Chapter Sixteen

Part One

Dallas

I sprinted towards the door, ready to put on my shoes and jacket and go after Troye. That rogue could have done terrible things to him by now and all because I let him out of my sight.

"Dallees? Where are you going?" I looked up to see Colette hovering over me displaying a concerned look as I pulled on my sneakers.

"Troye's gone. I'm going after him," I replied, tugging at my shoelaces.

Not a minute later the front door burst open. My head shot up, hoping to see the skinny little boy my heart beat for. But my shoulders slumped at the sight of my frazzled beta.

"What's up Sam?"

He looked from me to Colette, then answered. "We need you at the pack house. Now."

I stood up, shaking my head. NO way in hell was I going anywhere before I found Troye. "Nope. Troye's gone. I'm going looking for him. Go to the pack house yourself," I replied, pulling on my jacket. Sam's face tightened into a disapproving look at the mention of Troye. "Don't you try to tell me shit about me and Troye right now Sam, there are bigger problems right now."

Sam sighed, but obeyed my request. "Dallas we need you there. Is there anyway someone else can go for Troye?"

"I'll do it!"

I practically snapped my neck to turn and face Colette. She had just volunteered to go into a lethal area looking for my omega whom she despised.

"What? No Colette," I said, shaking my head at her pathetic attempt at a joke. Now was not the time.

"No! I will! Seriously Dallees, you have ze pack to attend to right now. You can trust me to bring ze omega to you safe and sound. Please. Let me help," she said genuinely. I sighed.

I was the type of guy who had to do everything himself, so letting Colette do this was not on the list of things I wanted to do today. At all. But I had a duty to serve my pack, and Colette was an alpha. A bitch, but an alpha. So I had to trust that she would be a leader and do the right thing for her mate.

"Okay. Thank you. Come to the pack house when you find him. And hurry!" I called out to her just as she was quickly heading for the door.

"You can trust me Dallees," she said, winking, then left-Sam and I right behind her, heading for the pack house.

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Troye

The cold air had my fur standing on end, but I didn't mind. It was refreshing. It made me feel alive when all I wanted was to be dead. Dallas had probably already claimed Colette, beginning their new life together. My heart broke at the thought of it. But then I imagined a smiling Dallas surrounded by his adorable pups that Colette gave him, and it made me feel a little better knowing he was happy. That's all I could ever hope for, and she could give it to him when I couldn't.

So here I was, running away from that house, that girl. I was running to get away from the stupid headaches I got whenever they were together. I was running to escape my stupid crush on my brother. And I was running because I knew if I stayed I probably would have ended up ending my own life.

The trees whistled and I sniffed the air, sensing another type of animal nearby. I stopped running and looked around. Large swaying trees to my right, a small residential home to my far left. Nothing. The sound of crunching leaves behind me had my wolf from spinning around to address the noise.

A large gray wolf stood behind me, bowing to show she wasn't a threat. I let out a sigh of relief as she looked me in the eyes. Colette's signature green orbs were staring back at me.

She began to trot up to me, preparing to change back to human form, but suddenly her front legs wobbled and she collapsed a second later, her eyes slowly shutting as she fell. Confused, I quickly made a move to see what was going on. But before I could get there a red-hot pain shot through my shoulder. I felt as if hot lava was coursing through my veins. I felt my body collapse just like Collette's and soon everything was black.

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Part Two

My entire body ached. From the tips of my toes to top of my head all I felt was pain. I had no idea where I was. All I could tell was that my back was leaning up against something hard. I tried to lift my head up but scorching hot pain shot through me and I let out a groan. Fuzzy voices around me let me know that I was not alone. I tried to tune my ears into the conversation evolving, but I could only hear parts:

"When is he coming?"

"Are you sure this will work, Damien?"

"Why is the boy here?"

"And you're sure no one knows I'm involved?"

One of the voices-a male-sounded vaguely familiar. Like someone I knew a while ago and hadn't seen recently. I couldn't place his voice. The shooting pain inside of me seemed to be lessening. So I forced my eyes open, adjusting to the scene around me.

Two men stood in front of me, immersed in their conversation. I'm guessing these were the two I heard before. I could only see their legs and hear their voices, because I couldn't move my head to see their faces. I guess that means I'm on the ground.

I shifted my glance around the room. Various pairs of legs were scattered, their owners whispering amongst themselves. Some were seated on large wooden furniture, others standing close to one another.

I felt my stomach drop as my eyes moved towards the door of this room. An all too familiar "welcome" mat sat at the foot of the opening. It read "Welcome to Eastern Wolf Hills."

And then I realized who the voice from before belonged to.

Grey.

"The boy's awake," a gruff voice grumbled from my right. My heart rate quickened at his statement. What were they doing? Why did they drug me? Why is Grey here?

A pair of dark black combat boots worked their way over to me. I still couldn't lift my head to see his face. A rough, callused hand reached down and yanked my chin up to face him. I let out a pained groan as my neck adjusted to the new position. At least it didn't hurt as badly as before.

My eyes met dull grey one's that belonged to combat boot man. He held a harsh and aggressive stare. He had a light blonde crew cut to top off his military aura. I gulped. He left my eyes and turned to Grey. "What should we do with him?" he said in the same scratchy voice as before.

"Move Rocky," I heard Grey say. Apparently combat boots had a name-Rocky. Sounded fitting. I looked up as Grey walked towards me, a stern look on his face.

"Hello Troye," he stated in a voice so terrible it made my skin crawl. I shivered.

"Grey," I responded, my voice raspy and low.

"Do you know why you are tied up here? Do you know why we took you and your alpha's mate?" His eyes penetrated mine with such intensity. It was very unsettling.

"No," I said back.

He laughed bitterly. "Of course you don't! You don't think you have done anything wrong! That just goes to show how disgusting all of this is," he said, shaking his head. "I'll tell you why you're here, Troye. You chose a lifestyle that is despicable. How dare you call yourself a werewolf? You defy every law our people are founded on. You are an omega who sleeps with your careless Alpha every night. Two men laying together! And you Troye, you enjoy it because you are a heinous homosexual yourself! Its like your pack just threw our entire code out the window. The founding wolves are probably rolling over in their graves right now. Your reckless Alpha has no regard for the law. Him and his entire establishment are abominations-letting males run around and mate together? Even his second in command is a fag! They need to be eliminated. Both of them. I will show them what happens when they break the law. And they'll wish they hadn't been so tolerant when my silver bullets drive through their chests."

Dallas.

His name sounded over and over again in my mind. They were going to kill him. They were going to kill my Dallas. All because he wasn't living in the Stone Age like this creature.

"And just because I would like nothing more than to see you in pain, Troye, we will lure your good pal Dallas and his beta here. They'll come for you two like heroes they think they are, and when they do we will be ready," he paused and I heard the unmistakable loading of a gun. "And Troye, I'll make sure you get to watch your precious brother die right before your very eyes."

Dallas. Dallas. Dallas. Dallas. Dallas.

His name was all that circled my thoughts. Hell I didn't care if they killed me, but they could not and would not kill Dallas. Not Dallas. He needed a way to get out of this. I knew Dallas, and just like Grey said, he'd be over here within seconds to come for us. He likes to play the hero, but this time he'd end up being the hero with a tragic downfall. Death.

Suddenly, the events of this morning came rushing into my head. Dallas had been reading my thoughts, but Randy put up some sort of blockade to stop it. I took a deep breath. I needed to at least try to do something. So I cleared my mind and concentrated on those tall brick walls I put up this morning crumbling to the ground. I willed myself to enter Dallas' mind. No more walls. Just Dallas. Only Dallas.

When I thought I had freed my mind well enough, I devised a clear message for him to hopefully hear:

Dallas. It's Troye. I don't know if you can hear this right now, but if you can I need you to listen up. I am at the Eastern Pack house. There are some guys here who are planning to kill you and Sam. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES come here without back up. That's what they want. Bring every single scout you have. Take them down Dallas. They have Colette here too. We are okay. Just get these guys please. And be safe. I love you.

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I hope you enjoyed the first two parts! Parts 3 and 4 of the Eastern War will come soon :) <3 U all!