The Alpha's Match

The Werewolf Keeper

Lauren's POV

"You're alive! I was so worried! What happened?"

"Never mind that, it's over now. Come home." Ollie's voice sounded weary but happy. I frowned, my immediate relief and happiness dissipating slightly.

"Never mind!" I exclaimed in outrage, "You're kidding me right?" I could feel my temper rising and I began pacing a short stretch of the corridor furiously.  

"Lauren it's done with, life can return to normal." He was using his reasoning voice. I bit back screaming in rage.

"I nearly died! Those fucking bastards tried to shoot me. They attacked my friend and drugged me! You can't just sweep that under the rug!" Ollie exhaled sharply.

"Are you alright?" Yes, but now I fancied guilt tripping him.

"I'll heal," I replied in a martyr tone, "A doctor friend is taking care of me." Plenty of truths, together they just implied a lie.

"Oh my God Lauren!" He moaned. I stopped pacing, frowned and clutched the phone's plastic casing tightly.

"Ollie, are you still there?" There was a lengthy pause. "Ollie?" My heart thudded in my chest.

"Come home Lauren." His voice sounded different now, muffled as if the receiver wasn't quite close enough to his mouth.

"No, I'm not coming home until you tell me what's going on." I wasn't angry anymore. Instead there was a hysterical edge to my voice and my fingers trembled like the surface of a lake terrorised by a fierce wind. Ollie sighed heavily.

"Lauren has," he paused uneasily, "has a guy named Russell approached you?"

"No," I replied blankly. I was disorientated by what I took as a rapid change of topic.

"He's blonde haired, American, tall, with smooth manners. Does this sound familiar at all?" Ollie sounded anxious.

"No, why? Who is he?"

"He's a vampire. Quite possibly the last vampire roaming free, and the reason those men tried to kill you."  

Immy's POV

Glancing out of the window I saw Shayne's wolf disappear into the forest. What if, in his jealousy, Lewis fought Shayne? A fist gripped my heart as the idea crossed my mind and I struggled to draw a trembling breath. Lewis is feared, revered nearly deified in the eyes of some. But Shayne is from an Alpha bloodline. Male Alpha's rule the pack through force being the unbeaten strongest, fastest and most powerful - by nature they are unreasonable, more prone to violence and unable to walk away from a fight. Shayne's wolf would make him fight back. Would he win?

Shayne had never seemed much like Alpha material, at least not in my opinion. He's main strength is his un-paralleled skills as a tracker, not exactly useful for defending a pack in times of war.  

My wolf whined unhappily, he shouldn't be here. She complained. I agreed. Shayne is my enemy. The blood feud runs through the generations of our packs. I told Lewis to kill Shayne the day his pack was overcome but Lewis refused. He accepted my advice not to give Shayne a position of power and influence but then instead made him a member of his personal body guard. It made no sense. He must have some power over Lewis. My wolf suggested uneasily.

Shayne has no power, I snapped back. He has power over you, my wolf replied sternly. Heat flushed my cheeks. That was a long time ago...

"Excuse me, my lady." A quiet voice apologised. I stood aside. The young wolf scurried past laden down by a large plastic box. Another lad appeared behind him, equally burdened. They headed down the hallway and I watched them turn down into the underground garage. Curious I followed them. The lads struggled with the cargo, securing it in the jeep with the rest, a sheet of sweat cloaking their sweaty torsos. They flinched when they turned to see me blocking the exit. I crossed my arms over my chest.