The Alpha Is My Key

Chapter 3

Daniel Reynolds (Janie's Father) Surprise!

My stupid daughter has been gone for about a week now, and she seems to have disappeared without a trace. One minute she was in her room, and the next, Dylan was screaming at me, saying that she had escaped. I thought, let her get a good run in with her wolf, and then bring her back here so she can get her punishment.

They never caught her.

How slow could my men be to not be able to grab her? Last time I checked, she was just a little runt, bathing in self loath. Now, she was outrunning my best men, and then getting across the pack borders without the patrol even seeing her. I was truly and utterly shocked and surprised at my own flesh and blood.

Janie had obviously came to the realization that she had enough of the abuse I was giving her, but she deserved everything she got. "The accident" changed my family's life completely, wrecking not only me but the pack as a whole. We lost too many people that day, and she was the cause of all of it. Janie lived to tell the tale, only because killing my own linage would be shunned on by the Council. So, Janie stayed and she lived the rest of her life as the pack slave, and she had no one to blame but herself.

When I first heard she ran away, I was calm, only because she would come home soon enough, desperate for our forgiveness, almost dying from no food or water. She doesn't realize how good she has it here, but she would soon. Sure, I would punish her, but accept her back all the same, for she was my daughter, I didn't hate her enough to make her a rouge. But then a few days passed, and there was no sign of her. I sent out a search party, wondering if she was already dead.

The thought wasn't pleasant, but if it was true, me and the pack would have no problem moving on. My warriors searched, and never caught a whiff of her scent. I did the next logical step and called the surrounding packs, knowing that she couldn't have gone far at all. Eventually, I received answers, all the same. Janie Reynolds was no where to be found.

I went bigger and further, getting negative answers. I was truly puzzled, where could my brat of a child have gone. As the days went by, I knew she was getting further and further away from me, but I would wait a while longer until I sent Dylan to go fetch her.

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48 hours later

My fists banged on my desk, not because of Janie, but because of something much bigger than her. All across the Eastern part of the United States, wars have been breaking out due to peace treaties being broken because there have been too many sightings of people darting in and out of the boundary lines. Packs are afraid information has been being traded between spies within other packs. Cold blood has already been shed, and being in California gave me no right to stop it.

The only thing I could do was send fighters out there to try and catch this "unstoppable crosser", as they were calling the group. The ground of the east has been torn up looking for this group of people, no one being able to catch any scents, only seeing glimpses of wolves bounding through the trees.

I was growing more tense by the minute, all previous problems forgotten. If there will be war declared on the other side of the country, my pack and I would become involved sooner or later and be forced to pick sides, ensuring loss of life, more than necessary over a small group of rouges.

More and more calls came from frantic packs, not knowing what to do, hearing about the troubling news as well. I, sadly, had no good advice, for I had no plan of my own. This situation stumped me in a lot more ways than one. How fast do these wolves have to be going to avoid more than one set of boundary patrols, and just how many are we dealing with here? Why are the packs reporting these issues coming from all over, from places like New Jersey, down to even South Carolina and Kentucky. What was their mission?

Coming up with no solution, I stormed out of my office only to go to Janie's room; if you would even call it a room.Her scent still lingered, and there was dried blood on the floor. This angered my wolf, wanting her back, so he could relieve his, and my, frustrations on her. I knew that Dylan wanted her back as well, but the search has left all of California and Nevada empty of her, nothing was found.

I was done looking for her, she had already taken up too much of my time, and at the cost of my warriors searching for her. This spawn of the devil had caused too many problems from the day she was born. I was done caring for the last part of my wife, I did too much for Janie anyway.

My attention was called by Josh, a alpha in Georgia, saying the fighting was getting worse, and a destructive war was coming. Sighing, I sulked back to my office and sunk down into my chair. War, rouges, a missing daughter, it was all too much. My hair was graying just thinking of it.

It clicked just then.

Janie.

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Chapter 3, holy crap!
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