Alpha and the Fighter

Idiots

I was nervous to say the least. Amen stayed faithfully by my side, towering over everything in his path. The other Elves we past seemed shocked. Was it the Dragon? Or was it me? Oh how I hated attention. I could feel the back of my neck prickle in unease. Why had I agreed?

"We're here," he murmured. I kept my brave face on, not having let it slip once.  

I tried to ignore the heat from his body as I brushed past. Was he feeling the same way I was? I quickly pushed the thoughts out of my head. I couldn't afford to think like that. I shivered, feeling it crawl down my spine. Holy hell, did that man make me nervous. He only looked a few years older than me, maybe around twenty one? 

I could feel Amen chuckle quietly beside me, as he pushed his was in the narrow doorway. 

"Perque Donzel Gata. I can't believe it's you. We thought your father and you died in the fire," a sweetly husky voice called from the table in the middle of the room. I bristled at the mention of the fire. Who the hell brings that up in a greeting? Was she trying to get me to claw her eyes out? 

"Yeah well, we didn't," I snarled. She had concern etched into her beautiful face.  

"I'm sorry. I was just surprised and didn't think," she quickly covered. She cleared her throat, then looked straight into my eyes. Hers were a pretty blue, complimenting her slightly tanned skin and blonde hair. "Where is he?" She asked softly.  

I could feel Amen beside me get worried also. He growled, low in his chest, at her, and took a spot sort of in front and beside me, just off to my right. I patted the soft fur on his neck, telling him it was okay. 

"Father died a few weeks ago." I could feel the tears welling up in my amber eyes, the pain shooting into my heart, right down to the core. I pushed them back, the bad thoughts as well and kept my face straight the whole time.  

"How?" Her voice carried sympathy and sorrow. The golden Dragon next to me glanced nervously in my direction. I sent him calming thoughts. 

My voice came out harsh and filled with so much anger it scared even me. "Werewolves. We crossed through their lands and they killed him." 

She was furious. She shot right out of her chair, her eyes clouding over with tears and anger. 

Her voice was grave. "Which pack?" 

"One of the smaller ones, in Prynesse. Didn't catch their names. I left after that."  

Everyone in the room was on edge, shuffling their feet, prepared to battle. 

A hand came down on my shoulder. I didn't think. My instincts reacted for me. I was suddenly in my Feral form, where I was my cat completely. I had already spun and snarled by the time the transformation was finished. 

It was the male Elf. His eyes widen at his mistake, and he held his hands up in a defensive gesture. 

I dropped my ears back to the base of my skull, baring my fangs. I ignored the pull for him. It wasn't the mate pull. They were different and I probably wouldn't be able to resist that one. This one? Just a nuisance. 

Don't touch me, I growled in his head, braking his barriers down with ease. I heard the familiar sound of Amens tail being swished across the floor in anger. 

The man backed away, all the way to the other side of the room. 

Facing back to Selinde, I shifted back to Anthro. "You need to strengthen your warriors. His mind was barely blocked. That could cost you Elves dearly in the War. And the others. Whether I am friend or foe, they should be ready to attack someone who is prepared to harm another of theirs. Race before Allies."