The silver Wolf
“Well well well,” the Alpha growled menacingly, transforming into his human self.
Cleopatra’s breath caught in her throat.
The Night Wolf Alpha.
The stories whispered around campfires about his ruthlessness and brutality flooded her mind. This wasn’t a fight she could win, not alone, not with her weakened wolf.
Panic threatened to consume her as she tried to stand defiantly but she pushed it back. She wouldn’t go down whimpering. With a shaky hand, she gripped the dagger tighter, fighting the urge to just run.
Why would the Alpha of the Night Wolves attack her? Did she piss him off in any way during any of her missions? Even if she did, why didn’t he send his men? Why did he come to fight her himself? Cleopatra thought as she took a fighting stance.
The Alpha didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He lunged at her viciously and Cleopatra barely dodged the attack, rolling onto the damp earth.
Her thoughts drifted as she resumed her stance, a little frustrated. Why can’t they let her just complete this mission in peace and go for her vacation?
The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and something deadly, a musky scent that spoke of power and dominance. Cleopatra bit down on her lips as she fought the urge to cower in fear. She met the Alpha’s gaze. His eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce her soul.
“So, the Shadow walks among us again,” the Alpha’s voice rumbled, deep and gravelly, echoing through the clearing. “I’ve been searching for you, little Shadow.”
Cleopatra’s blood ran cold. Shadow? What did he mean by Shadow? Her mind raced, searching for answers.
“My name is Cleopatra,” she said boldly, squaring her shoulders, “Who… who are you talking about?” she said, her voice barely a whisper at this point.
The Alpha chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. “Don’t play coy with me, Shadow. I know that you know who you are. We’ve sensed your… spirit wolf.”
Spirit wolf? The word sent a jolt through her. What spirit wolf was he referring to? Does it have anything to do with the strange mark she still hadn’t been able to explain?
Before she could press further, the Alpha took a menacing step forward. “You should have stayed hidden, little Shadow. Now, you face the consequences.”
“What are you talking about?” Cleopatra asked, utterly confused. The Alpha looked her over and bursted out into a laugh. “You don’t remember who you are, do you? Too bad you’re going to die not knowing.”
Raising her chin, Cleopatra met the Alpha’s gaze with a steely resolve. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” her voice surprisingly steady, “but I won’t let you hurt me.”
The Alpha’s lips curled into a humorless snarl. “We’ll see about that, Shadow.” He lunged again, faster this time. Cleopatra dodged once more, satisfied with herself. The smile on her face died when she saw his smirk.
He was toying with her!
Suddenly, a new sound pierced the night - a high-pitched whine that echoed through the trees. The Alpha paused, his head whipping towards the source of the sound.
Cleopatra, seizing the opportunity, took off into the night towards the pack. She could hear the Alpha’s enraged growls behind her, but she didn’t dare look back.
Relief washed over her as she sighted the pack house. Just as she thought she couldn’t run another step, a figure emerged from the trees ahead. It was the wolf that saved her earlier. Before she could reach the wolf, a thunderous growl exploded through the night sky.
The Night Wolf Alpha had caught up. He stood between Cleopatra and the silver wolf, his eyes glowing with a renewed fury.
The silver wolf crouched low, its muscles coiled with tension, ready to pounce. Cleopatra felt a surge of hope as she too took a fighting stance, maybe with the help of this strange wolf she could escape this dreadful night.
“You think a spirit mutt can save you?” he said in a distorted rasp. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face, revealing razor sharp fangs.
The strange wolf snarled as it lunged towards the Alpha but before it could reach the Alpha, a horrifying shriek tore through the night. The silver wolf yelped in pain as it lay at the Alpha’s feet. Cleopatra seized that moment to attack the Night Wolf Alpha, landing a deadly blow successful across his cheek.
The Alpha growled as the impact of the blow settled in. Cleopatra scooped dirt up from the floor and threw it at the Alpha’s face. While he yelled, trying to get the dirt off, Cleopatra sprinted away further towards the pack house. She surveyed the area but didn't see the silver streaked wolf anywhere.
She turned and saw the Alpha, standing still and looking at her as she made it inside the pack parameters. Why is he not doing anything? Could it be because of the Ironwood? She has heard stories of how packs plant them to wade off the Night wolves.
He took a few strides and within seconds he was Close to the parameter but didn't cross.
Suddenly a strong arm wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back and away from the Night Wolf. Relief washed over when she realized who it was. Alpha Williams.
“The Night Wolf Alpha,” she rasped, pointing towards the wolf as if reporting him to Alpha Williams. Alpha Williams nodded, the glint in his eyes told her that he knew who it was.
A low growl ripped from Alpha Williams’ throat as his gaze locked with that of the other Alpha. For a tense moment, they stood frozen, a silent war of wills and Alpha dominance raging through them. Then with a deranged laugh that echoed through the clearing, the Night Wolf turned and melted back into the shadows.
Cleopatra starred in utter disbelief. He was leaving. But it was definitely not out of fear as a dark smirk played on his lips.
Alpha Williams turned to her, his face grim.
“We need to talk, Cleopatra. Now.”