My Alpha Black

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

~~~ Black's POV ~~~

We ran all day and into the night.

Avery, Ali's guardian, was about to be ambushed right on the Far East Canadian border and we weren't going to let that happen.

I lead the quadrants we ran in. My wolf and I bristled with pride and adrenaline as I tuned into my warrior's emotions and found them riled up and eager to fight. It pushed me to run faster, growling lowly as my paws gouged into the earth and I heard responding growls and aggressive footfalls behind me. No pack in the world had such a connecting, inspiring drive to fight as mine did. We relished it.

And what a sight we were to behold. I was the largest wolf I had ever encountered or heard of, jet black and packed with muscle that reflected my human form. Behind me to my right ran Chez, his coat a rich, dark brown. Although an impressive size, it was his eyes that held danger. One of the reasons he was my beta was because of his natural ability to read people, to see through bullshit and wade into complicated situations with cunning. That intelligence showed in his eyes, there to be feared. The same went for the rest, there hulking size and muscle unmatchable, there palpable hunger for battle terrifying.

Though probably one of the most intimidating sights would be the wolf running behind me to the left. Bruce. My third in command and head warrior. His fur wasn't glossy or groomed, it was rust red and unruly. His claws weren't primed and slick, they were jagged and raw. He did not retain any of his human form's control or civility, his harsh growls and consistent grumble of underlying violence echoing in his chest was the drive of his animal instinct. Showcasing his experience in battle and unerring resilience were the severe scars littering his body, the same as they did in his human form. He was one beast you most definitely did not want to fucking cross.

As I leapt over a small stream, the faintest trace of an unknown wolf scent caught my immediate attention.

I've caught the trail, I informed them through the link and ran with renewed focus.

Even by wolf standards my senses were incredibly heightened and I had tracker blood in my family. It was something only pack members knew about, an advantage I maintained by keeping the rest of the world ignorant. We had to run for another ten miles before Bruce too caught a trace of the scent.

Within no time we were converging on the scene and I became curiously alert to any behaviour from my warriors that might suggest that they were Avery's mate. Although Ali knew they would meet today, she did not know who exactly. I didn't like this wildcard possibility. I liked control on my part, I valued discipline.

Prepare to span out into quadrants, I ordered, though I had no sooner relayed the command when a male scream filled the silence of the woodland we were in. It was angry but pained.

Male scream?, Chez shared his thought with me and I had to admit he had a point.

Avery is a trained fighter, I informed him but like him I was impressed she seemed to be holding her own against who knows how many men and whatever weapon Ravelbarg had engineered to take down wolves.

Break and advance, then hold positions.

They obeyed immediately as we separated into squads of four, surrounding the attackers and creating a circle formation around them. No one could run and no one would live. My orders were to go in for the kill.

Just before they came into view, more make grunts of pain could be heard along with the familiar sounds of hand on hand combat.

This girl can fight, Bruce remarked. Coming from him that was a rare compliment and again I had to agree. I had prepared to encounter a much more dire situation with the attackers claiming an easy ambush on her.