3

The night was cool and calm as the pack settled to rest.

I lay in my bed in a deep slumber, tired from all the stress and worries that had weighed me down during this period.

In the quietness, a rustling sound reaches my sharp ears, faint yet consistent.

I stirred in my sleep, a frown formed on my face from the annoyance caused by the sound.

“ Blue” a voice whispered urgently, followed by a gentle shake to my shoulders.

My eyes flutter open, slowly trying to gain focus. Alex stood by my bedside with a tense expression. I had told Alex earlier this evening that I did not want him in my bed today because I wanted to enjoy the quietness and peacefulness of my room.

“ What is it, Alex?” I asked groggily.

“ We are under attack,” Alex uttered.

The declaration hit me like an electric bolt instantly sharpening my sense, my pack was under attack again and I needed to protect her.

“ How many of them?” I asked.

“Quiet a lot, they are larger werewolves. I guess that they are from….”

“…from the