My Stupid, Annoying, Possesive, Alpha Mate

Chapter 6

Updated: It was 7 years when I was stupid but I've changed it to make it maybe a little more REALISTIC BECAUSE WHAT IN THE HELL WAS I EVEN THINKING AGH.

Yeah, it's two years now.

*2* Years Later

Dear Diary

Another letter from Blake. Another day.

He sounds so sad in Africa, I know he says he's happy but... it doesn't make any sense.

5000 werewolves have been killed, and it doesn't look like it gets any better.

I just wish he'd come home. It's been nearly *two* years since I've seen him. I'm losing patience. I'm losing my mind. Sometimes I get so caught up in missing him that I feel like running away forever, in whatever direction... until I just fall down.

I know he's going to be killed. He isn't strong anymore. We aren't even strong anymore, our pack has shrunk. Even Trent is wary.

If he dies, I leave. I'm gone forever.

Here is his letter.

Dearest Kerryn,

The tribes have gotten stronger.

5000 more young wolves have been killed, we'll be calling for another troop soon. Tell Trent to get the best warriors ready for battle... if there are any left . You told me... the last time you wrote to me that you can't understand why I'm doing this.

They are using children, Kerryn, wild wolf children as weapons. Thousands of them have died fighting for human werewolves, like you and me, only they're sick. If we don't stop them here, at the roots, they'll find a way to use them to fight against all the werewolves all over the world, and they are strong Kerryn, they're powerful and we might not have another chance to stamp them out.

Besides, we're planning out last attack, and if it works... well, then I'll see you soon and if it doesn't, it might be a little while longer.

I'm happy here Kerryn, I'm doing what I was born to do.

To fight and to protect my race, and that means you too.

-Blake

Born to fight?

He was born to kill. 

And it's going to end up killing him.

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