Alpha Wolf - Mate Mine

Chapter 72 ~ The Chase ~ part 1

Titilas ran and ran, through the foreign forest, not caring where she was headed. The scent of her mate faded slightly but did not completely disappear. The she-wolf knew he was back there, somewhere, beyond the curtain of thick trees that seemed to stare at her with derision. As if the forest itself mocked her for trying to escape from something like him, like Black Alpha.

Recognizing the wet smell of a water body, she swerved to the right. As expected, there was a swollen river. Without thinking, Titilas jumped in, ignoring Elena's complaints about the frozen water and sharp rocks.

The pungent scent of the stormy water would hide her smell, at least as long as she stayed inside. Elena / Titilas had always been a mermaid, not only for hypnotizing her mate but also for the ability to swim.

After several strokes down the raging river that would have torn an experienced swimmer to pieces, with the water whipping the rocks and a current worse than the winter wind, after a while, Titilas leapt out of it and darted away like a bullet. Both the human and the wolf smirked contentedly, confident that the trick would slow down their self-confident mate.

Mirko could be as powerful as he wanted, he could be more legendary than the legends themselves, but Alpha Giacomo had trained his only daughter very scrupulously. Above all, Elena hid an ace up her sleeve: she was a very skilled swimmer, even in wolf form. This was a rarity, as wolves and werewolves were known to hate cold water and, indeed, kept a safe distance from it. A tip for all humans who found themselves in the unfortunate case of being chased by a pack of wolves: go straight to a river. That would keep hungry predators away.

As she zigzagged through the trees, past fallen trunks and brambles, Elena/Titilas remembered all the strategies she had learned over the years to cover tracks and camouflage the scent.

After running for what seemed like hours, Titilas, still dripping, stopped and crouched in a strategic position: on top of a hilly part, downwind, surrounded by thick bushes, from which you could see the surroundings but from which you could not be seen.

It was a perfect place to rest for a few seconds. Elena, with heart beating so hard that she thought the birds around could hear it and butterflies that made so much noise that those same birds could think of feeding on them, expected to see Mirko appear on the horizon, looking for her, lost after her strategy of masking her smell in the river.

Her hopes, along with her sly smile, were murdered moments later. Elena, through Titilas' eyes, saw something startling. A gasp would have escaped her lips had she not been in her wolf form.

Craken stepped out of the blinding curtain of trees. Immune to the whipping wind that sliced ​​through Titilas' skin, Craken appeared, trotting as if he was in no hurry and owned the entire wood... He could, if he were interested ...

Instead of being at least several miles (km) away, he was right there. A hundred meters (feet) away!

Holy cow!

Her heart rate quickened as Titilas purred, proud of her strong mate and his skills. Because, no matter what, in the end, Black Alpha remained Black Alpha. The superior wolf.

Suddenly, Craken stopped. Elena found herself watching her mate sniff the air ... and in a split second, those electrifying blue eyes met hers, though she was far and hidden beyond the thick nature.

An electric shock ran down her back as their eyes collided.

How the hell can he see me!? And how could he identify my scent!? Elena was speechless and slightly annoyed.

Elana couldn't know, but there was nothing and no one, not even herself, keeping the Alpha away from his fated mate.

'My Goodness! Run, bitch! Run!!' Elena barked at her wolf after they both stood still, mesmerized by her mate glaring at them, with burning eyes.