You May Be Alpha, But So Am I

Chapter 8

Alpha Lady Luna

Punching the daylights out of him my Alpha or making any threatening move will open the doors to a fight. You have your pack to think about, Alpha, not just your son's life.

Maximus had a point. Not only is my son's life important, but the lives of everyone is just as equal. Making an attack on McClain open grounds for him to attack me and possibly win.

I can't allow myself to become irrational like this.

"You good?" Santana asks me.

"I will be."

Returning to the two level house, I thought back to how cheap we was able to get the place.

It was an old estate that once acted as an plantation years ago. Build in a southern, traditional, country, plantation style house that had six bedrooms and five bathrooms. Besides the main floor, there were a second and third floor. In addition to the house, a rundown barn was out in the back and a old tree house, which was fixed up so a few of the guys can sleep in.

Overall, we had to build up the place ourselves, but at least everyone had somewhere to sleep without feeling like sardines in a can. It still wasn't big enough, but it would have to do until we could get some more money.

Looking up from the ground, I see Isis.

Isis has his back against the wooden supporting beam post of the front porch. One hand jammed in his front jeans pocket, while the other flicks a lighter on and off.

"Luna."

"Hello Ice."

"Granny has a few apple pies ready, Lady." Haven, a young girl of Mexican origins, says, drawing my gaze to hers. Her green eyes were always the most unique aspect about her that allowed me to spot her out in a crowd. "She said to come have a piece to soothe your nerves and all."

Never the subtle one, Haven was. Nevertheless her words brought a smile to my face. "Maybe later. Thanks for telling me."

She smiles and nods, passing a pair of pants to Blac.

"If I know, Ghost. He will come running for Grandma Gretchen's pie." Blac says, folding the pant in a few folds.

"Yea." I answers looking out towards the fields.

"You fold so well. You're becoming a good wife, you know." Haven tells Blac, stacking a folded shirt into a basket of folded clothes.

Blac extends his middle finger at her. He continues to fold as if he haven't heard Haven.

The sound of metal hitting wood, catches my attention. I spotted Ceaser not far away, with the group of younger children hanging around him.

Target practice.

"He's going to hurt one of those kids one day." Santana complains, glaring after Ceaser.

"No he won't. He has good control."

Ceaser, after sharpening a dagger, hold the tip of the dagger between his fingers. He lines the dagger up with his target a few feet away. Underneath a tree, stood a small child. She giggle with excitement. The other children watching and waiting. Their bodies shaking with pent up excitement.

"Now hold still, so I won't cut you." Ceaser warns in a semi cheerful tone. Using the children as target practice was one of the entertainments for the younger children.

He throws the dagger in one quick move. The dagger landing in the bark, a few inches from the top of the Niah's, a little girl, head.

She laughs, wrapping her tiny arms around herself as she rocks back and forward in her laughter. "More. More."

"No. It's my turn now." Cole chimes, gently pushing Niah aside, so he could take her place.

I shook her head. Ceaser was an expert with knifes, which was my reason for letting him handle the quiet missions, but his babysitting methods were one I never came to like.

The first time I came home to find Casper surrounded by knifes on the kitchen wall, with Ceaser throwing another just as she walked in, was one of the most terrifying moments in my life. Ceaser explained that Casper wouldn't stop bugging him, and so he let Casper help him with his training. He even had the nerves to say that Casper needed to get use to being fearless if someone threw a dagger his way, so the activity was training for Casper.

That day Ceaser got more than a beating from Santana. I vowed to never let Ceaser babysit every again. Even after being warned, the kids took to Ceaser's fun practice, and they has been helping him since.

"We have two of the witches scrying for Casper." Isis pushes himself from the beam. He slide the lighter into his pocket. "Nothing yet."

"I should be out there looking."

"We have two teams already out there." Santana, coming up behind me, wraps his arms around my shoulders, making me fall back against him.

"Stop Santana" My command came out more as a plead.

"Sssh. Relax, baby. We got this." He drops his hand to my waist, wrapping me in his warm, brown arms.

"Why doesn't your words calm me?"

"Because you're a worry worm." He nuzzles against my face. "We will find him. "

The sound of someone approaching had us turning in the direction of the approaching person. Sam. He must be back from collecting the mail.

We didn't have a mailbox yet, and so everything went to a set up P. O. box at the local post office. It was better this way, as the mail couldn't be tracked to our exact location, but with being new ones, everyone knew which place we brought anyway, so I guess my purpose was defeated.

"This box came, Alpha." Sam stops in front of us, holding out a small cardboard box.

I took the box with a small thank you to my subordinate. The first thing I notice about the box was the feather light weight. Is there even anything inside?

Just as I was in the progress of bringing the box to my nose for a sniff, Santana sniffing towards the box had me moving the box away from his nosey nose.

"Will you stop acting like an moron?" I opened the box to find a lock of curly black hair. A note resting beneath the hair. Taking both in my hands, the box drops to the ground.

The writing on the piece of paper was neatly written and said:

He has very pretty hair, Lady. You have 48 hours to find him before he goes to heaven.

~XOXO