Alpha Ryker's Little Witch

My eyes swept over the dark green forest of steady ancient majestic trees standing tall on the ground. The deep green plant life had a calming effect on my eyes, mind, and soul. It was always amazing to look at the green moss engulfing the tree bark every time I came here.

I spent most of my free time in this particular part of the forest, away from the prying and judgmental eyes of my pack members. It was my perfect getaway from the busy life in the pack.

The treetops swayed in the wind, crashing and bumping against each other. There was something peaceful about sitting on the crinkly forest floor, resting my back on a gnarled tree.

I lifted my face, staring at the canopy that only allowed a few scattered afternoon sunrays to filter through. The minimal mellow sun penetrated through the different shades of green leaves, lighting up the ground with polka dots.

The pack members avoided this part of the forest, but I loved it. It meant that I wouldn't deal with werewolves running or passing by and disturbing my peace. The werewolves were creatures of absolute freedom and suckers for nature, especially forests. While they enjoyed going for runs and hunting, they didn't like passing by this particular spot.

They knew where there was enough prey to satisfy their hunting thrill. Lucky for me, this wasn't one of the prey-invested places. Most pack members didn't like me because I was not of their kind. I was the only witch amongst them, and it had remained so since my parents passed away.

What the pack didn't know was that I could tell what each of their hearts harbored. Their characters were visible and clear to me by the small clouds that hovered over their heads.

Some pretended to be kind-hearted and loving, but their clouds, which were grey in color, showed something different-something more sinister and full of malice. The color of their clouds represented their traits.

I saw through each of their facades, but never once did I let them know. It was my secret. A secret that my mum begged me on her death bed to guard and protect. She made it clear that my mate would be the only person that I could trust. I had learned how to block the clouds over time. I had mastered the art of switching off the part of my mind that projected all these images. I only switched it on once in a while, usually when I wanted to put my mind to work. Seeing people's traits wasn't the only gift I possessed. I could use my fingers to light up a fire and put it out. I could move things with my mind, but that always ended up draining the energy from my body. Healing was also a gift I had, and the side effects depended on the extent of the sickness.

I watched as birds twittered and flew from tree to tree, landing gracefully on the branches. I enjoyed listening to their dulcet songs. The sounds always brought forth a smile on my face.

The woodsy smell of the forest floor was unique and caused by the fallen rotting tree branches. I drew in a long breath, breathing in the earthy scent as I enjoyed the gentle caress of the cool breeze on my cheeks.

This was indeed satisfactory. Being away from the insults and the recurrent rude remarks refreshed me. Goddess knew I needed this peaceful alone time once in a while. I had never wronged anyone in the pack. In fact, I had only helped them. Time and time again, I would help heal the injured pack members, especially the warriors.

But as the saying goes, the gratitude of a donkey is a kick. It was no use thinking about them when nature was capable of making me smile. Perhaps their ill treatment toward me would someday come to an end, just like the leaves that fall on the ground and gradually rot. New ones always sprout on the trees.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the crunching of the crinkly leaves and grass. Listening in closely, I could determine the number of footsteps padding on the ground. There were at least two people moving toward my direction. I didn't want to risk anything. They could be bad people, and there was no way I was waiting there to find out. I could have held my own and defended myself, but I always avoided such situations. I hated confrontation with my whole being and today wasn't going to be the day I suddenly liked it.

In an instant, I jumped onto the lowest branch of a tree, gripping it with my right hand. My left hand was on the trunk with my thighs on either side of it. I had done this so many times with my late father. I had no problem using my upper body strength and calves to push myself up the tree. I climbed up gracefully and quickly to avoid being seen by the approaching party.

The tree was bushy. Its dark green leaves were so big that it was easy to hide in between them and go unnoticed. I always masked my scent so nobody would detect me up here, werewolf or not.

Once I was further up in the tree, I made myself comfortable on one of the branches behind the leaves. I was confident no one would see me here unless they were specifically looking for me.

Even before I looked down at the ground, I heard weak, despairing, feminine whimpers. The sounds were so soft and feeble, they were barely audible. When I finally looked down, my eyes grew wide as they took in the scene. The shock, however, wore off quickly and was replaced by uncensored anger.

Below me on the ground was a petite girl around my height-maybe 5 ft. She was a sobbing mess with her arms tied behind her back with what seemed like rope.

Her clothes were torn and tattered, clearly by claws. Her brown hair stuck to her face and some strands were caught in between her thin pale lips.

A stench of dried blood hit my nose. I confirmed the smell by looking at the bruises on her arms and legs.

A large hand with a veiny arm gripped her right elbow, holding her in place. Her feeble attempts to break free from the monster of a man were futile. She was firmly held, and clearly there wasn't going to be a miraculous escape for her. The owner of the hand was a tall individual, 6 feet or more.

Even from this height, I could see how his eyes bulged out of their sockets. His nose was slightly crooked. His hair was surprisingly kempt, but his menacing smile was clearly that of a dangerous person.

His presence commanded a dark evil power that sent chills down my spine, but I wasn't one to back down. I had an advantage over him because he didn't know about my presence.

The girl wouldn't look at him. She only kept begging. She was barely audible. Her voice sounded hoarse-probably from crying or screaming too much.

I needed to help this girl and I needed to do it fast. I watched as he pushed her to the ground with her hands still tied behind her back.

He didn't utter a word. His expression didn't falter at the girl's cry for mercy. He had a determined look on his face. He was on a mission—a mission that he was set on completing but not in my presence.

He tore the girl's dress completely, leaving her bare for him to do as he wished. But again, not when I was watching.

My fingertips were burning, ready to light up this evil man and burn him to ashes. But I couldn't allow myself to lose control. Otherwise, I'd end up lighting up the entire forest and hurting the poor girl even further. I needed to try and climb down the tree as stealthily as possible.

I wanted to look him dead in his eyes as he gasped for his last breath. Goddess, here I was thinking about killing him when I had never taken any life before, not even that of an insect. But the girl's appearance stirred something in me. His actions disgusted me, and the helpless girl lying on the leafy forest floor ignited a rage in me. As much as I tried applying patience, the need to protect overcame my control, and without thinking twice, I jumped down, landing gracefully on the ground.

His frame turned in my direction as my landing caught the man's attention. He was surprised at first, but he quickly changed to something different and sinister. His nose flared up before a series of loud sniffs from him filtered over the sound of the birds and other small creatures.

"No smell on you. Masked it?" His menacing voice filtered over the girl's cries, stirring a feeling of revenge in the pit of my stomach.

"Hmmmm," he hummed before continuing. "Doesn't matter. More pussy for me," he uttered in a sick, grave voice that cultivated even more rage inside of me.

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I snarled in return, looking deep into his unblinking dark eyes. They were just two balls of nothingness except, of course, malicious intent.

I had no use talking to him. My fingers were letting out small sparkles. Either he couldn't see the sparkles, or he just ignored them.

I cast one look at the girl. She was still sobbing but looking at me with terror in her eyes. She was afraid for me afraid for my life and not hers.

Her cloud was pink. This girl was kind, selfless, loving, caring. Even when her life was on the line, she was still terrified for me.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking the two of you." He snaked his tongue over his shrunken, dry lower lip.

"And I'm going to have fun killing you." The voice was deep, commanding, and more powerful than the evil man's voice. The thunderous, crippling sound of it captured our attention.

As our heads turned at almost the same time, Alpha Ryker, a god among men, emerged from the trees. His long strides were calculated and heavy on the forest floor as he approached. I hadn't even heard him approach, and by the look on the man's face, he hadn't either. How had he managed to be so stealthy?

His aura was like a powerful storm. It alone forced us to kneel on one knee, eyes cast down to the ground. We recognized him as the Alpha, the leader. His boot-clad feet finally came to a halt in front of the captor.

"We meet again." There was a pause in his cold statement as his face twitched in pure, unfiltered anger. "Jax," he addressed the man as his lips pulled into a malicious smile.

The man, Jax, looked utterly terrified. His empty black eyes now showed raw fear. I swore I could see his frame shaking in the Alpha's presence.

I had never felt such relief in my life as the Alpha towered over us with his unwavering, fiery gaze fixed on the man on his knees. After another whimper from the girl, the Alpha turned his gaze to us, briefly looking at the girl before finally looking at me.

His expression wavered briefly before he blinked then turned back to Jax.

"Let the fun begin," Alpha Ryker smirked.

And then he lunged.