Right now though I need to clear my head. A member of my pack is missing. That is probably the only reason why I have just left her at home by herself. Tom had not come back from his patrol run. We were going out to look for him. Tom's a good kid, but thats what he is. A kid. Fifteen. I don’t like the sound of it. Not with that rogue in our area. There's something very wrong. I may not be Alpha yet, I may not even want to be Alpha yet, but second most important thing to me is my pack and its members. The most important thing is what I drove away from about fifteen minutes ago.
This rogue wolf is making me uneasy. I hate the fact that there is even one in town, but one that we have already tried to catch and he has still eluded us worries me even more. There was another attack last night on a woman. We know it was a rogue, but he’s clever. Which is surprising for a rogue, and that makes me think that it’s connected with the attack on Jason’s pack.
Who ever it is doing this, is here for a reason, and I don’t think they are going anywhere without trying to get what they want; but he’s covering his smell with something. We keep getting faint traces but nothing at all like we should be able to pick up. It feels like our noses have been more useless than a humans nose today.
The further away from her I get, the more I realize that my senses were really not what they should have been when I was with her. It makes me slightly nervous that my abilities will be dulled when I’m with her. I don’t like the idea of not having my full strength if something were to happen. I’m hoping everything should go back to normal when I get more used to being around her. But its not like I can just go and ask someone from my pack if this is what usually happens when you meet your mate, not without my dad finding out.
I pull into our pack grounds and drive straight to the pack house, which is also my house. I park my truck and rush into the house, ready to join the search. I find my mum in the kitchen with a red eyed Tom’s mum, I can tell she has been crying, and she tells me everyone has already gone out looking.
I head out to the back porch and strip down my clothes, ready to shift. Although being a werewolf is a supernatural thing, unfortunately we can’t magically shift with our clothes on and then shift back with clothes still in tact. It doesn’t work like that. We can shift with clothes on if we needed to in a rush, but the clothes would most likely rip apart and be a hindrance to my wolf form while running to have a half torn shirt attached to me.
My mind quickly wanders to Alexia, but I have to remind myself that she is safe and secure at home, but Tom’s not and I need to help find him. I crouch down and feel my muscles start to tremble and shake. It doesn’t hurt anymore. When I first started to shift around the age of twelve, the first few times it hurt a little and was uncomfortable, but it was more afterwards when I had shifted back that my body was sore. Now it’s just a natural part of me. I hear the sounds of bones popping and cracking and I can feel my body change into a completely different creature. My face elongates and my nose becomes a snout, fur starts to grow all over my body. Within a matter of seconds a large black wolf that has eyes identical to my own has taken my place. My senses are back to full speed and everything is so much more crisp and clear.
One of the great things about being a werewolf and part of a pack is communication. I can link my mind with my fathers and find out where he is exactly and where he needs me to be. No need for cellphones when you’re a wolf.
“I’m here. Where shall I look that hasn’t already been searched?” I ask my father with our mind link.
“Just the north border left to look now. Head straight there, you should reach it before us.” I can feel the authority pouring out of him, even with all the distance between us. He is actually the most powerful Alpha I have ever met. I wouldn’t like to see anyone challenge him in a fight. They would lose their lives within minutes.
“Yes sir” I reply, and start running north. I can run at incredible speeds, all my four paws working in perfect synchronization, as I move silently through the forest. After a while of running a smell assaults my nostrils and I start running faster.
Blood. Werewolf blood. And lots of it.
“Is that blood you smell? Have you found him? We are right behind you.” My father enquires. I must have unknowingly projected my thoughts.
“Not yet, but yes it is. You better get here fast” I’m instantly filled with concern for the boy, and what has become of him, but also filled with so much rage I don’t know how I’m containing it. A loud howl rips from my throat as I continue to run and I hear the rest of my pack behind me echoing the sound.
Then I see him. Beaten, naked and covered in blood. His blood. He is unconscious, and lying in a fetal position. Being naked means he was
