The Warrior Alpha

#32 Finally

Chapter 32
FINALLY

********Ronan's POV***********

I wiped my mouth and spit on the pavement in a poor attempt to get the bad taste out of my mouth.

'Are you for real right now?' My wolf barked at me.

'Man up Ronan. We are not this weak pup you insist on pretending to be,' she said.

I sat back on my heels and leaned away from my throw up, 'I know, I know, but I just don't know what to do! I'm sixteen! This is all too much and now another person is going to die because of me.'

'Fate mated us with Vlad for a reason. He is so powerful and strong as are we. You can fix this, we can fix this.' She said supportively.

I sighed and nodded my head trying to calm my racing heart. 'Yeah. You're right, I can do this.'

'Good girl!' She chirped happily.

I looked back down at my cell which was horrifyingly still on the call with Peter.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a few deep breathes before reaching for it.

"Ronan? Ronan, where'd you go? Ronan? Is everything okay? Look this is imp-"

"Peter! I'm fine," I interrupted him.

"Ronan you need to talk to Alpha Kristoff, I'm not kidding I've never seen him so mad before in my life." Peter told me gravely.

I stood up and started walking again on the sidewalk, ditching my throw up. A squirrel will get it I guess.

"Okay," I caved, "hand him the phone."

I didn't really want to talk to Vlad. I mean I did, believe me, I did. I just don't want to deal with the situation at hand. I'm so scared, why do I screw everything up?

"Oh, well actually I can't." Peter told me.

I stopped walking, "Peter you just begged me to talk to him and now you're saying I can't? I'm confused."

"I'm not with him. He left before me, I'm trying to catch him to talk some sense into him. He's pillaged villages before, and I'm afraid your pack might be next. He's livid Ronan," Peter said.

"Oh, okay." I said trying to understand.

Oh my god this is so bad.

"I'll send you his number, but Ronan you need to be quick about this. Please, you have to," Peter begged.

I scrunched up my face in confusion. "Peter why are you the one begging me to save my pack? You don't even know these people shouldn't it be the other way around?"

I heard Peter huff on the other end, "No Ronan, I don't think you're comprehending what I'm telling you at all."

Well obviously not, why else would I be confused?

Peter continued, "Alpha Kristoff is going annihilate your pack. Ronan have you ever heard of Vlad the Impaler?"

My eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Text me the number." I said, then hung up.

My Vlad is the Vlad the Impaler?!

Oh no, I need to sit. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I had no idea.... I-

My phone buzzed with a text from Peter.

I swallowed hard, pushing down as much fear as possible.

I quickly tapped on the number and moved my phone back to my ear.

It was ringing.

I began to pace the area of sidewalk I was still on.