Alpha Born
I watch Dallas as berries to speak, but nothing comes out. His power is projecting into me. He’s no longer the wolf I thought I knew. This is something that spares ane, frightens me
“His wolf attacked her, protecting me from the both of them.” Teeth, sharp male canine teeth, descend slightly. His lighting form is trying to take the skin side met. Touching his head I try to calm him, to settle his rising fur.
He turns from me, taking one step toward the door, then another step as fabric starts to stretch over muscles that are engorging with blood.
His brothers are watching the scene with guarded eyes, in silent stillness, their mother in the middle of them flanked on all sides.
Protecting their most precious.
They all look at him, nose in the air, sniffing testosterone that he’s releasing. His body prepares for battle
“Think this through.” It’s his mother who’s in his car instantly. She’s calm, eyes watching everything
“Think, watch, understand.” Her words are her wisdom.
Outside, I look at the circle that’s forming around Clayton. He’s all putted out. His face is red in rage, his veins dilating. Fran see them on his forearms pulsing with his life. His shirt is torn, his moon’s blood all over it, staining the fabric. His clothes will have to be thrown out. There’s no saving them, they’re ruined completely.
Kennedy’s father points his finger in his face, but Clayton slaps it away. “You people disgust me,” Clayton spits out. “What do you think would happen? What do you think would be the outcome?” Clayton holds his ground not stepping back, while her father takes a step forward.
“We never expected this,” Kennedy’s father rages. A hard punch to Clayton’s jaw does not stagger him. He takes it willingly, spitting out a mouthful of blood; maybe a tooth comes with it
