The Mark of an Alpha {Book 1}✔

Eighteen

The silence that is resonating in the forest at the moment makes my heart hammer in my chest.

Nature should be alive with noise from the howling wolf to a chirping cricket. At the moment it all seize to exist.

My paws skid to a stop as the wind brushes through my fur and the eerie silence engulfs my hearing. My wolf is not happy to be caught by surprise.

We are meant to be the hunter, not the hunted, the predator becomes the prey is not our thing.

Melany, someone is here with you. You're like a sitting duck out here.

We are out in the open.

My wolf senses are on high alert. My breath hangs heavy as my heated breath meets the frosty air.

The branch snapping makes my ears perk up and my wolf takes complete control of her body. There is a rancid smell in the air and the stench is clinging to my nostrils.

It's a rogue!

My wolf runs but not as fast as she could, she is holding back, waiting to see what I want to do. I cannot let this wolf make me run on my own land.

An alpha would stand and fight. They do not allow their past to haunt them.

Alphas learn from their mistakes and grow, not cower.

Let's take it down.

My wolf seems satisfied with that answer she speeds down the bank of the creek, my footsteps sloshy with the wetness of the mud between my paws. The footsteps strain to run faster the sound of the rogue's paws hitting the ground become louder. It does not care that I can hear him anymore he knows that his presence is known. He is ready to attack as well as I am.

My claws dig deeper into the ground and push me further, faster towards the trees. I am concentrated on the trees when something darts out from the side out of my view.

It all happens too fast. One second the trees are ahead and the next my eyes are staring at the sky.

The impact throws my head to the side and my surprise whimper gets caught in my throat. My body is thrown to the side my teeth snap at the attacker and my teeth grips his leg as I take the wolf with me.

A snarl burst through me and my lips roll back baring my teeth at the wolf in front of me. The scent extruding off of this wolf is not the same as the one before. Its scent envelopes me and my wolf relaxes.

It's Hunter!

The mud clings to my fur as I begrudgingly lift myself up to my feet.

Hunter's wolf is huge but that is normal for an alpha. His dusty tan fur is almost the same shade as his hair. His golden eyes lock on mine and his breath is coming out in quick sessions and evaporating in front of him just as quickly tells me that he is not happy.

Hunter's eyes dart in all directions, his eyes shifting around uneasy. He knows that there is something out there as well and he cannot locate it either. He strides to my side and nudges me with his snout to keep moving, he releases a frustrated noise from his snout and I growl at him. He directs me back to the pack house and I follow him.

We run, Hunter not letting me outrun him or fall behind, he keeps me by his side as we make it to the edge of the trees the pack house in view.

I shift back into my human form as does Hunter.

"What were you thinking?" He snaps at me. He stands before me with his birthday suit and I avert my eyes and now becoming well aware of my own nakedness.