Her Alpha's Past

Young Bleidd Blackwolf peered through the tree branches. The midnight blue-colored werewolf bared his teeth and fangs and bolted down the hill. He heard a not-too-distant howl behind him. He shouldn’t get caught. He must escape. He desperately dashed for his life.

With the howls not so far behind him, he calculated that there were at least five members of the pack who were after him. For sure, the alpha was the one who was now the nearest, behind him. Now, that huge, dirty white furred wolf appeared on his line of sight. He could see the grinning face of the older wolf. It seemed to tell him that the alpha has got him already.

Bleidd cursed in his mind.

He could feel his body temperature rise and his heart beat faster. He had been running for hours since beyond the state border between Idaho and Wyoming. He did not expect to encounter the territory of a pack living nearby. He just wanted to get away from his nightmare. His parents were killed right in front of his very eyes in their home that night. It was only a few days before that that he learned what he is.

His lineage.

He screeched to a halt. Howling. Weeping.

It seemed there was nowhere to run anymore. He could hear a distant car engine coming his way. Meaning, the road was not too far from where he was. Hope filled his heart. Nonetheless, he had to face these goat-eaters whether he liked it or not.

He stood in a fighting stance, lowering the front side of his body, facing and waiting for that massive alpha to pounce at him. The latter leaped into the air to attack. He dodged. He counterattacked, fangs totally bared to take a bite. The older wolf evaded and attacked him again.

Bleidd got bitten in his hind leg, making him whimper. But he shook the other wolf off and bit back. He didn’t know exactly where he bit the enemy as instinct ordered him to do so. He didn’t let go of that chunk of flesh as though his life depended on it. At the same time, he sensed that the others already surrounded him.

It was like in a blur, and it was as if the howl of pain got muffled in the air as seconds passed by. Then there was silence, except for his labored breathing. He tore his mouth away, spitting away a chunk of meat to the ground and his mouth was bloody. The foul smell of blood went through his sensitive canine sensory. He looked down at his attacker. He was dead and slowly turned into a human. A part of his neck was hollow, covered in blood. Some pooled around him.

Bleidd heard the howling, as if in lamentation. When he turned to his left, a huge black-coated fur dashed toward the direction of the road. Before he knew what happened, a loud crash was heard. It was the kind of sound like metal scratching the road and crashed onto something massive, maybe a tree. He looked around. The others who stood there watched him, waiting it seemed. He howled at them.

In a second, they disappeared into the night. He then went on to see what happened to the car. It was totally a wreck, smoking. A small fire started.

“Help!” A small voice pleaded. “Daddy! Mommy!” The car door in the backseat opened slowly.

Bleidd quickly dragged the little girl out by biting the back collar of her autumn coat. He went back to the car and dragged the unconscious woman who was in the front seat. Her forehead was bleeding. She was far heavier than the little girl but nothing he couldn’t handle, he realized. He lay her down next to the girl at a safer distance.

He was about to get back to the car to rescue the father of the child when it suddenly blew up into flames. He howled and looked down at the black-haired little girl who just lost consciousness. Then he howled again into the dark night that was lit by the blazing car.