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Imprisoned by Silk and Gold.

"You hit your head, Delany. You hit it when you were six. You looked dead, probably why your brother left you alone." "I don't have a brother dad and you don't have a son." Thomas looked broken and his eyes started to water. "I have a son. He is 12 years older than you. He has black hair and hazel eyes. He looks just like your mom! Thomas's eyes watered. Your brother had been brainwashed by his luna bitch to take out her rival pack...and that was us, Delany. Your brother killed my wife and led the attack on our entire pack. They slaughtered everyone, women, children men they killed everyone!" "This is the lowest shit you could ever pull dad." "Just look for yourself. Like I said. you lost your memory. You woke up and couldn't remember anything except for me and your mom i thought it was blessing in disguise. it meant my baby girl didn't have to remember the mass genocide of her entire pack. I mean just look at the photobook. It's all their." I couldn't help watch my teary-eyed father break down. He pointed to a photo book on the table and I reluctantly picked it up. Of course, I wished there was some magical excuse for his shit but I knew this idea was absolutely absurd. Until I opened the photo book. My head suddenly spun and an inner voice told me to keep going. Going through the pictures was startling. There I was, running around with distant but familiar kids. I had grandparents, and they looked in love with me. And I had a brother! My dad was right, he looked like my mom. Actually, we looked a lot alike too. Memories of a past life flooded my mind. I'm from a pack of werewolves. A large and happy pack. And then my stomach dropped. My brother's wedding was a murder scene. I watched as my memories flooded back into me and I watched my loved ones being slaughtered by my brother's mates pack...on his command! My heart began to break as I watched my mother's sad eyes. She had amber color eyes. They were soft and loving and I watched as she was sliced apart by large wolves. Her eyes her distorted and bloody. She was gone. How could I ever forget? I fell to the floor in pain and a voice told me to hold it together. "I know how rough I've been on you but I needed a wolf. And I thought if I was rough, you would..." I had so much anger. I wanted to rip my brother apart. I wanted to slice that mate of his into a million pieces. "I know what you were thinking dad. You were thinking about uncle Peaty. You were thinking of how his anger changed him into his wolf at 10 years old. I wish I could have been a stronger daughter for your father. I wish I could have been there for you." I stood up with a sense of conviction. I finally understood it. My father had dealt with the over baring pain of the loss of his entire pack. As Alfa, the pain must be unimaginable. During the slaughtering, he felt each one of his pack members pain and fear. He would have felt each and every one of their deaths. The burden he felt, brought tears to my face. I couldn't help but run into the arms of the man I waited my whole life to get away from. "I missed you, dad! I'm so sorry." "I missed you too, baby girl! It's good to have you back!" This was like having a reunion with someone I hadn't seen in years and then it was interrupted. BANG. BANG. BANG...The front door flew wide open.

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Chapter 16: My Command

Rune an I give an ear crushing howl forcing whoever hadn't shifted to shift. My golden fur was definitely a rarity. Not one other wolf here bore my color.

While everyone was in their wolf skin it was like I could feel every single wolf here. This must be what an alpha feels with his pack.

I needed to call them all to order but my stomach tightened. This is an overwhelming responsibility. Thoughts of my father feeling every one of his packs death frightened me, discouraging from wanting me to continue. How could my father live through something like that? I quickly shifted back to human and frantically dressed not looking up at all. I can't face these people.

In the midst of me having a moment I failed to notice a group of 6 or 8 wolves, slowly navigating through the crowd as if on a hunt. These wolves looked lean yet muscular. Up close they would offend your nose. These vicious-looking creatures were rogues.

As the one in front got within 15 feet from me, he shifted, he was beyond filthy, and when he spoke it sent horrible chills down my spine.

"I have people everywhere, and one of my people claims he found a real live Rowse. And looking at your golden fur, I see it's true. Now each and every one of us," he points back to his followers, "mated with a member of the Moon Prowl Pack. And you know what?" The man now spun around and addressed the packs, "now each one of us is widowed." He turned back to me, "how we see it is, you owe us!" The violent and nasty looking man looked back to his little pack, "each and every one of us." He gave a hideous laugh. "You will be coming back with us and bare a pup for each one of us as restitution. That's only the right thing to do now isn't it, my little cum bucket."

"You vile creature. That will NEVER happen!" I hiss angrily.

The wolf that was fighting with Amalie had long stopped to listen to another man claim what was his. "And who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Dutch Cain!" he boasted giving a wicked grin and turned his sinister-looking face back towards me. His eyes look violent now and deeply frighten me.

I hear the large man suck in his breath in fear. Wolves in the crowd appear to back up. Ronan immediately stops and stands in front of me in a protective stance.

Ronan POV

Dutch 'killer' Cain. A name that puts fear in any wolf. We are all fucked.

Dutch is an evil person who kills mercilessly.

Delaney is not safe here any longer. For once I actually, hoped Lucas would show up. For now, I had to rely on this female. I look over to Amalie. Well, at least this chick is badass. I need to shift into Torak to call my pack but I no doing so means war to rogues. But even if I do, would we have a chance against Dutch Cain.... and his guys?

Delaney POV

Dutch took another step forward. "Im not asking. You will obey or I will slaughter everyone right here, right now! Now Come to me," Dutch ordered. His command was intense and I found myself actually having to fight it. No one should have command over the Pack Queen. Just who is this guy? It didn't matter now because I couldn't help but walk to him.

Ronan growled as a warning but Amalie is impatient and impulsive. She swiftly shifted and charged at Dutch. She was almost there when Luca came barreling in. He is still in human form and he could only watch on as Dutch sliced Amalie on her neck and chest, making her immediately drop to the floor.

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