Big Bad Alphas

Chapter 23

Sighing, I take another sip but pause when I notice something out of the ordinary.

Something black sulks stealthily in the brush. My eyes attempt to focus in on it, but it is not until the animals piercing yellow eyes catch mine that my heart comes to a sudden halt. I gasp, and my mug shatters on the floor, spraying my feet with its shards.

The eyes seem to grow as the animal creeps closer and I begin to panic. It can see me—it has seen me.

"Caroline!" I shout and dash into the living room. She springs from the couch like the living-dead.

"What—what is it?"

"There is something out there, a wolf, its eyes," I inaudibly ramble. "It was watching me, it saw me!"

"Wait, what are you talking about, Isabella?" She asks, mentally desiring for me to speak slower.

"I saw a wolf, maybe a rogue out in the forest." She sighs and sits back down, confusing me. Why is she not freaking out?

"You're probably just paranoid because we were talking about it."

   "I know what I saw," I defend myself. "It looked right at me."

   She yawns and falls back onto her side. "You need more sleep. There are no rogues this close to the pack house."

   I groan and leave her as she slowly falls back asleep. Somewhat annoyed, I nervously peek into the kitchen, but the eyes are gone. Curiously, my feet bring me inches from the glass, but no creature lurks in the brush. I place my hand on the window, not believing my eyes.

   What if Caroline is right? What if I am just seeing things?

   I glance down at the shattered mug and sigh before getting on my knees to clean it up. One by one, I pick up the shards and place them carefully in my palm. Soon enough they are all in the garbage, the place where I feel like my thoughts belong currently. What I saw could not have been my imagination.

   Peering back at the forest, I dash to the window, my nose touching the glass. My heart races as I watch carefully.

   There is another wolf, an Alpha wolf, as I can tell by their larger build. It cannot be Eric, his wolf is lighter in color, and he is at the Yurie pack, so it must be Sebastian, his father.

   The wolf seamlessly joins the forest, and I find myself reaching for the back door.

   Swiftly, I slip my way from tree to tree, staying far enough away from the wolf, so it does not catch onto my scent. Hopefully, no one catches me stalking the previous Alpha.

   The wolf moves along, not stopping once. It must know where it is going; it must be on some sort of mission. So, I continue to follow the wolf until it escapes my view. I swallow and quietly search around, trying to locate it once again.

   Maybe I should just go back. What am I getting out of this anyways?

   Turning around to head back to the house, I sigh and look up, but when I do familiar eyes meet mine. Yellow, bright, gut-wrenching, they stare at me as I stand still. It is the wolf from before, the one who was lurking.

   I take a sharp breath.

   When its eyes do not leave me, I carefully step to the side, triggering it to move closer. It's canines flash at me as a low growl erupts from its throat. "I don't want any trouble," I move my hands up and back away.

   The wolf growls again, and I begin to panic, feeling my palms grow clammy.

   Before I can register the scene before me, a blur of darkness fly's past and pounces on the yellow-eyed beast. Swiftly, I move back and notice the attacker to be the Alpha wolf I followed, Sebastian hopefully.

   My hands grip a nearby tree, the bark digging under my nails. The Alpha wolf looks to me, telling me to leave, so I do without hesitation. I sprint past the fighting pair and head for the pack house. Not bothering to look back, I trust that the Alpha wolf can handle the rogue, and I come crashing into the house. Once the backdoor is locked, I find myself searching through the trees with my eyes, searching for any sign of the Alpha wolf.

   I see none.