She Wolf

Chapter 3

JAY

I honestly did not know what I just did back there. My Wolf, needing to be let out, had decided to run back to Storm territory. My head was clouded of thoughts, thoughts of me decking the dude (although he kind of deserved it), Wicessa protecting him, me scaring her, and finally, the thought that bothered me the most was when she told me to leave. So much for informing her about her sucky patrol wolves. But I knew it was partially my fault. Well, one hundred percent my fault. And I couldn't help thinking that, even when I ran full on into another wolf, who wasn't apart of my pack. Damn, this day was full of surprises.

The wolf growled at me. Well finally. Thank the heavens that her wolves doing rounds don't let anyone slip out. Even if everyone manages to come in. But that also means that I'm trapped, and it obviously wasn't going to be a fair battle. A couple of other wolves came to join him, leaving it four against one. Before I even thought about making a move, the wolves pounced, all at the same time, giving me no time to act. It was a bundle of fur and fury, and I decided to let out my anger in this quick little fight. Nothing bad can happen right? I was Alpha after all, and I was supposed to be strong. Supposed to be. At least that's what I thought before I realized that my Wolf wasn't at his best at the current moment, dealing with the seperation of our mate, of the sadness we brought upon her. Not to mention I wasted all my energy back there, beating up some dude who made a move on Wicessa. I was tossed and pushed, clawed and bitten, and I just gave up all together. Man, if the boys back home saw this, I would never be respected as Alpha again. They threw me around like a toy, until they all suddenly stopped. I was forced on my legs, and they lead me away. By now, I just went along with everything, feeling numb and at loss.

WICESSA

"Alpha." Beck called for me through our mind link. I was still tired, but I was too busy making sure Luke wasn't dead to take a nap. He was still unconscious. That wuss. I finished up wiping his face from the blood, and laid the towel on his forehead. Needing a drink, I dragged myself into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Sigh. The Alpha life. "Alpha," I heard again.

"WHAT NOW?!" I responded. I felt Beck flinch at my tone. Well, if you had just dealt with what I went through, you would be damn tired. I waited for his answer on why he was interrupting me from a little peace and quiet.

"There's another wolf in the territory. He's not ours." I sighed. Why does this keep happening to me? I really needed to make up a new routine for the wolves who did rounds. Because obviously, this one wasn't working. I questioned Beck on what he did about it, to which he replied, "The boys are all but tearing him apart. What should I do?"

Having pity on the wolf, who was probably knocked cold by now, I ordered Beck, "Stop them. I want him alive. Bring him to me, I need to find out how he was able to get in ShadowThorn anyways." I heard my Third in Command obeying me, and I soon waited for their arrival. Slumping down in my chair, I leaned my head back, staring at the ceiling. This was so stressful. Seeing that they have not come yet, I went upstairs for a quick shower. Quickly changing into a tight tank top and jean shorts, I ran downstairs. The outfit may have seemed too revealing, but hey, I was Alpha remember? If any one of those boys decided to look at me, even think about me the wrong way, they would have hell to pay. As I reached the third to last step, I jumped off and landed on the floor. Who need an extra three steps when you were a werewolf? Hey, you gotta love them werewolf skills. Looking to my left, I saw Luke, sitting up on the couch. Oh yeah, he was still in my house. But at least he was awake.

"What the f**k just happened?" he questioned me. He looked around, dazed and confused, as the palm of his hand laid on his forehead. That idiot.

I decided to see how weak his state of mind was at the moment. "Well, while we were walking home, a lamp fell out of the blue and landed directly on you. You fell into a ditch, and it took us three days to get you out, because we couldn't find a ladder. You were unconscious the whole time." He stared at me in shock. The idiot actually believed me. My mate was pretty bada*s if he could make Luke believe everything I just said.

"Really?" he gasped. His face still remained shock, as he tried to recall the memories of a haywire lamp falling on him. Ha. Good luck with that.

"No, you idiot. You just got your behind whooped. Now get out of here before you get your other behind whooped." I saw the relief on his face, showing how happy he was that a lamp really didn't take him out. And then I watched it turn into horror as he realized someone just kicked his a*s. He opened his mouth, about to ask who did this to him, but I cut him off. "Out." I told him more forcefully, pointing at the door. His face fell as he limped towards the door. Great. That's two puppy dogs I've hurt and sent running. After I heard the door shut, I fell into the comfort of my couch. This was the life. But then I heard a couple of howls outside. Yay. Glee club was here. I walked to the door, a little slowly as planned, and opened it to see my trusty yet murderous group of wolves. Inside that group of eager wolves was a rather beaten wolf, struggling to sit up. He was silver, gun-metal silver, and his eyes met mine. Navy blue. Oh crap.

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OOOOH! THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET STEAMY IN HEREE! LOL, so yeah, sorry about this chapter, it was a little boring, I know. But, it's leading up to the good part! WOOT WOOT! XD Anyways, I really hope you guys keep reading with me, and please vote and comment, the more votes, the faster the updates :) See you guys next chapter!

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