dreams whisper through silence by mae 347

Chapter 347 

Dominic’s POV 

The call came in just after midnight. 

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A farmer on the eastern edge of the pack territory had reported at least three rogues harassing his livestock. According to the report, they had already killed two of his cows and were coming for him next. He managed to get inside and lock the doors, but he was elderly and alone and outnumbered. 

I was at my desk when my Beta knocked and relayed the message. I stood immediately, grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair. 

“Get a team together,” I said. “We’re leaving in five.” 

He nodded and left. 

By the time I made it downstairs, there were already six warriors waiting by the front entrance, armed and ready. We piled into two vehicles and drove out to the farm. The ride took fifteen minutes, and none of us spoke the entire time. 

My mind was racing-ever since Gareth’s camp had been destroyed during the last fight, these rogue attacks had been cropping up more and more. The rogues who lived in his camps had scattered, most venturing further into the wilderness, but some were still skulking around, stealing food and supplies from unsuspecting pack members. This was our third report since last week. Thankfully, they were usually just here to commit petty crimes, but I didn’t want to take the risk of letting any walk away. 

When we arrived, the farmer was standing on his porch. He looked relieved to see us. 

“They’re still out there,” he said, pointing toward the barn. “I heard them talking a few minutes ago.” 

“Stay inside the house,” I told him. “We’ll handle it.” 

He nodded and retreated into his house. I could see his face pressed against the glass as he watched through the 

window. 

Silently, I motioned for the warriors to fan out around the barn. My Beta stayed close to me as we approached the old building. The smell of blood hit me, overpowering the scent of cow dung and hay, before we even reached the 

doors. 

I pushed the barn door open slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness inside. The smell of blood became much stronger, and as my vision cleared, I quickly spotted the source: a dead, or rather dying cow laying on its side with its guts hanging out. 

“Fuck,” my Beta whispered, pressing his hand to his nose. “Goddamn barbaric.” 

I winced as the animal groaned and kicked its legs uselessly. “Tell me about it.” 

Gesturing to the other warriors, I took a step inside. The barn was quiet, but I could scent the rogues already. They 

were inside. 

“Show yourself,” I said. 

The barn remained silent. Nodding to my Beta, I moved deeper into the barn, keeping low. In the corner, I heard something shuffling around. Two warriors split off on either side as I moved toward it. 

I froze when I found the source of the noise. 

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“Abigail?” 

A small mass, huddling in the corner, flinched at the name. Bright eyes looked up at me from the darkness. 

“Alpha,” the girl whispered. “Watch-” 

“Alpha!” My Beta’s shout ripped through the quiet. I heard a snarl behind me, and whirled around to see that two male rogues had jumped down from the rafters. One was holding a large, rusty knife, the other preparing to shift. 

My Beta and the warriors moved quickly. Two warriors descended on the rogue with the knife. My Beta lunged at the rogue who was about to shift just as he made a run at me. I stood in front of Abigail, spreading my arms wide, just as my Beta slammed into his side and sent them both tumbling across the dirt. 

Moments later, the rogues were motionless on the ground-one with his throat slit by his own knife, the other going quiet with a sickening crunch from the neck. 

I turned, exhaled, and walked over to Abigail. Up close, I could tell that she wasn’t doing very well. Her clothes were rags, her skin was pale and bruised, and there were cuts all over her arms and legs. 

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