Rogues again
RENEE'S POV
What did you tell them?"
"Nothing important." I informed Bane, confirming our secret.
"Did you text them?" Bane slipped on his shirt."I told them I had some information. They are on their way."
"Ok." He nodded. "What am I doing?" I asked doubtfully as I stared out over the back patio."Something stupid." He leaped down off the patio. "As usual."
He took off running. With little effort and a racing mind, I followed him out and into the trees to set up...
I had others surround the barriers, spreading out evenly to capture a much larger area of ground.
He remand with me, even when I disapproved of it. I thought his skill; his assets would be needed elsewhere however he thought being by my side would be much more necessary.
I sat on the lowest branch of the sturdiest tree that lived deep inside of the thickest part of the woods. With one leg hanging low and the other propped up on the jagged branch, I watched as Bane made himself comfortable at the root of the same tree.
He remand silent at the moment; a moment I knew would be broken sooner or later once the silence got to his head.
"This is crazy." His voice confirmed his disagreement for my choice of doing this.
After pluckkng a branch from the tree's head, I found myself laughing.
"When have I ever been logical?"
With lengthened nails, I began to tend to the branch I had taken from the tree. Bark peeled from the branch, crumbling on to the ground below as I carved the end to my liking.
"Never." He chimed in.
"But it's hard for me to ignore my instincts."
"Your instincts are crap too." He swayed his hand back and forth to brush away the shards of bark that fell at his side.
"My instincts are accurate." I grinned. "Told me when you were sneaking out and about at night. By the way, how are you and Maya doing?"
He hushed me. His head whipping from left to right, confirming that no one else was nearby before he began to beg me to skip the subject all together.
"Haven't been caught in public yet I see."
"Just...drop it."
He grew paranoid; the topic creating a look in his eyes I could not describe. A look I have never seen in him; a look that I found to be interested in.
"Trouble in paradise?"
I plucked the branch toward him, watching as he caught the miniature spear I had carved by hand before I picked a new branch from the tree.
"Just...no."
I could see the plea in his eyes. I could hear it in his voice. The road that led to the rising topic was one he wanted to wean away from. Any sane person would. Any logical person would find the subject intense and would turn away. Sadly for him, I was not one of those people.
"Are you going to tell me?" I asked with a boost of base in my voice. "Or should I ask her?"
He pushed to his feet. In a rage, the color in his eyes transitioning to confirm his anger, he urged me to keep the conversation where he wanted it to be. Quiet and also private. Not in fear, but with interest to know, I promised I would keep the conversation private but only if he shared with me what really bothered him.
Sighing, seeming defeated, he plopped down at the base of the tree.
"Things are...I don't know."
He tossed the carved branch into the bush.
"It's like I'm sort of open to going public but...I'm not sure if she is open to that right now."
"Because?" My nails ripped through the bark of the branch.
"Just...not the right time."
He was hiding something; determined to keep a secret confined to him and him alone. With instincts so driven, I had feeling I knew what ceased the chances of them coming out about their private encounters.
"Is it because you are a Rogue?"
His silence confirmed it.
"I get it. Most still see the Rogue instead of him." He laughed.
"Oh?"
"Maya doesn't verbally confirm it but I'm sure she is still set on keeping it a secret." His head tilted back; his eyes unfocused as he peered up at the world above. "I know she looks pass my origin. I know she is not affected by my original title however it's her fear of how others may see it that keeps us in the shadows."
"A loyal pack member dating a picked up rogue?" I chuckled out.
"Exactly." He agreed. "I hate that she cares but I cannot do much about it."
"Your only chance is to propose to her." I joked, even despite the heavy emotion behind his story.
"Yeah, whatever."
He shook his head in protest.
"I just wish she did not fear the outcome. The pack, her friends and other members. Especially her family."
He put a heavy emphasis on the last statement. It was easy to tell that their biggest concern was not necessarily the pack, but the judgement of her family.
"They are strict. A more old-fashioned family who still thought she would be with her asshole of a mate. Hell, they barely even wanted her to date. They said they wanted someone who stood on a higher pedestal. Someone with 'blood that was passed down from the high ranked families'. Someone they could be proud of. I was sure they would never agree to her seeing me and I knew she thought the same. They would never agree with us seeing each other. They would kill me where I stand if the thought even came up."
"Assumption?" With a questioning look across my face, I wondered.
"Fact." He was sure. "You can see the way they look at me. The way most looked at me. As other members pass, they offer them acceptance. When I pass, it's like I'm something else."
He tried to describe it.
"It's like walking pass a stranger. Like walking pass somebody who really didn't belong somewhere but they refuse to protest verbally. To them, I was the outcast. And her family? They looked at me like I was an experiment gone wrong." He huffed. "Like I'm some sort of liability? Or a problem. Like me being here was risky for everyone."
He began plucking the grass up from the earth.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
