Warrior Wolf

chapter 8

Unknowns POV

A strong combination of sweat and alcohol is all I can smell. I don't know why I bother with these stupid partys. Its not like I can drink anything anyway (not because I cant get drunk, because I can. Dragonsblood. The strongest alcohol you can find, obviously a supernatural brew. Its the only thing us werewolfs can actually get drunk of, and its all they're drinking at this party). I steer away from the kitchen where they keep the dragonsblood. I, an alpha with duties, drinking tonight or any night is out of the question. Right now I'm keeping an eye on this party, word got out that there was a rouge spy here, don't know what for but I intend to find out.

I stand in the corner watching the mass of bodies in the middle, when an undertone of vanilla drifts around me, I know that scent, I wouldn't miss it anywhere. Izzy, my eyes subconsciously dart everywhere in search for the human girl -

my jaw slackens as I take in her appearance. A little black dress that shows of her very curvaceous body, and reveals a little too much skin. Comments and snickers from hungry, horney male werewolves are now the only things I can hear. A wash of annoyance takes over Izzy's face right before some huge Jock comes up behind her. I watch as he whispers something in her ear. She attempts to turn and look at him. But she doesn't get too when he forcefully yanks her backwards and they both disappear in the crowd.

A small growl escapes my lips as I push myself of the wall, im not happy about this, not one bit. No male should ever treat girl so roughly, let alone a human! In a matter of seconds im at the spot where Izzy and the Jock once stood. I freeze, mixed in with Izzys sweet scent, is a rotting smell.. like someone has eaten a bucket load of garbage and then curled up and died. A wretched scent that would only belong to one type of person .. rouge. I mind link to Pete

"I need you here ASAP, bring the silver chains and backup.... I found him"

I push my way through the crowd searching everywhere for Izzy and the rouge. As much as I don't want too I have a aching need to protect Izzy.. and the thought of her with a rouge sets my nerves on high. Who knows what he could do to her? a fragile human at that. Maybe its just my alpha instincts kicking in.

I finally catch a glimpse of her, and by the scene that's taking place before my eyes, all i see red. At first sight they just look like a normal couple grinding on the dance floor Shes in his grasp, his hands are on her hips and their bodies are pressed against each other. But if you look closer tears are streaming down her face, as he forcefully thrusts his hips into her.

A deep growl resounds in my chest, people around me snap out of their drunken daze and bow their heads to me. I can feel my wolf surfacing, scratching at my humanity.

a desperate scream leaves Izzys lips and penetrates my senses. That's it. I take of in a blurr dodgeing people and furniture until im standing directly behind this asshole. He leans in to whisper in her ear again but I don't give him a chance to finish what he's saying as I rip him away from her with my hand. I pull the back of his hair and throw him too the floor, and restrain his arms with my hands

"Cole! the handcuffs!"

I turn my head, to see Pete running towards me with silver handcuffs dangling from his fingers.

"Thanks mate."

The rouge growls underneath me but I silence him by shoving his head to the hard floor a few times, before he is completely knocked out.

I take the silver handcuffs and wrap them around his wrist, then lock them in place. A faint sizzle is heard when the silver touches his skin.

You're probably wondering why mine or Petes skin didn't have the same reaction? well, our pack seemingly has some form of resistance to silver. It can still affect us, but not as bad as it would someone not from our bloodline/ packline. That's part of the reason for us being called the silvermoon pack.