Wolf Prints

Meeting The Alpha Child (Draken POV)

I LOVED writing this chapter! It was SO much fun.

Warning: For the most part i try to edit cussing out of my stories, but this is Draken's POV and i just didn't feel like i could do him justice without throwing in a few cuss words here and there.

I stood in front of the child's swing set with my hands clenched into fists, gritting my teeth in barely restrained fury.

            Fucking unbelievable. I muttered to myself.

            Was this some kind of joke?

            She was a tiny wisp of a girl, this child who sat unmoving with her small fingers curled around the swing's metal chains. Five years old at best. Her face still had too much of that cherubic quality to be much older.

Long dark brown hair was flowing down her back, tied with a purple ribbon that matched the dress she wore. Her eyelashes were the longest I had ever seen, framing the biggest set of brown doe eyes that blinked up at me.

All the core features were there – two eyes, a nose, a mouth – but she didn't look much like a human. It was almost like she was playing dress up, wearing a costume.

Her skin was normal, if a little too radiant, her hair a tad too vibrant. Still, she didn't look human. I couldn't quite point out why, much as I tried. Maybe her eyes were too penetrating, sparked with something entirely feral behind her childlike innocence.

I could imagine that face stealing the hearts of everyone around her, especially the humans. Poor, pitiful creatures.

My fists shook with rage.

Someone else might have called her adorable, but all I wanted to do was snap her thin little neck.

This had to be some kind of joke.

Absolutely everything in the backyard behind her small house was tinged in her scent – proof of how much time she spent playing out here. The fence, the Apple tree, the swing she was now sitting on. Hell, even the very dirt under my feet smelled of her.

Not unpleasant. There was no real word to explain it, though, because her scent didn't exist in anything tangible. Honey was close, but that wasn't it. Definitely something sweet...

I could almost taste it on my tongue.

Werewolf. That smell was definitely there in the mix. Almost overpowering. But there was something else. Something more that I'd never smelled before. It intrigued me, if only a little.

Fucking hell! Who cares?

I'd done what I said I would do. I was here, wasn't I?

Already I had dismissed the child. I was actually pissed he would ask me to come here at all. Surely he knew I would never agree to this, especially after seeing the child.

A girl.

A fucking girl!

What was I supposed to do with her? Bake cookies? I had better things to do than babysit a brat!

She blinked at me, and I glared back, not returning the tentative smile that stretched her perfect heart-shaped lips. I was mildly impressed she hadn't run in the house screaming bloody murder yet, but I wasn't even close to liking the child.

Was she daft? That was it, wasn't it? She was stupid.

Far greater men than this clueless girl have shook in fear from the mere sight of me. I couldn't possibly be losing my touch!