Protect The Alpha

Adeline My silent prayer is returned with a quiet muttering, “protect the Alpha at all costs.” That’s when it all clicks together like a giant puzzle, it was the Moon Goddess’ causing those bushes to ruffle. She was the one that gave me the window of opportunity to escape from my captors. Now I have to fulfill my duty, whatever that may be. I leap over a log and nestle my body underneath it. A branch cuts my fur but my wolf doesn’t seem fazed knowing that our shifter healing should kick in quickly. I only hope the traces of wolfsbane doesn’t slow down the process. I stay deathly still until I hear shallow footsteps coming towards me. The footsteps stop and thanks to my shifter hearing, I hear someone smelling the air. Shit, he found me, I think to myself. He must be able to smell my cut. Alpha Christian’s wolf sniffs the air for a moment longer and then continues into the direction I was headed. I wait for the coast to be clear and make a run for it. In my mind, I assume that we’re hea