The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 16

Noah's P.O.V

"He's done a poor job hiding his tracks and scent, thus it should be no problem regarding finding him." Colton's voice brought back some amity to my raged filled temper.

"We leave now. Go!" However that did not signify I was at peace, my heart still pulverized with fury, my hands itched to slash skin, my jaw the same. Speaking of Mark brought back the memories-the ache of what he had done.

He had constantly been diverse. Never sought after to play outdoors like the majority of wolves, under no circumstances wanted to run, always in his room, forever to himself. Though the day when I had arrived back from training only to discover our pack home awake in flames I couldn't have encompassed supplementary disbelief to perceive Mark standing exterior to it all with a smug smirk settled upon his features, a match motionless in his hand.

As I had approached him I could distinguish the glowing in his eyes, the trivial neon they encompassed and I had to clasp my astonishment. The glow in the orbs of his green gaze proved to me something I didn't crave to accept as true, something I should have recognized. Mark had given into his wolf, his monstrous side. The neon in his eyes confirmed just that, it was his wolf captivating control-for good.

I perceived the sound of screams commencing from my pack, smelt the burning of flesh, but as soon as I had dashed to go in Mark had tossed me on the ground in addition to tying silver roughly around me within seconds. I jostled alongside the metal, hearing my own flesh singe from the poison.

"What have you done!" I yelled at him, my voice matching the anger of flames rapidly.

Yet as I watched my home disintegrate to dust, everyone in the interior, I couldn't have cared less. I could pick out my parent's window instantaneously, and when I could perceive them contained by their room, aggressive against the bolted glass of the window, I couldn't facilitate the shout that tore throughout my chest. My father enveloped his arms around my uncontrollable mother, her shrieks piercing enough for me to hear over the roar of flames. And in an instant it was as if my father had spotted me through the thickening smoke, his gaze caught on mine and for a moment he simply stood there, observing me long and hard. I nearly failed to spot it, in the clouded window and black swirl around them, I would have been unaware to it if it wasn't for that black hair of his standing out like a raven in the night, but it was there; a strong nod.

"You will be a great Alpha one day, son. Abbiamo solo una parte di incontrarsi di nuovo." His voice had filled my mind, my mother's soon followed suit.

"Ricordate la nostra promessa mio caro figlio, ricordare." The soothing tone of a Luna never left my mother's words, and it echoed in the ridges of my head one final moment before the pack link got shattered-before the pack got destroyed.

I watched my parents die that day, and I had never been the same. My brother had vanished within hours, departed devoid of a trace. I was forced to generate my own pack, and after years of penetrating I ultimately had. Finding a mate along the way never once crossed my mind, significantly aware of the consequences of what losing one would do. I did not desire to have someone I loved be torn away from me for a second time, so I isolated myself, discovering a technique to exist devoid of one, and it worked-for the most part. My pack became my priority, it always came first, constantly on my mind, because without such I would not be able to do what was indispensable. I trained each member, toughened up every male, all so that one day I would contain the strength to locate and defeat my brother.

And there we were, on a path that would conduct straight to him, directly to where he was slaughtering my mate. I never thought the day would approach as the years dwelled on with no sign of him, but yet somehow it had, and I under no circumstances could have prepared myself for the storm of feelings swirling through my body.