*A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY*
Lola Lattimore is different to most wolves. She's faster, stronger, more powerful.
She's dangerous.
She is matched to the notorious Alpha Kaden Thorne, a grumpy, possessive wolf that she can't help but feel their bond pul...
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My father's face is grave as we pull up on the driveway. A small crowd of pack members have gathered around the foot of the pack house stairs, many of them in their pyjamas or with blankets wrapped around their person. Pups are holding their parents hands, wiping sleep from their eyes as they watch on with hooded eyelids.
I mindlinked my father on the way back from the bonfire and at first he was less than amused when I was inside his head at one o'clock in the morning. But when I explained to him the situation, his whole attitude changed and his alpha came out. He told me to come straight to the pack house and to bring the body of the vampire with me.
Kaden is carrying the vampire boy towards the pack house, the large towel I "borrowed" from the bonfire party thrown over his body, so that none of the pups have nightmares.
Stood behind my father is his beta Thomas, Harry, the pack doctor and Lyle Clay.
Lyle's jaw is tight as his eyes follow Kaden up the driveway, his gaze never leaving the body in my mate's arms.
Lyle Clay was very much a member of the Lattimore household, before my father sent him away to learn more about his responsibilities as chief warrior. My dad had always believed that Lyle would do great things, and his greatest achievement would be to make CrescentMoon a force to be reckoned with.
He's over six feet tall and built like a brick wall, with arm muscles the size of car tyres. His dark hair is long and tucks easily behind his ears, and he has a thick heavy beard that makes him look a little bit like a rogue. He's honestly terrifying to anyone who doesn't know him, but I'll tell you now he's the funniest person you'll ever meet and his laugh is so contagious you'll be in tears purely by laughing at him.
He's maybe 10 years older than me, and my dad trusts him with both his life and mine. Lyle has been babysitting me since he was fifteen years old and I see him as the brother the moon goddess never gifted me with.
I think Lyle was the person who taught me how to ride a bike, and he once stayed up all night learning how to French plait just so I could have hair that matched the rest of the girls at a dance class.
His eyes flick up from the vampire to my own, and I can't help but send him a cheeky grin which has his shoulders visibly relax, before his face returns blank as we all walk inside, leaving the pack to assume the worst from outside the closed doors of my father's council room.
My father takes his place at the head of the table, whilst Kaden lays down the body he's been carrying and removes the towel, revealing the transformed vampire we found at the bonfire. His eyes are still all black, and even though they're very much dead, I feel like they're looking straight into my soul.
