me, suffocating me. I can almost hear the snow falling outside, gathering on the windows.

The Alphas are now looking at me with expressions I can't read, and I feel like it would be better if they just glared at me.

Alpha Diamond pushes me behind him, standing in front of me protectively. His scent immediately invades my senses, and I have to consciously make an effort to focus as I hear his voice.

'If you really can hear me, then you can be of use,' he says, and even though his tone is neutral, even cold, I find myself eager to help. 'Tell Tristan that his pride won't erase the fact that Rogues are present around his pack, and they need to be dealt with. Tell him to stop being a pussy and do something about it.'

The bluntness of those words makes me gasp out loud. "I have to tell him that?"

"Tell me what?" Alpha Tristan demands.

"Speak for him, if that is what he wishes to do!"

"Speak!" the other Alphas urge me, and I look at Alpha Diamond helplessly.

"He says that your pride, Alpha Tristan," I begin nervously, "won't erase the fact that Rogues are present around your pack and they need to be dealt with." I pause, swallowing hard. "And you should stop being a pussy and do something about it."

Saying that was like dropping a bomb. The Alphas suddenly rush forward, complaining about the words as though they came from me.

"Respectfully," Alpha Tristan growls, "get out of my pack."

Alpha Diamond smirks, but he starts to walk away, keeping me away from Alpha Tristan. Beta Carlos looks like he wants to protest, but it's over.

The meeting didn't happen not because we were late, but because no one wanted to listen. However, before we can even make it through the door, loud sirens begin to ring inside the meeting room, echoing in the halls and in the whole pack. Alpha Tristan freezes. "We are under attack."