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"Vengeance was a strong word. A strong word for a strong pack. Anywhere you roamed on their territory you would see person after person. Hundreds of them, possibly thousands of them, but they weren't normal wolves, no. They were different. They were smart, cunning, and every single one of them had more physical strength than 2 Alphas combined, and that's at the least.

The Alpha. He's one of the strongest Alphas out there. He has to be to lead a pack that large. Jackson is a name that has struck fear in the hearts of many. Don't ever leave this territory my dearest girl, unless you want a fate worse than death."

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"Melynie? Can you come downstairs for a minute?" I could hear my mom calling me from downstairs. She was probably in the kitchen. I kissed my baby brother, Dylan, on the forehead while making sure he was asleep before I walked out and closed the door quietly. I jogged down the stairs to the kitchen where I assumed she would be. I looked in the doorway and saw her pulling out a tray from the oven. I started to walk in to see what she wanted, and I noticed that chocolate chip cookies were on the tray. I smiled internally and stood beside her as she sat the tray down on the top of the oven.

"Was he asleep?" She ask and I nodded at her. I reached over for a cookie, but she slapped my hand away.

"No, they're too hot." I growled playfully, putting my bottom lip out.

"Yeah, yeah, it's not like a burn on the top of my mouth will bother me too bad. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something. Did dad have problems today? I noticed that he went straight to his office this morning without talking to me, but he usually tells me what's going on." Mom looked up at me and looked sad for a moment before hiding it behind a smile.

"Yes honey, he's pretty stressed. This morning someone heard a rouge on the edge of our territory. He went to check it out and it was indeed a rouge, but it was aggressive. We all know that they haven't come around in a long time, because the last time we saw an aggressive rouge was before the war. He contacted all of the Alphas around us, and they said they haven't seen any rouges on their territory. So we don't know where it came from. We know it couldn't have gotten past Alpha Tyler without him ripping it to shreds, so we really have no idea what to do." My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. She saw my face and seemed hesitant to say what else she wanted to say.

"Mom, I can tell you want to say something, so say it already."

"Well, he's also worried about your mate. We've met with almost every Alpha, but none of them have fit." I sighed quietly. No matter how serious any problem is, my mate is always what comes up in the end.

I was Alpha blood. I was the first kid my parents had, and then came my baby sister, Kaylea, and then my brother, Dylan. As in werewolf ancestry, if a woman is born as a full blood Alpha, the woman's mate must be an Alpha. We had met with a lot of Alphas just going around on pack business. The few packs that were left was Desire Pack, Godly Pack, Fortune Pack, and Vengeance Pack.

Even though the Vengeance Pack was almost a myth, since no one had heard from them in decades, I still had to include it. Many people in our pack believe the Vengeance pack died off. They believe that rouges invaded the place and killed everyone during the war. However, no one really knew what happened. They just fell off the face of the earth when I was very young. If I'm being honest, the rest of the packs that we haven't visited are odd. None of them ever really socialized with anyone else, so they stayed to themselves unless they needed help.

"Well, does Alpha think there's more rouges that are coming?" She shrugged at my question. I snagged a cookie off the tray as she glared at me. If she wanted to bring up mates, I had the right to grab a cookie.

"He don't know yet, there may be more, may not. We'll have to wait and see, I guess." I nodded. It was true that no one would be able to tell if there were more coming or not.

"Do you think dad will let me go next time? I mean, if there is a next time, which hopefully there won't be a next time, but if there is...." I started blabbering and mom laughed at me. I huffed and are the rest of my cookie.

"I'm sure he'd let you if you'd ask. You're very capable of killing rouges, and he knows that. So I'm sure that he'd let you, but I won't ask for you." I smiled and chuckled slightly while rolling my eyes at her in a playful manner.

"Yeah, I figured you wouldn't. I'm a big girl anyway." She smiled up at me and closed the space between us. She hugged me around my waist. I had somehow taken my dads height at 6'3 and she was only 5'8. My dad was still taller than me by a few inches, but since I was the firstborn I got more of his "Alpha genes," as the pack called them.

"Yes, you are a big girl. I wanted you to be short like me, but, you know, that didn't work." I laughed slightly at mom's words and hugged her back.

"I love you Mom." I could feel her squeezing tighter.

"I love you too, baby girl." We stayed like that for a few seconds before I pulled back. It was around ten at night, and I had to get up at nine in the morning to start training with the younger, juvenile wolves.

"Mom, I have to get up at eight in the morning, so I need to go to bed. I have to speak with dad pretty early and then go help out with the training with the juvenile wolves." She nodded and motioned for me to lean down. When I did so she pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Sleep good darling. I've got to go somewhere early in the morning as well, so I may not see you until later." I nodded with a smile and started up the stairs to my room.

"Okay, mom. I love you."

"Love you too, darling."

~KennyandEmo~