Without regrets [redwood book 2]

Chapter twenty three

Cameron

There was nothing on TV. At least nothing I would consider interesting. I haven't had the energy to do anything other than workout, eat, sleep and hunt. In fact, it is the reason why I decided that I needed a day off to heal after the hunting I have done with the boys back to back this week. I just needed to stop thinking and what better way is there than to hunt and kill monsters making the streets a better place.

Somehow it feels like the rogues are becoming more and more restless. Increasing by number and quickly. Some are even starting to team up.

You see having a pack is important. Not only would you feel safe and protected but you would also get to keep your sanity. Rogues tend to become insane after leaving a pack or getting kicked out and not joining a new one. Something just becomes loose and they start to attack people for no reason. When you don't have things to fill in your day, you tend to find things to fill it. When you're alone and have nothing, you tend to turn petty crime and then bigger crime that you can't come back from.

Rogues are wild and not the good type of wild. Ruthless, cold and dangerous. They don't care about who they hurt. They would do anything just because they are bored.

There are some loners out there and that's cool, packs like might not be for everyone but as soon as you start trouble for the packs, you just signed your death certificate. No one likes to be bothered.

My job as an Alpha is to ensure that this place is safe for my pack members. They need to feel like they belong. I want them to have freedom and to make decision independently, to have personal lives and not feel trapped. In order for them to have all of that, I need to do my job to keep the save and away from danger. So the boys and I go and hunt the bad people who circle around my territory, waiting for my pack members so they can attack them. The rogues that try to start trouble for my pack and make them disappeared.

We can tell the different between a lone wolf and rogue by their scent. You see a rogue wolf smells horrible, the more innocent the kill, the smeller they get. They don't care who the slaughter, they don't need a reason. Some would describe their scent as a landfill filled with a week old road kill.

I turned off the tv since it wasn't doing much good and the only thing it's doing is giving me a headache. I stared at the ceiling wishing for something to do.

Is this how she felt, sitting here not doing anything.

If it is, there is no wonder why she felt.

In the past I have taken a day off, just a day for me to relax and I had been fine doing nothing but I have gotten use to her being here. The last couple day offs I had, I spent it with her. She hasn't even be here for long and everything feels strange.

I feel like I'm a stranger in my own home. I built this house with my own two house and I feel like it wasn't mine no more but it in fact belongs to her. Her scent is everywhere and was succeeding in driving me insane.

I haven't even cooked in the kitchen yet. I tried one morning and I ended up walking out and going to my mum's instead. It just didn't feel right. Nothing did anymore and it pissed me off.

I should have left her in the park and run for my life the day I met her. If she told anyone what she saw, like she said, she would be sent into the looney bin. But I didn't. I made a choice and now I had to live with it. And she made a choice and I hope she's happy with it.