I ran through the trees at a dizzying speed. They were nothing more than a hhur before my eyes. My feet made no sound on the leaves and dry branches. keeping me undetected by any of them.
As I got closer, I smelled my pack. It came from different directions as the pups tried to find the objects that had been hidden.
I didn’t waste time trying to distinguish the scents and find hers hermose I knew exactly where the was. Not me, but my wulf, yes,
I turned left, not slowing down
The first thing I smelled was lamb meat. It was strong and dense, from a freshly killed animal, meant to make the challenge easier for the pups.
Then I smelled her. Dew and wild jasmine. There was also the scent of Alexandra, a pup, and the damn wolves who didn’t belong to any pack in the region.
And blood.
The unmistakable smell of her blood
It was the smell of Savannah’s blood.
I didn’t falter, even though I felt my heart miss a beat.
My steps remained firm on the ground, leading me to where she was. I didn’t know whose desperation it was coming from–mine, from the fear of failing again, or my wolf’s obsession with the girl.
The image was wome
was worse than I imagined. Savannah was hurt on the ground, dizzy, trying to get up. Blood was running down the side of her head, staining her dark hair. A few meters away from her was a fallen pup. And Alexandra was a little farther from where they were, trying to keep the wolf she was fighting away from Savannah.
I stopped in front of them, grabbed the sides of the bastard’s head, and twisted his neck to the left, pushing the bones to the limit. He died as soon as they snapped.
Alexandra was panting, terrified.
“They… they almost took her,” she whispered, her lips trembling. They killed Ruda. They killed the pup,” she sobbed, and a tear rolled down one of her
brown mes.
Her knees gave way, and I caught her before she fell to the ground, pulling her head to my chest.
“It’s going to be okay, you did your best, as strong as I said you are,” I whispered.
She pushed me away and turned her back on me as if she wanted to recover from the emotional shock. Alexandra was tough and had trouble showing her vulnerabilities
*Just… leave me alone, she whispered, her voice faltering.
She took a few steps, distancing herself from the scene.
ran to Savannah, placed my hand behind her head, and pulled her carefully. She blinked, hut her eyes seemed cloudy, distant. Tears streamed down her face, her lips were pale, and she looked cold.
“Savannah,” I gasped, worried.
“He’s dead,” she cried, choking on the words…
I looked to the side, at Ruda lying in the middle of the dry leaves. His eyes were overtaken by blackness, showing the face of a dead wolf. His head was twisted at an abnormal angle, and blood was dripping from his nose and mouth. His bronzed skin had already turned too pale for a healthy boy.
Saliva burned down my throat, fasting bitter. Guilt and anger clashed inside me.
One of mine had been killed.
One of my wolves, who was under my protection. A pup who never even made it to puberty, who lived so little for mmeune with a life expectancy of five hundred years.
I turned my gaze from him, focusing back on the wounded omega. I approached and sniffed bert. There was the scent of another male on her. I pulled her tu
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me and licked the wound on her head, rubbing my tongue through the broken skin and hair strands.
