Hendrix ✓

35 ★ Forever changed

My brain works on automatic while I stand. Savannah murmurs words frantically to me as everyone begins to panic.

"Game plan?" She presses, I nod towards Ezra as he instructs his team.

"It seems like he's got the hang of it so far." She reluctantly looks over at our prospective new Gamma, a sneer on her tan face. The sirens continue to ring behind us, but I can still hear the disgruntled sounds she mumbles. Savannah is not happy about Ezra joining our ranks. She doesn't like him. Then again, she doesn't like most people.

I need a Delta too, I've been thinking about adding a fourth in command for a while, but I won't tell her that. She hates change.

It's obvious that Ezra is telling Reid to take the werewolf females back to the bunker. His mate appears angry at such an idea. It's for the best, if any of them run into Ryk or the Red Alpha, they're done for.

If Hendrix were here, I would build her very own underground bunker made of impenetrable materials. My heart sinks when I think of my mate, and I wonder how she's spending her New Year's Eve. It's likely better than mine.

Shaking off my thoughts, I take charge. It's time to fight.

"You two. You go with them." I say to the psychologist and Klepto's Father. They don't put up a fight like the females. They follow Reid closely, almost excited to be hidden away. Even though they're males, they're not fighters.

Gender doesn't matter in a fight. Power does. That's why Savannah's here, she's a powerful fighter. If I locked away everyone with boobs, I'd be an idiot.

When I glance around our small circle, I make eye contact with each and every lycan before me. Savannah, Hyrum, Ace, Ezra, and Miranda. They look to me to lead them. Instruct them. I've left my mate to find the Red Alpha. I won't let this chance slip away, because I won't be strong enough if I have to leave her again. I can't chose between her and a mission again. I won't.

"We split up. Ace, Miranda, and Hyrum, make your way from the outside in, rounding up any stragglers in the pack that need to be in the bunker, bring them to safety as quickly as you can. You run into any rogues, you kill them, no questions asked. Go." I command, and Ezra's teammates shoot him a look. He nods, glancing at me. He's already accepted me as his Alpha. Good.

They flee, shifting mid sprint into gigantic beasts that shake the ground with each gallop of their long bodies. Enormous wolves on the hunt. They seem unstoppable, and maybe they are, but you can never be sure. I thought Wheeler was unstoppable. He's gone now.

I turn to Ezra and Savannah, they're staring at me expectantly. Raised eyebrows and curious eyes, ready to eat up any instructions I give them.

"I knew this would happen. It's good strategy on the Red Alpha's part. The first attack was to distract, make us think it was a one and done. That that was it. This is the real fight. This is what we were waiting for." I say, rubbing at my head as it throbs persistently. I'm ready to shift. The sun is down, the moon is out, the beast inside me claws to be set free.

"What's the plan, what do we do?" Savannah wonders in exasperation. Her arms are folded over her chest, and she angles her body to be in front of Ezra, trying to catch my gaze.

She's so childish sometimes, and I find myself questioning why she's my sidekick.

"We fight. Find rogues, take them down, look for the real enemy. As soon as you catch a whiff of the Red Alpha or Ryk you send me the signal." I glance between the both of them, reminded of the differences between them. Savannah is almost as tall as Ezra, but not quite. They're coloring is different, their attitudes too. They are complete opposites.