I continue to look forward despite the overwhelming need to take a good look at those pretty eyes.
“You brought him in just moments ago, correct, Beta Lucas?” she asks her second as I feel her eyes rake up and down my rigid form. “Yes, Alpha. We caught a scent from the East and found him and a pack member headed in our direction about a mile west of the location of five slaughtered rogues.” “Well it’s not illegal to kill a rogue. But, a slaughtering of that magnitude by one wolf is surly something to investigate. It is the belief that it was him?” “Yes, Alpha,” her Beta’s responses were all quick and clam. “You said a pack member was with him? Who, exactly?” the Alpha asks, dark eyebrows that I could see furrow from the corner of my eye. “Harper Lowen, Alpha. She transitioned last week.” The Alpha hums thoughtfully. “Get her, will you,” she ordered, a guard leaving quickly to retrieve the young Harper. Harper is soon brought to the field by a well trimmed guard. “Harper. Such a joy to have you with us,” the Alpha’s flat voice gave way to no form of enthusiasm as she turned her attention to the pale headed girl. “Alpha, the pleasure is all mine,” Harper said, soft eyes glancing up at me from where she stood before her Alpha. “I heard that you were found in the forest with this male? Is that true, Harper?” “Yes, Alpha Axel,” Harper mumbled. “And why were you in the forest, much less with a rogue male? Scentless, might I add,” Alpha Axel takes a step towards the freshly turned pup. “I was on a run, Alpha.” “That explains nothing. You were far beyond the boarders and even further beyond the boundary for a common wolf.” “Yes, Alpha, I understand.” “Then enlighten me further, will you,” Alpha Axel’s voice raised just slight. “I wanted to explore my abilities a bit further and may have devised a plan to do that without the watchful eye of my peers. I just wanted some privacy. During my run, a band of rogues found me. This male saved me,” young Harper explained, gesturing towards me. “Does this male have a name?” the Alpha asks. “I did not get the chance to learn his name, Alpha,” Harper shakes her head softly. “Your name, scentless rogue?” the Alpha asks, turning to me with her steely expression, eyes narrowed from what I could see. “Arden Soulen, Alpha Axel,” I said, introducing myself for the first time. Her expression wavers for a second, eyebrows furrowing and she focuses on me closer, nostrils flaring, attempting to catch a scent. “My scent is hidden. You will not be able to find it,” I admit, still looking straight ahead. “Then reveal it, and which pack have you been exiled from?” she orders before continuing thusly. “I was not exiled from any pack, Alpha.” “Reveal your scent. From which pack were you birthed?” she pressed again. “My mother birthed me in the Tracker pack but I do not call them my pack nor do they have the honor of calling me their member,” I bite back, forcing a snarl away. She scoffs, looking over me. “Reveal your scent,” she said it slowly, demanding, her teeth clenched together as she pressed her aura into me despite my resistance. “Aren’t you going to tell me what my punishment is for close proximity to a pack member of the Enforcers pack?” “Don’t taunt me. Reveal your scent and you may earn the opportunity to live,” she snarled, canines revealed. “Alpha…” young Harper began. “Don’t!” the Alpha and I commanded together, her eyes flashing to me in an instant as I look at Harper with a warning scowl. “Alpha, he protected me and risked himself by means of my own protection. Even more than willing to see me to the boarder of our lands to ensure my safety. Alpha, if he is to be punished, let me be given the same punishment,” despite our snarls at her words, she spoke with clarity before taking her stance beside me, chin high and arms at her side. Her Alpha stares at her wide eyed. “Oh don’t worry. You will be more than adequately dealt with. Beta, remove her and take her to my office before I do it myself,” Alpha Axel snarls, her teeth bared, the illumination from her eyes reaching my own retinas. “Yes, Alpha,” he sends her a curt nod before taking Harper by the hand and leading her away. She looks at me with anxious eyes as she leaves, a soft ‘sorry’ leaving her mouth silently. “Reveal your scent,” the Alpha urges once more, my eyes still above her head as I watch Harper and the Beta disappear. “I don’t know why it matters.” “If you were truly from the Trackers pack then you, above all others, would understand the importance of one’s scent. Now, reveal it.” Sighing, I close my eyes for a short moment. The little Alpha was right. Feisty, but right. Slowly, I reveal my scent, listening as the Alpha takes a quick but deep inhale before doing if again. I hear as she snarls, a low, lustrous, seductive sound that pulled my eyes from the setting sun to eyes that felt like home. Right then, right when her eyes met mine everything change, the world shifted, the sun shined warmer, the stars seemed brighter, the moon seemed bigger, the world felt smaller. In this moment it was just her and I, the world around us was nothing more than a blur of color and white noise. I felt, for the first time ever, that home existed and it was right there, right in her eyes. Her eyes, her voice, her presence was my home, was my safety, was my sanity, was my heart, was my soul. My mother told me that I’d be a fool to ignore fate. I’d promised her that her son would never be that fool and that fool would never be me. It felt like we’d been there a life time. Staring into each other’s eyes, but only moments had passed. The Goddess had blessed me with a strong, willing, powerful mate and for that, I’d always be in her debt. “You…” she whispered, eyes wide on mine as she stared up at me, a gorgeously warm viridian shining up at me. My new favorite color. “What is your name?” I husk, eyes flitting over her face, memorizing every freckle and every hair. “Drew Axel.”Sweat made it’s was in a slick line down my face, some drops catching on my eyebrows and lashes, others making their way down my nose or over my cheeks. My arms, stretched out to my sides, were strained from holding my body up and the ropes holding them dug into my wrist and made indents there. The pole that I was tied to was tall but they hadn’t tied me where I could stand. Instead, my back arched, sending my chest forward, and my feet sprawled in front of me, my heels pressed into the soft ground. The position was the least bit comfortable and five long days had since passed since I’d stood on my feet. Instead, I hung from a tall pole, arms stretched to my side, clothes soaked in sweat, the field around me bare and void of residence, the sun beating down on me. I could feel my throat squeeze with thirst and my stomach grumble and ache with undying hunger. The energy for much thought had left me a couple days ago, the sun sucking my energy from me and the moon steeling m
Good Alphas weren’t just raised by good parenting, they were raised by suffering, pain, and pride. A wise man once said,” The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten.” That man was my father, Alpha Krain Axel. I’d turned that saying every which way as a young pup. I’d dissected it, taken every word out and replaced it with others, hoping and praying to find the meaning. To give the right answer. Then, one rainy night, it hit me. My father hadn’t meant the beating of the body, of the physical form. He didn’t mean physical strength or even will. “The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten, mind and soul.” And that was the night that my training started. The day that I became the heir to the largest pack in the world, the day that destiny changed. I spent the next decade training relentlessly, both my mind and my body. Until one night. It was a full moon, a blood moon to be exact. We were celebrating. Everyone was happy, but happiness didn’t end wars. Th
The woods were still, silent, but one thing disturbed that silence, that peace. Far off, across lands I’d never explored, scents whirled and anxiety flitted through the trees. My nose had always been keen, better than the rest, much like the rest of my senses but the stench that emitted from those far west regions made me wrinkle my nose in distaste, made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I train my eyes to the forest off to my left, facing the west, my nose tilted into the air as I flare my nostrils inhaling sharply and deeply. Seven. I could smell them, each totally separate, not a mating mixture or familial mixture among the bunch. Six. Six smelled of rotten pigs flesh, decaying and infested. One. One smelled of fresh roses, such a gentle scent, such a young scent. Nothing lingered around it. Clung to it. I’d found, as I’d gotten older and those around me had gotten older, that smells manifested. Scents were more than an identifying feature of someone
Her eyes were nothing but terrified, her small hand gripping his thick meaty wrist in anxiety as her chest rises and falls rapidly with breath. “Please,” she mouths, eyebrows furrowed as a single tear rolls down her cheek. With a singular nod, I lunge at the three. Their strikes clumsy and half witted, unprepared.I was done holding back. With both sets of claws exposed and canines flush against the flesh of my lips I strike and slash with all of the power that consumes me. I channel something that they had always channeled wrong: anger. Their snarls and gasps of pain don’t miss my ears as I send them tumbling to the forest floor, one right after the other. I could feel their blood splashing onto my face in warm splatters and relished in the feeling. Vanquishing the wrong had always been a particular joy of mine. Breathing deeply and heavily, I stop, straightening my knees and looking down at the gore that surrounds me. I was standing in them, in a puddle of their blood and fle
I stand stock still as the wolves circle us, the girl beside me giving them a half witted, anxious smile. From the direction they’d all came, I see a figure walking. He was tall and broad, I hardly looked down for my eyes to meet his, my neck didn’t need to crane at all.He stood with his legs slightly spread, level with his shoulders, and his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were a hard golden brown, glancing between the two of us. “Harper,” he warns, eyeing the young girl closely. “I’m sorry Beta Lucas,” she said, looking down and twiddling with her fingers.“Ivan, see Ms. Lowen back to her house, please,” the Beta ordered, gesturing to a smaller, thinner male with eyes as sharp and quick as an arrow.“Yes, Beta. Harper, come,” Ivan bows before gesturing to the young Harper and turning to leave.She smiles apologetically at me as she follows after him.Sighing, I pull my eyes from her, knowing that she was safe, before looking back to the broad, hard eyed Beta.“And then
Sweat made it’s was in a slick line down my face, some drops catching on my eyebrows and lashes, others making their way down my nose or over my cheeks. My arms, stretched out to my sides, were strained from holding my body up and the ropes holding them dug into my wrist and made indents there. The pole that I was tied to was tall but they hadn’t tied me where I could stand. Instead, my back arched, sending my chest forward, and my feet sprawled in front of me, my heels pressed into the soft ground. The position was the least bit comfortable and five long days had since passed since I’d stood on my feet. Instead, I hung from a tall pole, arms stretched to my side, clothes soaked in sweat, the field around me bare and void of residence, the sun beating down on me. I could feel my throat squeeze with thirst and my stomach grumble and ache with undying hunger. The energy for much thought had left me a couple days ago, the sun sucking my energy from me and the moon steeling m
I continue to look forward despite the overwhelming need to take a good look at those pretty eyes. “You brought him in just moments ago, correct, Beta Lucas?” she asks her second as I feel her eyes rake up and down my rigid form. “Yes, Alpha. We caught a scent from the East and found him and a pack member headed in our direction about a mile west of the location of five slaughtered rogues.” “Well it’s not illegal to kill a rogue. But, a slaughtering of that magnitude by one wolf is surly something to investigate. It is the belief that it was him?” “Yes, Alpha,” her Beta’s responses were all quick and clam. “You said a pack member was with him? Who, exactly?” the Alpha asks, dark eyebrows that I could see furrow from the corner of my eye. “Harper Lowen, Alpha. She transitioned last week.” The Alpha hums thoughtfully. “Get her, will you,” she ordered, a guard leaving quickly to retrieve the young Harper. Harper is soon brought to the field by a well trimmed guard.
I stand stock still as the wolves circle us, the girl beside me giving them a half witted, anxious smile. From the direction they’d all came, I see a figure walking. He was tall and broad, I hardly looked down for my eyes to meet his, my neck didn’t need to crane at all.He stood with his legs slightly spread, level with his shoulders, and his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes were a hard golden brown, glancing between the two of us. “Harper,” he warns, eyeing the young girl closely. “I’m sorry Beta Lucas,” she said, looking down and twiddling with her fingers.“Ivan, see Ms. Lowen back to her house, please,” the Beta ordered, gesturing to a smaller, thinner male with eyes as sharp and quick as an arrow.“Yes, Beta. Harper, come,” Ivan bows before gesturing to the young Harper and turning to leave.She smiles apologetically at me as she follows after him.Sighing, I pull my eyes from her, knowing that she was safe, before looking back to the broad, hard eyed Beta.“And then
Her eyes were nothing but terrified, her small hand gripping his thick meaty wrist in anxiety as her chest rises and falls rapidly with breath. “Please,” she mouths, eyebrows furrowed as a single tear rolls down her cheek. With a singular nod, I lunge at the three. Their strikes clumsy and half witted, unprepared.I was done holding back. With both sets of claws exposed and canines flush against the flesh of my lips I strike and slash with all of the power that consumes me. I channel something that they had always channeled wrong: anger. Their snarls and gasps of pain don’t miss my ears as I send them tumbling to the forest floor, one right after the other. I could feel their blood splashing onto my face in warm splatters and relished in the feeling. Vanquishing the wrong had always been a particular joy of mine. Breathing deeply and heavily, I stop, straightening my knees and looking down at the gore that surrounds me. I was standing in them, in a puddle of their blood and fle
The woods were still, silent, but one thing disturbed that silence, that peace. Far off, across lands I’d never explored, scents whirled and anxiety flitted through the trees. My nose had always been keen, better than the rest, much like the rest of my senses but the stench that emitted from those far west regions made me wrinkle my nose in distaste, made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I train my eyes to the forest off to my left, facing the west, my nose tilted into the air as I flare my nostrils inhaling sharply and deeply. Seven. I could smell them, each totally separate, not a mating mixture or familial mixture among the bunch. Six. Six smelled of rotten pigs flesh, decaying and infested. One. One smelled of fresh roses, such a gentle scent, such a young scent. Nothing lingered around it. Clung to it. I’d found, as I’d gotten older and those around me had gotten older, that smells manifested. Scents were more than an identifying feature of someone
Good Alphas weren’t just raised by good parenting, they were raised by suffering, pain, and pride. A wise man once said,” The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten.” That man was my father, Alpha Krain Axel. I’d turned that saying every which way as a young pup. I’d dissected it, taken every word out and replaced it with others, hoping and praying to find the meaning. To give the right answer. Then, one rainy night, it hit me. My father hadn’t meant the beating of the body, of the physical form. He didn’t mean physical strength or even will. “The best leader is the one that cannot be beaten, mind and soul.” And that was the night that my training started. The day that I became the heir to the largest pack in the world, the day that destiny changed. I spent the next decade training relentlessly, both my mind and my body. Until one night. It was a full moon, a blood moon to be exact. We were celebrating. Everyone was happy, but happiness didn’t end wars. Th