Her Savior Alpha

It was time to shift. My Lycan sent a pulsation of waves through my body letting me know it was due to takeover. I had to get out of the way and let it spring forward. Being out of my body was hard to describe, my human body stepped to the side and my wolf slid in and attached to me. I barely could understand how it could happened, but before I had been too scared to be in my body with my wolf and now it seemed I was strong enough to stand with it.

Finally the moment of reckoning would take place. Before I knew my wolf it was a moment I dreaded. I wanted to escape from the shackles Dane bound me in, but now I with the power and expertise of my Lycan, support from Archer and Clive I was ready to fight for the pack, and to fight for what I believed in.

My fur was sweat soaked as I’d been run ragged in human form, but my Lycan cleared everything restoring my strength. Lush green forest surrounded me, and the path was more deceiving I was thinking due to a prior downpour. Tangled vines reached out to wrap around my paw threatening to keep me stuck, but then my Lycan came in to clear them from my path as the cords of the vines cut seared away from its light. I wondered what it was about me and being in the woods when it was getting dark. Burning bright as I ran my eyes began to smart as the wind cut over my fur. I’d never felt so wild, primal and free. I was charging towards my greatest enemy, and it was a damn shame it was a loved one.

If I turn back the hands of time I would wish to bring my family back in order to redo the past, but dwelling over the old would serve no one. I had a pack to save, and my Lycan and I were the only ones who could do it. My Lycan was on the scent and didn’t even need to stop for second wind. My nostrils were picking up the changes in the soil itself, it was as my hypersensitivity had increased to an exponential level. My Lycan moved at lightning speed as the forest whirred past me. It leapt over large sloped and jagged rocks ready to devour its prey. My wolf was infuriated and the light of my wolf spirit beamed brighter than ever.

Halting suddenly as I reached a small clearing enveloped with pine trees, a large grassy patch surfaced as a chilling fog hung in the middle of it appearing almost like the tunnel of a hurricane. I cast my eyes skyward staring at the violent purple of the sky. The stage was set for the showdown as I trained my sight around the field. Dane was here, otherwise my Lycan would not have stopped. One paw inched forward as my Lycan leaned in on his front paws baring its teeth, only to see Dane standing in the middle of the fog with his pupils shining with death written in them.

Dane and I had never made contact telepathically, so it was not certain if that was something my Lycan was capable of. It didn’t walk in a straight line to Dane, it circled around him on the outside of the clearing giving wide berth to its next move. Dane stayed cemented in place as a low belly growl rumbled in my Lycan’s stomach. Stalking its prey and setting up the arena is pretty much what the game was. Bats of the night shot in front of the emerging moon’s light as the game began.

Dane inched forward to my Lycan, defences wide open with a brash cockiness. My Lycan was having none of it. Soon the games would end and one of us would attack. My Lycan wanted Dane to begin the proceedings first so it could see where he would be open.

Dane had become a greedy, deranged man so he wasted no time in pouncing first. As Dane leapt into the air, my wolf opened their claws and sliced into the air catching the bottom of Dane’s paw. Dane landed close to my wolf, but my Lycan had learned new movements and rolled out of the way under Dane. Dane recovered quickly to reach out with his left hind leg to kick my Lycan in the eye. It closed over to avoid losing sight and lunged at Dane. My Lycan unleashed its potent power and swiped in three successions. Once - right - twice - left hitting its mark every time. Dane could barely contain his composure as a wail that sounded more like a whale sounded off. Fangs revealed my Lycan took no prisoners sinking its razor-like teeth into his belly. Once he got a hold of Dane who was an imposing wolf it tried to open up wounds in his abdomen. Once this happened it would leave Dane helpless. If all of his innards were to be taken out how would he function?

Dane bucked using his power to propel himself back up with an open puncture wound. That’s when the unthinkable happened Dane spoke to Vera - or rather her wolf via telepathic communication.

So. I see your wolf has gained in knowledge. He huffed and appeared to be running out of steam as the air changes ran from his mouth in the form of a wispy fog.

More than you can ever know. I have the knowledge already. I am ancient. Do you not understand?

Dane stalked around my Lycan in a tight circle searching desperately for a clear opening, but could not find one. My Lycan studied Dane as the fog of the night cloaked Dane for a microsecond. Dane used the opportunity not to stand and fight, but to run. His legs stretched out over the clearing as my Lycan chased in hot pursuit. Dane’s wolf was solid, heavy in fact mirroring the musculature of Clive yet he was quicker, by a step or two, or maybe more seasoned than the Lycan which was hard to fathom.

The small clearing that began the battle became no more as Dane cut through a small trail that could barely fit the breadth of either of the wolves on it, but Vera’s Lycan was gaining. She was determined to crush Dane’s old bones in her teeth and drag him back to the pack as a victory cloak. Dane evaded Vera a little longer as he worked on an upward trajectory above a ravine.

Smart move Dane. I’m impressed, my Lycan replied via mindlink. The reason being the ravine was a small gap and contained a stream of water below however it was deep enough that if either one of them slipped it was lights out in the water.

I am an alpha. If you think you have more strength than me, you are about to find out I can match your wolf in ways you would never believe.

I am an ancient warrior. You will not stand. You have lost your way and tried to hurt my human. You must die or surrender.

Never bitch! So, the battle continued as Vera’s wolf climbed the oblong, and irregularly shaped rocks landing softly and with grace so as not to fall into the dark stream of death.

The chase spanned over rocks that sat above the ravine and the operation was a delicate one. Dane had to come down sometime, and as he grew tired of navigating the rocky terrain he descended down to the forest floor as the light of the waning moon peeking through the branches offering its illumination for the fight.

My wolf clambered down the rocks as one plummeted into the water below splashing loudly.

Tsk, tsk, could have been you. You should try to be more careful Vera. You’ve always been a clumsy one.

A simmer of rage exploded in my wolf as it pushed one of the boulders opposite Dane into the one he was standing on acting as a ten pin bowling ball. The boulder crashed into him hitting him on his front paws. The forward motion of the boulder must have been enough to cause pain as Dane lifted one of his crushed paws howling to the moon.

Now, who should be more careful eh Dane? Give up now, before it gets worse. Where will you run to. You have to go home soon. I will either wait for you here or there. Your choice. The result will be the same.

Shut up you irreverent beast!

This is when Dane made a 180 turn catching Vera off guard and swiping hard at her Lycan’s face. The end of one of his claws connected with Vera’s snout as the rush of blood flowed from the gash opening up. My Lycan stumbled backwards shaking off the pain of the blow. I had a hard time regaining my footing, but somehow I gathered my faculties enough to stand again. Blood clouded my eye for a moment as I swiped blindly in the direction of Dane. I knew his presence was there because the fire from his anger surrounded me.

Blow for blow, we pounded one another with one blow after the other. The fight was so cold blooded my Lycan had gone numb. Dane and my Lycan wrestled on ground and at one point my Lycan had him pinned underneath. My Lycan took one paw slicing over Dane’s face cutting its snout wide open as he’d done to my Lycan. As a little girl Dane had watched Vera with ambivalence, almost as if she was a throw away. His cold eyes would show her minimal affection, but at the time Vera was too young to be annoyed by it, but now Vera understood why. She knew that Dane had never liked her. A loose memory card flashed in Vera’s eye.

“It would have been more optimal if you had a boy. Better for the pack. Mount Hunter could use more crusaders.” I’d been tucked into my mother’s side holding onto her leg, wrapping myself around her. An aroma of lavender, geranium and pine needles permeated the air. She’d been humming as she mixed up her sweet smelling potions. I never knew all the uses for them, but I would help her grind them together with the mortar and pestle, and go harvest the pine needles.

My mother just laughed then, she would shoo my grandfather away as she patted me on the back.

“Vera will be just fine. She has many skills, you wait and see, she’s quite a special wolf.” My mother would wink at me when she called me a special wolf. I never quite understood what she meant by that, but now in the midst of a power battle with my disgruntled father her sentiment stood true.

“Hmpf. She might be useful for birthing pack members, I suppose your right. If she turns out to be anything like you then I will be happy.”

He said it, but the dissonance in his voice alerted me at that age that I existed as an annoying fly to him that needed to be swatted.

Returning to the fight I reclaimed the power I’d been gifted through my lineage as I opened up the wound near Dane’s eye. My methods were to make it hard for him to see. A yelp of pain rumbled through the forested corridor as I prepared to pierce his jugular as the last step of the process.

He flipped his large frame up from the ground writing in the air as our bodies bumped together. There was a door of weakness in my Lycan, it was growing tired and I wanted it to rest, so when Dane bolted through the woods to run, a wash of relief covered me. I would have time to regenerate and power up to defeat him. Running forward through scrub dipping in and behind trees I stopped with my Lycan shaking. Between the bursts of sprinting, fighting, defending and including wounding my Lycan was tired. So tired the breath of my Lycan was lagging and its labored breath would soon be the opening of attack from Dane.

He’d formed a ring around my Lycan trotting behind trees and remaining still. This was his domain, and he was a seasoned alpha full of techniques and strategies to keep himself out of harms way. There was no light shone on him so I couldn’t see and my heightened senses weren’t working as well as they should have been. Heaving and collecting as much oxygen as I could I missed Dane’s arc of deception to pounce on me from behind a sturdy, hollowed out pine. The strike to my back leg hampered me as I fell off balance slamming to the ground as the pile of leaves around me lifted to the sky.

The searing pain cut so deep my wolf disappeared and I shifted back to human form as the weak, vulnerable Vera. I was naked deep in the forest with a grandfather who despised me since birth. I had nowhere to run and hide as adrenaline and the large lacerated wound on my leg bled.

Reily had done well to escape. Dane was one of the most powerful wolves I’d ever encountered. I trusted my Lycan, but it had been defeated now.

Dane padded around me as I started to shift. I was balled up in the fetal position. As a human there wasn’t much I could do and I could feel my Lycan was done with the fight.

Ah yes. Vera. The ones whose bones I’ve broken countless times. Now you’ve come back to me. Poor little girl. The orphan with no mother or father. No-one to hear your cries. Just me when I strip you bare of all your dignity.

When I’m done with you Dane, you will wish you never had a granddaughter. I didn’t know where the fight came from, but it was there.