Baleigh's POV

Trinity was settled into her old room from the last time she visited. Evelyn made some chicken noodle soup for her and brought it up to her room. Keira tried to visit her for a bit but Evelyn made sure no one was allowed to see her until she was ready. I was glad because I knew that once Keira went to see her, I would be dragged in. I was so exhausted from the past few days that I wanted to enjoy the rest of the day.

I walked into my room and collapsed on my bed. I laid there: legs dangling off the side of the bed, arms sprawled across the mattress. I stared up at the ceiling and got lost in thought. I kept thinking about Mom's will and why Dad never knew about the money. It seemed so odd.

And why did she leave the money to me, not Dad? I was only a child when she died, what do I know about any of this?

And the whole thing about Dad's abuse towards me. They told me he was drugged and didn't know he was hurting me. I just don't understand! Why would someone drug him with something that caused him to hurt his own daughter? What kind of person just thinks that's a good idea?

I rubbed my temples. My head hurt from thinking so much about this, but I pushed it down. I needed to figure this all out.

I gasped and sat up, my eyes widening. Why hadn't I thought of this?

What if Dad's drugging and my mother's will are connected? I mean, if someone really wanted the money, they could have been watching, and then the minute she was gone, taken a chance to get it. Even if hat meant making Dad abusive.

I sighed and collapsed on the bed again. Even if that theory is right, it'd be hard to prove. And I feel like I'm missing something. Like there's a variable I'm not seeing in this equation.

I bopped my head against the bed a few times, urging myself to think harder. Come on I told myself. What am I missing? Ugh! This is so frustrating. This can't be all! There's gotta be more! Just why can't I see it?

I stared at the ceiling some more. I ran my fingers through my hair a few times. Agh! Why can't I think hard enough?

Suddenly a piercing scream came from outside. What scared me was the fact that whoever made the it sounded terrified.

Immediately, I scramble up from the bed and fling the door open, rushing to the stairs. I flew down them and raced to the backyard, the source of the scream.

I reached the back deck and froze. Just outside of the tree line stood many, dirty people and a few wolves. Most were men, but there were a few women as well. Each of them were covered in a layer of grime, and even I could smell them from here.

"Baleigh, get back inside!" Collin ordered, grabbing my arm.

I broke out of my paralyzed trance and met his eyes. "What's going on?"

He pulled me into the house. "Rogues."

My eyes widened and that one word was enough to get me running. Collin led me to his room and sat me on the bed.

"Stay here." He ordered. "Don't come and try to help. They're wolves, you're human; they are much stronger and can easily..." he swallowed, "Kill or take you. I don't want that to happen, okay?" I just nod before throwing my arms around him. He hugged me back just as tightly.

"You be safe, too." I told him.

"Of course." And then he was gone. I walked over to the door and locked it.

And then I paced.

I wanted to look out the window and make sure he's okay, but I didn't want to risk any bad wolves spotting me. I could hear the howls, barks, snaps, and whimpers from the yard and it was making me anxious.

What if he didn't make it? What if I looked out the window and I saw his wolf on the ground, perfectly still? I don't think I'd be able to handle it.

Instead, I let my mind go back to where it was before the attack happened. Mom's will and who brainwashed Dad.

I still came to the same conclusion. They were connected and someone wanted the money. But I still had thought of no leads or even a hint of who did.

I was snapped from my thoughts when loud footsteps banged on the stairs. I froze, terrified.

Based on the howls and war cries, I knew the battle hadn't ended, which could only mean one thing.

A rogue was coming upstairs to try to find something. And that something was probably me.

The footsteps got closer and I bolted. Into Collin's closet. I scanned the area, my heart beating extremely fast, for a place to hide. Any second now, the bad men could burst the door and get me.

Running out of time, I ended up just squeezing behind a rack of shirts. They were hanging on the lowest bar so the hems just barely to chef the carpet, meaning I should be pretty well hidden.

I flinched when I heard the door crash open and the stench of garbage... and was that hospital latex gloves I caught? Whatever it was smelled just like the place we rescued Collin from. That means these are the same sadistic rogues who captured the Alpha and my mate.

I held my breath as the rogues searches the room, throwing things, flipping other things over... basically they were trashing Collin's room.

"I know you're in here, Girl!" One of them snarled. "I can smell you!" Oh crap. I'd forgotten about that advantage they had.

I kept my mouth closed and prayed they would just assume it was old. That was not the case.

They made their way to the closet, obviously following my scent.

"I know you're in here! Might as well just come out and make this easier for everyone." Still, I did not make a peep.

And that's when they tore the closet apart. They ripped shirts and pulled down shelves, searching every inch of it.

Suddenly the shirts I was hiding behind were slid apart, revealing my hiding spot. I whimpered as the rogue's face lit up and he grabbed my arm harshly with his dirty hands.

He pulled me out and dragged me downstairs, resisting my fighting the whole way.

I screamed and kicked and shouted for him to let me go or for someone to come help me. I did land a few good kicks to his shins and even knees him where the sun don't shine, but all he did was grunt, not even loosening his grip the slightest. If anything, I swear he tightened it, if that's even possible.

So I just screamed some more, this time in pain. His grip was seriously incredibly tight!

We made it to the back deck and he stopped. He picked me up slightly by my shirt and I shrieked some more.

He just ignored me. "I've got her! Where Boss?"

"There he is!" The other guy that helped with my capture said.

I looked to where he pointed and nearly fainted. Across the yard stood the exact same man that was in almost all of my mom's photos. It was Dr. Stone's father, David Stone.

Wow! This took FOREVER to get done! Thanks to Cavalier_Spaniel for helping me get this chapter done!! Hope u all like it!