Chapter 5 The Young Alpha of the hostile pack

The Young Alpha of the hostile Pack

Emma's POV

I swallow the lump in my throat. Why does my fate always leave me in terrible situations? It turns out that Charlotte's pack is none other than the famous Night Howlers Pack. The pack is as huge and powerful as the Moonshade Pack.

In fact, Moonshade and the Night Howlers Pack are allies. Though that's only for show. The reality is that they are enemies. Once I asked Michael about them, and he told me that the new Alpha of this pack demanded to cut off the alliance which his father had established before with our Alpha. I don't know why he wants to break the alliance, but it's obvious that he wants to take over our pack for his own gains.

So the relationship between the two packs has been rough since the new Alpha started to rule in the Night Howlers Pack. And right now, I am close to its borders.

The borders of the Night Howlers Pack are marked by a dense forest that stretches as far as the eye can see. Towering pine trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwining to form a natural barrier against intruders.

As we venture deeper into the woods, the air grows thick with the scent of pine and earth, a reminder that I am entering territory that belongs to the pack. The ground beneath our feet is covered in a thick carpet of fallen leaves and moss, muffling our footsteps as I read carefully through the underbrush.

My heart pounds loudly in my chest with each step we take. I am having second thoughts now. This looks like a bad idea. They will certainly not like a member of the Moonshade Pack to enter their territory. What if the Alpha captures me, then puts me in a cell and tortures for information?

The thought makes me shiver in fear. I don't think Michael will even try to save me from them if something happens. He will be happy that I am their captive. My chest feels heavy on remembering how he rejected me without listening to my side of the story.

We are right across the border, only a few steps away from crossing it. The border is demarcated by a line of ancient stone pillars, weathered and moss-covered from years of standing guard against the forest. Each pillar is engraved with intricate symbols.

My feet feel stuck to the muddy ground beneath. The tall pillars look intimidating, as if they will crush me under their weight if I take another step forward. Even though I was committing suicide just a while ago, I don't want to die in the hands of another pack.

They will make sure I have a painful death.

Charlotte tugs my hand, "Come. Why are you standing here?" She looks up at me, but there is no sign of perplexity on her face. She is calm, as if she can read me. "Don't worry, Matthews is nice. He does not hurt anyone unless they do something wrong. You have done nothing wrong, so you have nothing to worry about." Her words feel very soothing and for some reason, it seems to me that she is not just talking about this situation, but about Ava's death.

I try to calm myself, and ask, "You did not tell me. Who is your brother in this pack? I mean, what rank is he?"

Every pack has a few ranks, so the people who live in a pack are identified through their ranks. After the Alpha, it's the Beta and Gamma who are higher in the rank ladder. Anything lower than this is considered to be of low rank. Except the warriors who are trained to protect the pack from danger like soldiers do.

Charlotte smiles, "I will introduce him once we get inside. So let's go." She tugs at my hand again, pulling me towards the road between the pillars. that separates the pack from the forest. As we walk through the path that's draped in darkness, the air turns a few degrees cold and I shiver.

"I don't think this is a good idea. How about I leave you here and return?" I ask, feeling uneasy. My wolf, Accalia, nods. She feels it too. This strange, uncomfortable feeling. As if there's something across the border that's waiting for me.

"And where will you go? You don't want to go back to your family that abandoned you and told you to die, do you? " She asks, and I leave her hand, taken aback by her words. How does she know?! This information is not something she can hear from someone else.

Then does she really know a lot? But that's not my priority. I should decide whether I can trust her or not at this moment.

Charlotte takes my hand, and gently pats it, "Everything will be alright. I promise you."

I am about to respond when I hear footsteps thundering on the ground. We both turn to see a group of bulky men walking towards us. But it's the man walking ahead who catches my attention. He looks tall, and fair with black hair, but I can't make out the rest of his features because he is a little far.

Charlotte gets excited, her eyes sparkling on seeing them. Does she know them well?

"Come on. He's here,"

"Who?" I don't get to finish my question, as she drags me towards the entrance of the pack that's at the end of the path and I try to not stumble on the rocks. The moment my boots fall on the hard ground of the Night Howlers Pack, and the sun hits me again, goosebumps sail down my skin. The air buzzes with an electric force that is common to experience when you step into another pack. Especially if you are not a part of it.

On getting closer and having more light, the man's appearance becomes clear and I feel a shortness of breath. He is the most handsome guy I have ever laid eyes on.

He's built like a brick house, all lean muscle and broad shoulders. His white button-up shirt looks like it's about to burst at the seams, trying to contain the sheer bulk of his chest and arms. And those arms? They're like tree trunks, all sinewy and strong.

But it's his face that really catches my eye. It's like it's been carved out of stone, But it's his face that really catches my eye. It's like it's been carved out of stone, every line and angle just perfect. And don't even get me started on his jawline-it's so sharp, I could probably use it to slice bread. But the thing that really grabs my attention? His eyes. They're this deep, mesmerizing shade of green that I swear I've seen somewhere before. But where? That's the million-dollar question.

Despite the presence of several towering figures surrounding him, he radiates an authority that only an Alpha can command. Dominance and power emanate from his posture like waves crashing against the shore. Accalia starts to get restless and moves around, whimpering. What's up with my wolf? The moment our eyes meet, he strides towards me with powerful, threatening steps.