Alpha Omega

Make time

Dominic P.O.V

"There's something wrong with this whole thing." Kiya declares.

The tables turned yesterday. Five Zetas sneaking into The Others' compound and rescuing one single wolf is a very different story to our cover being blown and being forced to announce our arrival by damn-near slaughtering what appeared to be a section of an Epsilon (Collective term for the warrior wolves, like the human army) of hybrid wolves. Now, they know we were there, and it's only a matter of time before they come for revenge or for the yellow witch I have locked in a cell.

That White Wolf, though. I've never come across someone like him. The only wolf that I know that can fight like that should be an alpha, and the only one I've ever met would be my own brother. Most Alpha's can't stand against us for long, and certainly not the both of us. That being said, I shouldn't have needed Ty's help. I don't want to focus on how close that wolf got to Kiya. Let's just say, after the events of the last few days, I was worried, and there was no way in hell I was letting her go.

Now I just need to find the time to bloody tell her that. However, as seems to be the theme of the last week, Kiya was, as always, obsessing over finding her brother.

Ty groans from the white leather couch in the den, "What's not right about it? The fact that there are wolf hybrids with fucking wings guarding The Others' fortress or that we have a witch in a bright yellow fucking dress in a cell out back?"

No, we're not idiots. There is no way we'd lock up prisoners, especially dangerous ones, anywhere near the pack house. We have a bunker a few miles out guarded on three sides by Psi fighters who live close by and a cliff face rising up above it on the other side.

Kiya's pacing increases and she apparently tries to wear a dent in the floor between the couch Ty and Cass are currently occupying and the identical couch hosting Al and Hunter.

She sighs, looking around at the Zeta's assembled. Soon, we're going to have to inform my father and the Blood Moon council consisting of the Beta couple, the Kappas, my parents and the occasional prominent delta is it concerns them (For example, Berta if the meeting addresses Pack House administration or budgeting). Of course, all the Zeta's of the pack are part of council meeting too, meaning the five of us in the room. We've been putting it off all night, taking our time to shower, change, bandage cuts and secure the witch and replace our weapons in the armory. It sounds simple, but we've managed to make our post-battle chores last for hours, long enough to see us into mid-morning the next day.

Kiya is still pacing, "What if they come after her? They will, won't they?"

Hunter leans his elbows on his knees, "It's hard to say. We'll have to inform the alpha for sure and he'll call a council meeting, maybe a war council."

Her eyes bug, "How can you all be so calm about this!

I fold my arms over my chest, watching my mate studiously from the wall. I happen to agree with here, something isn't adding up. "How did you find us?"

She pauses, glancing at me, "Hugh?"

I watch her amber-brown eyes, sorry, whiskey eyes as she insists, darken in confusion. "I said, how did you find us? How did you know where we'd be and when."

She nods, looking away from me.

I growl, "Your dreams?"

She nods slowly. I know she claimed to be having crazy dreams since she saw her brother, dreams of wolves and war. Looking into her eyes, I remember what she told me when she finally woke up from the InWar a week ago.