Sold To The Alpha
A Love spoken Chapter 58

The Vampire's flew through the air, the scouts encircling the Prince protectively as a second scout group flew behind carrying a large sack that contained the two werewolves.

Landing silently in a small field, Vaughn transformed quickly, before waiting impatiently for the second group to land, placing the bag softly on the ground where Rowan and Gabriella scrambled out dazedly. 'That was awesome!' Gabriella whispered, her eyes lit up which Rowan just shook his head looking a little green.

'Not a flyer then?' one of the Vampire's asked, looking at Rowan in amusement.

Rowan shook his head, 'nope, I was designed to run on the ground, I am happy to stay like that' he replied as he took some deep breaths.

'Here drink this' Gabriella smirked as she pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and handed it too her mate, who took it thankfully, ripping off the top and chugging down half the contents, his face returning to its normal colour. 'OK can we go now?' Vaughn growled, his voice antsy

Nodding immediately, the two lead scouts set off, Vaughn, Rowan and Gabriella behind them, leaving Making their way through the streets they soon came across the tavern that was eerily quiet, the door 'You won't get in today lads' came a voice from behind them.

st of the scouts behind.

d when Rowan tried to open it.

Turning around the five studied the old man who was stood behind them, Rowan took the initiative, 'what's up, not like a tavern to be shut in the middle of the day, we were hoping for a quick pint' he replied jovially. The old man shook his head, 'yeah it's not normal for Aunt Dee to be closed but after yesterday.." he said sadly.

'What happened?' Vaughn asked immediately, stepping closer to the man, his agitation palpable.

Taking a worried step back, the old man started to look around him as Rowan placed a hand on Vaugh

m, pulling him back again and taking his place, his face warm and welcoming.

'Sorry about my friend, I promised him a cold one over three hours ago, he's a bit hyper to say the least he chuckled as the gentleman relaxed and gave Vaughn a knowing smile.

'No worries, I remember what it was like to do a days work and the reward was a pint before heading home at the end of the week' he replied gruffly, 'I'd have been the same if the tavern had been closed and deprived me! Rowan chuckled along with the old man, making him feel at ease before questioning him, 'so you said it's unusual for the tavern to be shut, is the landlady ill or something?' he asked nonchalantly.

The old man shook his head, 'Nowt like that mate, but it was terrible, the people who saw what happened, they were so distraught by it that it confused them, they were telling all sorts of stories' he replied.

'What happened?' Rowan prodded gently, watching as the gentleman puffed up under his attention, enjoying the captive audience.

'Two men got burned to death' he stated, grinning as the group feigned shock at his words, 'both of the st whoosh! Up in flames.'

'Oh no that is terrible, do you know how it happened?' Gabriella interjected, stepping up next to Rowan batting her eyes at the older gentleman who immediately warmed to the pretty girl in front of him.

'Well what the witnesses were saying was that the young girl who was staying with Aunt Dee burned them with her hands' he replied cagily, 'though that's crazy talk, the police think this youngster doused them with petrol and lit them on fire' he ended as he nodded his head sagely.

'Why would she burn two men in a bar?' Gabriella asked sweetly, smiling innocently at the gentleman.

'They were robbing the place' the old man replied importantly, 'and they killed a regular! Our Henry, shot him at point blank range they did. Then they shot Aunt Dee after, seems the young woman couldn't accept that and she burned them alive' he stated with a sad shake of his head.

Gabriella gasped in horror, her hands flying to her mouth, 'how is Aunt Dee?' she asked quickly, 'and where is the young woman?'

The man gave a sad smile, 'Aunt Dee is at the hospital, she is stable, the bullet went straight through from what I heard, the girl is gone though, she ran from the scene and no-one has seen her since.

Vaughn was fidgeting behind the two werewolves, finally giving in to his anxiety, 'the name, what was the young woman's name?' he asked desperately.

The old man furrowed his brow slightly as he thought, 'umm Libby? Lindsey?' he muttered, 'Livvy! They called her Livvy' he suddenly stated loudly.

'Livvy? Was that short for something?' Gabriella asked

The old man shrugged, 'I don't know miss, but that is what Aunt Dee and the regulars called her!

'DO you have a description of her at all?' Vaughn pleaded, his gaze begging the man for answers.

The gentleman studied the desperate hybrid for a moment before reluctantly nodding, 'yeah, she was pretty, really pretty, slim and tall, but the strange thing was her hair' he mused quietly. 'What about her hair?' Vaughn breathed

'It was red with blonde streaks in it' the man replied with a small shrug, 'I assume she had dyed it or something, it was unusual, but it seemed to suit her' he added.

Thanking the man, the group hurried away back the way they had come, meeting back up with the scouts who looked over at them hopefully.

'She's gone' one of the lead scouts said to their unanswered question.

Dejection settled on the group at his words until Rowan cleared his throat, 'uhh, I might have a way to replace out where she went' he said uncertainly.

'How? Do it' Vaughn replied immediately.

Gabriella held up her hand to the Prince warningly as she turned to her mate warily, 'why do I get the feeling that I am not going to like how you can get this information?' she asked roughly. Rowan looked down at his feet, 'uh, it would involve asking some old acquaintances' he gulped, avoiding the princess' death glare.

'By acquaintances I take it you mean people from your days killing for the council?' she accused through gritted teeth.

The warrior nodded reluctantly, 'there may be a few Rogues that I know frequent this area' he admitted, studiously studying his feet.

The princess folded her arms angrily, 'absolutely not! You are not going into a den of Rogues' she growled.

'Gabby, please! I need to replace her' Vaughn begged from behind them, drawing the teenager's attention.

Looking at her friend's heartbroken face, Gabriella's resolve started to waver, 'what if he gets hurt or .. killed?' she muttered worriedly to the prince.

'I won't Gabby, I can handle myself' Rowan answered quietly.

'You are not immortal any more! You can't say that' Gabriella shouted back angrily. Rowan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the teen who leaned into him.

'I can't lose you Rowan, I just can't' she mumbled into his shirt.

'And you won't, I may not be immortal but I am still the Ghost, I didn't lose my years of training. I will be fine, I promise, but I need to do this for Vaughn and for you, I need to replace Olivia' he said softly.

Slowly pulling away, Gabriella nodded reluctantly as she released him, 'OK, but if you get killed, I am going to resurrect you just so I can kill you myself for leaving me' she muttered as Rowan chuckled.

Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, the warrior tipped her head up to meet his gaze, 'I'll come back Gabby, I promise, no-one is keeping me from what is mine, not any more' he replied before releasing her and stripping quickly from his clothes, shifting into his silver wolf and running off through the fields, leaving his friends behind.

Racing through the long grass, the silver wolf sniffed at the air, trying to catch that tell tale scent that would lead him to the Rogues that he knew would be in the vicinity.

After ten minutes, skirting around the edge of the town, he stopped, his eyes flicking from left to right as his snout twitched from the sudden scent.

A growl rumbled deep within his chest as he turned slowly to face two small wiry wolves who were eyeing him suspiciously. Meeting his gaze, their eyes widened before they lowered the front halves of their body to him in respect.

Rowan shook out his fur, glaring down at them, silently showing his dominance, both immediately showed their necks in submission before turning around and leading him through the fields toward an outcrop of trees that hid a small tunnel.

Stepping into the murky darkness, Rowan followed his guides downward into a large circular room that housed about half a dozen werewolves. Some were laying on the floor in wolf form sleeping, others sat in human form at small tables playing cards. The leader of the group looked up at the trio, his eyes widening before a warm smile graced his lips.

'Surely, it cannot be the Ghost?' he called excitedly as he stood up and approached the silver wolf, beckoning to his followers to bring the warrior some clothes.

Once in front of the strong wolf, the leader dropped to his knees in front of him, baring his neck, his fellow wolves following suit before one held out a shirt and some shorts for the warrior who quickly shifted and donned the clothes.

'Ghost' the leader breathed, 'we are honoured, what brings you to our lair?'

Rowan stood up, making his way over to the abandoned table, taking a seat, as the leader followed him eagerly, sitting down across from him.

'Archer' the warrior said sternly, 'I need information, your men are always on the ground, they would have seen what happened.'

The leader Archer nodded immediately, 'tell us what you need Ghost, and we will provide' he replied earnestly.

Rowan met the excited Rogue's gaze for a moment before uttering, 'I'm looking for someone, a girl.. her name is Olivia and she ran from the tavern in town.