The Alpha Meets His Match

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

I was standing naked, in the middle of the woods. I didn’t know exactly what time it was, but the morning air was hard to ignore. The sky was still dark, but I could feel the morning coming up soon enough.

Somewhere… time had gone somewhere. I could hear water, not loud enough to be a river or a lake. I continued on my way, trying to find some direction.

I had no idea where I was. If I kept going north, I would probably soon reach some kind of road. The problem was that I didn’t have any clothes. My Wolf had completely taken control of my body. I had no memory of the last few hours.

It was still dark, which somehow made it easier to be walking around completely bare.

I could hear someone trying to cross the block I had created in my mind. Dylan, Eric, and Jace kept trying to push into my mind. The harder they tried, the more power I exerted in keeping my mind blocked.

I wanted to remember the last few hours, but I had no memory of them. All I saw when I looked into my mind was darkness.

After I approached the small creak the ran through the woods, I kneeled down to take a drink of water. It was the first time I noticed a few things, which scared me a lot more than being alone in the middle of the woods.

There was blood in my hands and legs. When I looked at my reflection in the water, I realized there was blood on my lips and other parts of my face.

I felt my heart pounding faster against my chest, but there was nothing I could do. For a second, I considered calling Dylan to tell him where I was. If he came to get me, he would solve everything.

But I couldn’t do it.

When I thought about the blood, all the memories of the night before came crashing down on me. All up until the moment I shifted into my Wolf.

I didn’t know what my Wolf had done when she took control. I just knew that I had lost the only family I had left.

My mother was dead.

My mother was dead.

My mother was dead and Jake had killed her.

First it was my dad. At least he deserved it. My mother hadn’t done anything but be a good mate to my father.

Life was unfair. It wasn’t enough that the war between all five packs had just ended, a war that was started because of me.

More blood had been spilled.

My mom was not aggressive. Jake didn’t have to kill her. Jake had told me so many times that he was my friend. Not anymore, not after what he had done.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Blake asked me for the hundredth time.

I was sitting down, with my back against a tree. Blake was sitting in front of me, wearing only a pair of dark jeans. He had given me the t-shirt he was wearing because I had been shifted into my Wolf.

His shirt was long on me, and it covered enough of my legs.

“I don’t know,” I blankly stated.

“Should I call Dylan?”

I had arrived at his territory around midday. I asked him not to tell anyone, and so far, he hadn’t.

Blake told me Christy was at home. He wasn’t due there for a few hours. For now, I didn’t want Christy to know I was there either.

“Please don’t,” I begged him.