Bonded By Destiny

Chapter 8

***Tamara***

Alpha Ryker backed orders to his warriors, giving very precise instructions to them.

He had divided them into groups to cover each part of the vast pack lands. They were to simply search, detect and fish out anything that was out of place along the borders.

'Bring the mut who dared to infiltrate my pack . ' He ordered in a serious directive tone.

'Alive. ' His grave clear voice was heard as his long tongue snaked on his bottom lip, licking the soft pink flesh in anticipation. No doubt in my mind that he would draw pleasure from imposing torture onto the culprit.

A chorus of 'yes Alpha' rang on the meadow followed by strident footsteps.

The question was...

Would they really find the supposed infiltrator, or was 'he' already gone?

A million thoughts jumbled in my mind as the frontal lobe of my brain tried evoking different scenarios, on how the bloodied paper could have gotten to the meadows.

What if the Alpha was overlooking something, anything?

My late mother told me that her guts were always premonitory and that so are mine. How I wish she was still kicking, she would have known what to do in this situation.

By now everyone had left except for me and the Alpha. The tall Alpha man stood in undoubtedly deep thoughts. His whole exterior, starting from the tense broad shoulders to his wide stance, screamed seriousness and some underlying stress.

He was a man after blood for anyone threatening his pack and he would remain so as long as he was the Alpha leader.

I softly called him. 'Alpha. '

'Not now Tamara. ' He grunted.

'Please Alpha this is important. ' I wondered why he was always such a grump. Or was it just to me in the pack? because as far as I knew, he was a good social leader to his people. But he became a different person when it came to his family, the pack.

The surrounding packs and even the stray werewolves however disagreed with him being a good Alpha. The stories and rumors about his mythical killing spree scared them to the core.

They portrayed him as the devil incarnate with a triad of dark traits. Some rumors had him been referred to as ferocious and sadistic. Others painted him as a narcissistic werewolf, one who used his power to do whatever he desired to other people.

How could she have known that the paper was there?

I suddenly jumped at the Alpha's voice in my head. The abrupt intrusion put my brain in pause, the organ struggling to make a connection to what was happening.

Did she plant it there?

This time I stepped back, my eyes wide with my right hand over my open mouth. I stood fazed momentarily, my body parts refusing to coordinate.

Why was I hearing his voice in my head? I wasn't a werewolf, hell I had no single explanation whatsoever.

No she couldn't have known that she'd run on the trails leading to the meadow.

'My child, as you grow older with each passing day, you will uncover more abilities that you'd never guess you possess. Don't fret Tamara, embrace them, make them a part of you because, this pack will need them. '

I remembered my mothers' words as the Alpha male thoughts continued infiltrating my mind. I had no control whatsoever on how to stop hearing them.

Casting my eyes in him quickly, I could tell he had no idea that I knew what he was thinking.