Alpha Anthony

Chapter 4 - Alpha's POV

"Two more were taken this week. We're on a constant lock down but it doesn't seem to matter. If it's not wolves from the pack patrols, It's female wolves that are taken while the patrol wolves are down... my trackers have had no luck. They're using some chemical to cover up the scent. Tell me your doing better Alpha Anthony"

Irritation ran up anthony's spine as he bit back a remark. He could give less of a shit about other packs and what happens to them. He only cared about his pack and his pack alone. The same pack that seem to be missing more and more she-wolves over the last 2 years just like every other pack in Central America. Just the damned thought of the gang of rogues responsible for this pissed him off to the point of shifting.

Which brought him back to the matter at hand; The yapping alpha on the other line.

"No. However, we did conclude that the rogues were trading with a small group of hunters. My warriors walked in on a trade; 8 Pack females sold for a couple gallons of liquid silver and $14,000. The silver was disposed of, and the females sent back to their packs." His voice emotionless and stiff.

"What about the money?" The Northern Blue Paw's Alpha asked, suspicion discreetly laced his voice.

"Back where it belongs," A sly smirk slides across Alpha Anthony's face. "I'll you see and the other alpha's at the conference next week, we may discusses more than. Goodbye Alpha Peters" and without waiting for a reply Anthony hangs up, ending the abrupt call.

Anthony sat back in his chair, slowly bending his neck to the side making a satisfying pop and crack sound. Something he did when he was stressed or greatly irritated; a feeling he'd had everyday for two years now thanks to a certain group of rouges.

Or rather the Teufel Wölfe, as they prefer to be called, German for "devil wolves".

Devils they were, involved in almost everything. Little things such as harassment and stealing to large scale things like kidnapping and selling of she-wolves for prostitution and such.

The thought brought a low growl out of Anthony's mouth.

He had no problem with rogues, he could even relate with them if he had the patience too. There are plenty good reasons to become a rouge just as there are plenty bad reasons too as well. The only thing Anthony hated in the category of rogues, were rogues who caused problems, and the small 30 or some members of the Teufel Wölfe pack caused the biggest problems on Anthony's "shit to deal with" list.

"Alpha, James from Teufel Wölfe was just spotted on his way to the cliff west to the border, he has a human girl with him, awaiting orders"

Anthony instantly stands with the news from his head tracker, he swiftly runs out the door not wasting a second with getting undressed as he shifts into his jet black wolf, shredding the clothes he wore only seconds ago. His eyes still his deep honey brown, the beast within had not yet fully awake, Not yet yearning for blood.

Anthony racing through the forest hoping to kill the bastard who started all this in the first place and was wanted in all packs across Central America. Sending a quick message to his warriors and trackers alerting them of the their orders.

"Surround him, he is not to escape. He is wanted alive or dead. Take him in for interrogation, If he puts up too much of a fight kill him."

"And the human female?" one of his warrior asks

"Take her in as well. Find how she's connected, Then kill her. The less humans the better."

"Yes Alpha" was the echoed replies he received.

Anthony felt the thrill of the hunt, the bloodshed. It never failed to approach when his wolf made an appearance. Blood sacrificed the beast. Yet Anthony could have sworn he felt the tiniest bit of excitement in the pit of his stomach. It confused him greatly seeing as he could tell the feeling had nothing to do with the promise of a good fight and a broken bone or two. No the feeling almost had a calming effect on him and even touched the wolf within him.

It was only then, as they approached the cliff, that anthony noticed the strange behavior of his wolf and the sweet smell that lingered in the ocean breeze. It smelled of warm vanilla beans and coconut.

"Mate. Mine. Ours. Mate" seemed to be the only words his wolf could speak. Broadcasting to the whole pack announcing the finding of his mate and their Luna. Several united howls were heard.

The intoxicating smell dragged him farther towards the cliff, and was driving his wolf crazy, but seemed in more ways then one. The wolf's purrs of content turned into growls of rage when another breeze went by and he was able to detect the smell of blood, sweat, fear, and arousal. A low growl moved past his muzzle on it's own seeing as the arousal wasn't his mate's but rather a male, a male that wasn't him and dangerously close to her.

"Alpha, we are all in position, but he believe he is aware of our location.....also the girl.....it looks as if he plans to rape her before-"

That was all Anthony needed to hear before he pushed himself the last of the run only to stop abruptly at the sight infront of him. There lay his mate, bathed in moon light. Long dark black hair frames her heart shaped face, adorned with a small button nose and plump pink chapped lips, almond eyes which hold the warm color of melted chocolate are fanned by long black lashes held forever flowing tears. The look haunted him as a loud and deadly growl filled the silent night. As he stepped out from his place behind the cover of shadows his rage only intensified, releasing his wolf fully, as he took in the whole picture. His mate, tied and bounded, was trapped underneath a man twice her age, both parties were missing the bottom portion of clothes, genitals less than a foot away, along with a shiny silver knife pressed flat against his mate's throat.

His warriors released battle ready growl, as they felt the Luna pull coming from the girl by the cliff. Every wolf took slow predatory steps towards the bastard, all ready and willing to die for their Luna and save her, none more so than Alpha Anthony himself, however he and his wolf both agreed James must be killed first. For anyone who dare touched his mate would die a bloody death, and as his eye landed on his mates empty, defeated brown orbs with little hints of want strae back, he knows no blood will taste more satisfying, more deserving than that of the man sitting right before him.

The beast within him craved blood; more specifically the blood of the rouge in front of him.