Heart of the stray {bxb} ON HOLD UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

7.

                                                                                    Niarks P.O.V

My eyes trail past the little girl up to my human's mate. His steel-like eye's stay intently focused on my form. My eyes quickly shift back to the adorable Tiarna finding her trying to put her hand through the bars, most likely to pat my head, the only problem being the brute of an alpha has a strong hold on her hand and refuses to let go of it. He had grabbed it a moment after noticing that she was trying to pat me. 

"Untle Tyson! Let gooo!" she squeals before ripping her hand away from his grip and putting it through the bars to pat my head. he releases a grunt but turns his eyes back onto the hand that's currently scratching behind my ears. My tail wags slowly making the softest thump against the floor. 

"I thought I told you he was dangerous." My mate grunts out still watching her patting through my fur. His brows' crease in the middle showing his annoyance at the situation, I think. The alpha or Tyson as Tiarna had called him is a very hard man to read, very hard indeed. His eyes hold many secrets yet they are always hidden away just far enough that I can't read them. The way he holds himself is like he is about to shatter at any moment and yet he hides it away from everyone and himself. His eye's hold high walls shielding his real emotions from the world, only letting the carefully selected ones leak into his eyes and face. 

I nudge my head into the hand that is still patting me. My mate lets off a warning growl only for me to release one but the edges of my eyes tingeing with red before I shake myself out of it again. I step backwards away from the hand and away from my mate. I walk to my corner, sit down, and just stare. 

                                                                           Tyson P.O.V

I watch the wolf sulk in the corner. The red that was in his eyes makes me second guess myself once more about the situation that I had found myself in once again. Although the wolf had seemed nice to Tirana I had noticed a slight change in his attitude when I had growled at him. His eyes reminded me of a rogue who had lost control, I only ever met one. She was foaming at the mouth, rabid. Sharp growls would fall from her mouth at any given moment and her eyes were clouded over in a constant red. She was unseeing with only targets in her sight.  

I shake my head clearing it from the path my thoughts were leading me down. I had to think of my pack, I had to think of my wolf who is convinced this almost rouge is his mate, that same rogue that's cowering in the corner is meant to be my mate and luna of this pack. I'm not convinced. In fact, I believe he is one wrong move away from becoming a full-blown cannibalistic rouge.  I look down at the pouting Tirana who is staring at her hand like she was the one who had triggered the moping wolf in the corner. 

I take the hand she is starring at and start the climb up the stairs. She tries to tug her hand out of mine but this time I refuse to let her go running to the wolf. I will not fall to his level, he will not be my mate. I won't allow it. I can't no matter what my mother says, my wolf screams at me. This is a repeat from the last time but this time I can't fall into the trap. 

I have my still recovering pack to think of first and one day when the rogue shows his true colours my wolf will thank me.