Alpha Luna

Chapter 26

My eyes launch open in the middle of the night. For a few moments, I lay there unsure what had woken me up. The night is as still as the countryside can be. No scent of intruders in the air. Then the sound of frantic knocking echoes through the house again. I launch out of bed grabbing my robe on the back of the door as I run through.

I reach for the door just as the knocking starts to happen again. Tyler stands on the front pouch flushed. A quick scan of the surrounding area shows no cars in the drive besides Sierra's.

"Alpha, quickly you need to talk some sense into the Beta! He is going to get us all killed!" Tyler says in a panicked voice.

"Woah, Tyler, tell me what's going on?" I say touching my friend on his shoulder.

"Its Beta Trent, he and a few warriors loyal to him abducted the leader of the witch coven. Now the coven is threatening an attack on the pack if she isn't returned within the hour."

My wolf begins to growl, vibrating my chest with its power. "Where is he?" I say with a voice void of emotion.

"He and the warriors have her in the VIP cells. The warriors refuse to listen to me. They tell me they will only let her out when given the okay by the beta or Alpha."

"Give me two minutes to get dressed and we will go together." I close the door and turn to run back to the bedroom. Only to find Sierra fully dressed and holding a pile of clothes to me.

I give my mate a grateful smile before quickly throwing on the clothes.

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The VIP cells are built into the stone of a cliff side of a mountain. It was once a human mining tunnel before we took over. Now the entrances are surrounded by a 20 foot chain link fence topped with barbed wire.

The VIP cells are the deepest point of the mineral cave system. Over my father's rule he has updated the security several times, leaving the cave system with three different levels. The first level is reached about 10 steps down the stairs. A single guard is stationed outside the door all too often half asleep. Prisoners housed here are often pack members that are being punished for small infractions. Both of my brothers have spent more than a couple nights in one of these cells drying out from their drunken night.

A hallway worn almost flat, after 300 years of foot traffic and equipment movement, leads to an elevator guarded by two more pack members. A short trip down will bring us to the next level. This level is often used for political prisoners, another pack's warrior being held for ransom, or rogues that have been deemed to be a nuisance to be taken care of later. This level varies how many guards are down here based on who is down here.

Right now this level sits empty so the only guards are the ones blocking the elevator that takes you to the last level. Where the coven leader now sits. The guards on this detail are the most well trained and are made of the best fighters trained to keep people down here. Every person down on the last floor are the worst of the worst.

They are the murders, pack eliminators, or all the creatures that go bump in the night that would terrify even the most fearless. As the elevator opens its doors in the final floor you can feel the power of the protection wards wash over you. The walls are covered in them from every culture and known history. Weaker wolves have been known to fall to their knees as the power is drained from them. Even as an alpha I can feel my wolf grow weaker. She curls herself deeper into my subconscious to escape a complete drain.

"So help me, Goddess, if you don't let me out of here you flea bite mutt you will find out why they say never to cross a high mistress and her coven!" Yells out a voice dripping in venom. Coming from behind the closed door at the end of the hall.