The Lone Wolf - The Lost Female Alpha

The scent of crushed wild mint, damp earth, and the metallic tang of an approaching storm flooded my senses. I sat under a tree in the Grey Thicket. It was peaceful here - other humans were too scared to come here but I enjoyed the isolation - the only sounds the birds in the trees and the earth humming beneath my feet. I wasn't like the girls in the town three valleys over. They smelled of cheap vanilla and dreamed of boys with shiny trucks - I dreamed of the moon. I looked for the wind. I listened for the heartbeat of the earth.

My aunt called it a gift, but as the moon began to swell in the sky, it felt more like a cage. Since she'd been gone there was no one left I could trust. She raised me until she died last year - her last words being"Never let them see your eyes silver under the moonlight. Never, ever go back to the city." I really am unsure what she meant by it but something deep within me sensed that I should obey her dying wish.

Suddenly I froze as my senses took over. Senses sharper than most humans. I looked up from bundling my herbs to a break in the trees across a clearing. I could smell the fear - sweat on the buck from fifty yards. It was a sweet, metallic tang that made my canines ache with a pressure I couldn't explain. My aunt always told me I was 'spirited,' but as my fingernails bit into the cool, damp moss, arching like claws I shouldn't possess, I knew 'spirited' was a lie. I was a predator in a girl's skin.

I readied myself to give chase, a primal urge threatening to take over me, but suddenly an overwhelming surge of guilt swamped my senses. I turned and pulled a handful of berries from a nearby bush, shovelling them into my mouth to try and swallow down the need to hunt that poor animal.

But it wasn't enough. The need thrummed through me as I pounced, running faster, inhumanely, after this deer. It sprinted off, deep into the woods as I gave chase, my heart pounding against my ribs, the excitement deafening, my senses tingling reaching deep into the forest - every sound, every smell hit me sharply, focused on finding the deer.

As I approached the clearing I saw him. He had stopped, clearly believing he was safe. I pulled my bow from my back, drawing back my arrow as I aimed, carefully between the eyes. I thought it would be more humane even if the voice inside my head was begging me to tear it apart with my bare hands. I fought the static screaming in my skull - a hungry, jagged noise - and forced my focus onto the buck as I let go, my arrow cutting through the thick air like a blade. Thwack. The arrow hit it's target and the deer fell to the ground. I approached and stroked his ears. "I'm sorry" I told him sincerely "but a girl's got to eat." That's what I told myself anyway, it was the only way to supress that nag of guilt. Deep down? It was a primal need, an urge I could not resist. The fearral beast inside me begging to come uncaged. It was terrifying.

I lifted the deer over my shoulders, weight spread evenly across my back with a set of legs either side. I had always been stronger than other girls . I looked up at the sky, the sun was beginning to set and the bruised purple hues cast long shadows over the darkening woods. I headed back towards my cabin when I suddenly got a really strange feeling. The birds stopped singing all at once

Something is wrong. The voice at the back of my mind informed me. I was inclined to agree. On closer inspection the ground had been disturbed, the scent of pine and rain had distorted into copper and burnt sage. Then I saw it. A thick trail of dark blood leading straight towards my cabin. I looked around, the feeling of being watched washing over me. I grabbed my hunting knife, dropping the buck with a thud, and slowly crept towards my cabin, following the trail of blood, to see what awaited me.

My vision was sharper now, everything felt high definition. As I approached my front porch there was a man. He was slumped against the door, badly injured. Instinct took over and I ran to him, keeping my knife steady in my hand just incase.

He wasn't just a man. His face distorted, his clothes tore, his fingers began to elongate, forming sharp claws. His irises didn't just change; they ignited, glowing with the terrifying brilliance of blue magnesium fire. His shoulder was wounded - he had been shot and was bleeding badly, but the wound appeared to have a silver glow around it's bubbling edges.

I approached him then, gently touching his wound. He winced in pain at my touch but then something changed... he dipped his head, whimpering almost submissively. Suddenly he grabbed me by the wrist, his blue glowing eyes locked on mine, filled with fear. "They're coming, Adelaide's daughter. The Blackwoods are rising... and Kaelin's Hound has caught your scent."

Who was coming? And how did this stranger know my mother's name?

I tried to pull me wrist away but, despite his injury, this creature was strong.

"Who are you? How do you know my mother's name?" I demanded. My voice came out with a low, jagged edge of command that I didn't recognize - a weight that seemed to vibrate in the very air.

The creature was clearly in agonising pain. His stench was worsening and the wound deeply inflamed, still glowing silver but bubbling worse, burning. The stench of sizzling silver and rotting ozone turned my stomach, making my very bone marrow shiver with a primal rejection. His eyes began to roll back and he was muttering incoherently.

"They're coming..." was all I could make out between the whimpers. He shuffled almost as if he were trying to bow.

"Alpha please..." I felt a surge of authority building in the depths of my soul but I couldn't understand why he was calling me that.

"No, my name is Selina" He didn't reply, his eyes had rolled back, his iron grip on my wrist loosened as he fell to the floor, unconscious.

'They're coming'. The static rang in my head, an overwhelming sense of danger, that feeling of being watched crept back in. 'Look, in his wound - a silver bolt. Drag him inside. Help him.' The voice, the static as I called it, pushed harder into my consciousness. I looked around the woodland surrounding my cabin. I focused, sharply, clearing my mind. I could hear a heart beat in the distance, getting closer. I could feel eyes watching me.

I kicked open the door and dragged the creature inside. He was beginning to look more human again but the silver bolt in his wound was almost burning his skin. I locked the door behind me and began to gather supplies - healing herbs, an anesthetic salve, tongs to remove the bolt, gauze to cover it.

I pulled him up, resting him against the cupboard in the open plan living area. My cabin was small, basic, but it had everything I needed. Animal pelts from previous hunts for warmth, a fireplace for warmth and to cook.

"Ok I need to remove this" I told him, gently peeling back the cloth of his bloodstained shirt. I could see clearer now, the silver sizzling against his skin. The smell of burnt flesh assaulted me but I tried to let it wash over me as I applied the anesthetic salve to the wound. He whimpered in pain.

"Alpha..." He whispered.

"Shh... Don't try to talk. I told you my name is Selina not Alpha. You must have the wrong person." I took the tongs and he screamed as I pulled the silver bolt from his shoulder. I immediately threw it as far away as I could - I had a strong aversion to silver I could never quite explain. I began to clean and bandage the wound. Now the silver was gone he was recovering quickly. He looked me in the eyes, a sudden sense of recognition overwhelming me despite the stench of death that clung to him. There was an underlying scent I couldn't quite place. It reminded me of something but I couldn't get to that place in my mind.

'He smells like our mother.' The static in my skull sharpened into a serrated edge. 'Ask him', it commanded, no longer a buzz but a roar. 'Who is he to us?' It always referred to me as an us. I really think I must have some kind of problem. I told my aunt about it once. She told me not to worry, that special children like me had a way of being able to connect with our subconscious. It was relentless. I was constantly trying to drown it out, to not feel like a crazy person, but today it was pushing me, taking over my awareness in ways I could not put in to words.

"You have her eyes...." He started. "The Silver Queen...."

"You are delusional" I spat. "My mother was a florist in the city."

"No Alpha. She was not." He was insistent but there was something submissive in his tone. "A florist doesn't carry the weight of a Pack in her marrow, Selina. Look at your hands... the claws are already itching to come out."

I looked down at my hands confused. My nails were perhaps too long but they definetly didn't look like claws..

"Pack? Claws? What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded. What was this nonsense about. I didn't have claws. My mother was a florist. I was sure of that. I didn't remember much about her, everything I knew came from my aunt. The only thing I remembered was her eyes.

"Many years ago, when you were just a baby, there was a coup in our pack. Knowing you were in danger she smuggled you out in a basket of wolfsbane to hide your scent. Karina was to protect you but now she is gone you are in danger."

Before I could ask how he knew both my mother and aunts names, or who the hell I needed protecting from, the static pressed deeply against my consciousness like a spike of tension. The ringing in my ears was deafening. 'Danger. Danger. He's close Selina. Let me out Selina.'

My senses suddenly sharpened. The heartbeat I had heard earlier was closer now. Focusing I could hear his breathing. I could smell the sweat on his skin. A wave of cedar, rain, and the electric charge of a coming thunderstorm crashed over me, drowning out the smell of this wounded man's fear. The enemy was closing in.

Footsteps approached now.

"My name is Elias." the wounded man told me. "I don't have time to explain but we need to get out of here. The hound will kill you. You are the only one who can stop them!" His eyes pleaded with me to leave. But this was my sanctuary and I wasn't going anywhere!

I grabbed my knife and crept into the gap between the window and the door. The scent was stronger now and combining with the smell of Elias' fear. My heart raced but not with fear - with recognition.

'Mine.' The voice inside me growled loudly. I looked through the crack in the window to see a tall, dark shadow approaching. 'Mine.' Louder this time. My heart thumped with anticipation.

"Please. He is the enemy. We need to leave!" Elias begged. I stood firm.

Suddenly, the loud thud of a heavy boot landing on the porch, then another, the door creaked. Luckily I had a safety chain so it didn't fully open. The scent was thicker now - a thick fog of cedar, rain and thunder. A deep, gravelly voice vibrated through the wood of the door sending both a chill of fear and a warm, lustful sensation straight to my core. It vibrated though the wood deep into my marrow.

"I know you're in there, Little Alpha."Don't make me rip this sanctuary apart just to get to you."

Why the fuck does everyone keep calling me that? I thought to myself. Because it is who you are. The static insisted. 'It's time to wake up Selina. It's time to accept who, and what, we are.' I couldn't understand. I didn't have time to. The stranger stood at my door still, but I was sure it wouldn't be long before he was inside.

"Under the table if you are too weak to fight!" I told Elias. That air of superiority, that pressure in my voice, made him bow to my will and he instantly hid. I don't know where it came from but all I could focus on right now was the strange yet familiar man whose scent of cedar, rain and thunder was causing all kinds of conflicting emotions within me, who was apparently trying to kill me.

The door crashed open then.The safety chain didn't just break; it shattered, the metal links screaming as they were ripped from the frame by a force that wasn't human. The tall stranger burst into the room. I wasn't going to cower in a corner and wait for him to pounce. I lunged, my hunting knife held low. I was fast, but he was a blur. He didn't just dodge; he flowed around my blade like smoke almost as if he knew where my knife was going to land.

I caught his cheek with my blade, a drop of blood hitting the floor as he swung round to try and counter, the smell of copper filling the air. I caught his gaze, his eyes, grey and cold like a calculated killer. He tried to grab my wrist with the knife but I ducked low and aimed it straight for the side of his chest.

He was too quick for me, he glided to the side and grabbed my other wrist. The moment his fingers locked around my wrist, a bolt of white-hot lightning erupted at the point of contact, searing through my skin and into my very soul. It wasn't pain. It was a roar of recognition. He slammed me against the wall, a grin spreading across his face as if he'd won.

His hand clamped around my throat, not crushing, but firm enough to remind me I was outmatched. I prepared to drive my blade into his ribs, but the moment our eyes met, the world vanished. A bolt of lightning surged through my veins, melting the ice of the static into a roaring fire. My knife clattered to the floorboards. His eyes, once cold as a winter storm, bled into a terrifying, beautiful gold. The word 'Mate' didn't just echo in the room; it vibrated in the marrow of my bones, a primal decree that silenced the static in my head. He let out a low, vibrating, inhuman grumble that made heat pool in the depths of my stomach. As heat radiated between us and our scents fused together - cedar and pine, wind and rain, earth and water - the static didn't just go silent; it bowed. It was humiliating. This man, this 'Hound' who had broken into my sanctuary, was now a permanent fixture in my soul that I couldn't fathom. Every time he breathed, I felt it in my own lungs. It wasn't a gift - it was a tether, and he held the other end with a bloody hand.

"You... you're a Blackwood. But you're not a ghost." he said breathlessly.

"Get off me, you murderer!" I screamed. I tried to fight him off but the static was giving up the fight. It was almost like it wanted him to claim me. Well, I was not dying today!

The Hound didn't flinch. He leaned in until his scent - cedar and rain - overwhelmed the room.

"I am exactly what Kaelin made me, Little Alpha," he whispered. I shuddered as a spike of pity mixed with the hard hatred my mind was feeling, the hatred the static kept trying to deny me. "I've tracked, I've broken, and I've killed. If you want to survive the night, you'd better pray I'm better at killing than the monsters currently surrounding your house." He stepped backwards slightly, examining me from head to toe, his gaze softening into disbelief.

"I hadn't believed it was true" he almost whispered. "I thought the Silver Queen's heir was long gone." He let go and bowed his head.

I still could not understand why people kept bowing to me or why people kept insisting my mother was a Silver Queen.

"I don't know what the hell you are talking about" I spat "Who the hell are you?"

"They call me The Hound but my name is Finn" he explained. "I am lead enforcer for the Blackwood Pack - run by Kaelin since the death of your mother."

"My mother died when I was born!" I stated, although deep down something about that had never sat right with me.

"No. She sent you away to save you." He informed me. "Elias" He snarled, "Stop breathing so fucking loudly or I swear to the Gods I will snap your neck."

"I already tried to tell her" Elias crept out slowly from under the table, cowering slightly at The Hound's glare.

"I've been hunting a ghost... but you're flesh and blood. And you're mine." The Hound growled softly, a primal, guttural growl.

Elias gasped. "She's your fated mate?" He collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"I belong to no one!" I declared but the static seemed to have other ideas. He just met me. How could he possibly know this? At the same time though, the way my body had reacted, the way the word had filled my mind... it was all just too much to handle right now.

To make things worse my senses sharpened again. I could hear distant howls, gradually getting closer, five, maybe six heartbeats closing in. The scent of death, rot and oxidisation overwhelmed my senses.

'They're coming for us.' The static informed me. It was right. I could smell them, I could feel them.

"Elias" the hound turned to face him.

"Yes Finn.. I mean sir..." he cowered at the Hound's feet. Or should I say Finn as apparently that was his name.

"I was sent to capture or conquer the heir. Kaelin wants her head. We need to work together to get her out of here." He explained to Elias as if I wasn't in the room.

Rage began to build inside me.

"I can look after myself thanks!" I snarled at them both. I lifted the sheepskin rug in front of the hearth to reveal a trap door. "I'm not waiting around for them. Are you coming?" I lifted the door and began to head down the steps.

"I was sent to capture you but now I'm the only thing standing between you and a shallow grave. So yes. We're leaving." Finn declared as if it was his idea in the first place. He followed me down the steps, Elias scurrying along just after, closing the door behind him.

I headed back up the steps to nail the door closed, then led the men down the small, dark, dug out tunnel to my saferoom where I stored my weapons and emergency supplies.

"Won't they find us?" Elias whimpered. God he was such a wimp! I was going to get fed up of him pretty quickly

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"We're going to my saferoom." I explained. "The doors only open one way - the first in, the second out. Once it's sealed from the inside I'll rig the tunnel to collapse. Anyone who manages to follow us down will be trapped and we will be long gone." I thought I'd never have to use this. I had never even been down here before. Aunt Karina had told me about it.

"If anything ever happens any you need to escape, go down to the tunnels. There is a safe room with supplies and only one way in and one way out." I had asked her why I would ever need it. Now I knew. It appeared she had been keeping my true identity a secret all my life. Everything she had taught me had led to this moment.

"So what now?" Finn asked. He placed his hand on my back to steady me, sending a jolt of pure heat straight to my core.

"We stock up and we leave. Once we are somewhere safe we will formulate a plan."

"You don't understand Alpha." Elias tried to explain. "As long as you are alive you will never be safe. Kaelin wants you dead!"

"Who the fuck is Kaelin?" I demanded. That thick assertive fog filled the air again and it was almost as if Elias was forced to answer as he blurted out:

"Your mother's murderer".