Lost Treasure: Into the City

I can’t sleep. I toss and turn. This time it isn’t because I'm avoiding watching my siblings die again. No, it is the anticipation of the fight. I need to do well, if I’m ever going to get stronger, I need a trainer. Who better than the leader of a territory?

Word on the street is Logan is legendary. Anyone who can get to be one of his fighters is considered blessed. The leaders of other territories either love him or hate him but it’s for the same reason. His fighters are just about undefeated. They rank the highest by skill, endurance, and strength.

The fact he agreed to check me out tells me a lot about Bill’s professional relationship with him. As far as Logan knows, I’m just a human. I wouldn’t mind him knowing who I’m am, but I need to see if I can trust him first. I’m guessing it won’t take him long to figure it out anyway.

For what Bill told me, being an alpha’s child makes me valuable. We are genetically stronger, faster, and smarter than other werewolf ranks. Plus, the fact I’m female make me vulnerable to male predators. Meaning low ranking males seeking better bloodlines. So, hiding my alpha scent is really important until I’m under Logan’s protection.

I’m more concerned about hiding my age, who lets a fifteen-year-old fight in a secret fight club. Even 16 is still pushing it. However, in the werewolf world juvenile wolves are expected to fight to protect the pack, if an attack were to occur. So, fighting at 16 isn’t unusual.

Not only do I not look my age, but my level of skill and education is higher. Must be because of the alpha gene, plus I always strive for the next level. I can definitely pass as 17.

I swing my legs off the cot and pull on my gray running shorts and black running tank top. I slip my feet into my sneakers and tie them tight. I pull my hair in to a ponytail and tie my black bandanna across my forehead.

Taking out my smartphone, I hook up my earbuds and shove the earpiece into my ears. I get my playlist I downloaded from Pandora playing. My favorite running jams is electric club with a heavy bass. The thump of it remains me of a heartbeat.

Stuffing the keys to the back door of the restaurant in my bra, I slip out the door into the back alley. The night air is cool and crisp, still smells bad like trash and pollution, but I’m getting use to it. I start my run. The streets are empty, streetlights pass overhead every 15 feet. I ran for twenty minutes, I stop and rest on a bench near the lake.

I like to come here; for one the air smells better, and two the movement of the water relaxes me. Down at the far end of the beach I see a few dogs playing. They jump into the water then race out chasing each other. They tear ass toward my direction.

As they get closer, I realize that they are not just dogs, but wolves. They’re so involved into each other they didn’t realize I’m watching. It seems so long since I’ve seen one. They’re three times bigger than a regular wolf. One is silver and black, the other is brown and white.

They growl as they wrestle, kicking sand into the air. I smile at the simplicity of their joy. Unfortunately, they remind me of the twins. They weren’t wolves yet, but they would play the same way. Their laughter filled the pack house. It usually ended up with one of them crying and me being the referee. Goddess I miss them.

A single tear leaves my eye and rolls down my cheek. I close my eyes and put my face into hands. It became suddenly silent. So, I look up only to see two pairs of yellow eyes looking into my eyes. They had stopped their game and sat about eight feet away from me.

It’s easy to forget how dangerous they are because of their beauty. I’m not worried. If they were going to attack, they would have already. I lean back and wipe my face. They look at each other than cock their head to the side.

I guess my fearlessness is confusing them or the fact a “human” is in a heavily populated wolf zone at 3 in the morning weeping like a child. I’d say the latter.

The thought causes me to chuckle. They jump back at the sudden noise. I look past them to see a man walking our way. Only wearing black shorts, his muscular body shimmers in the moonlight. His chest flex and twitch as his dark eyes burn into my sapphire eyes. His long hair is pulled back and wet.

I gasp as my eyes widens causing the two wolves to spin around to follow my gaze. They shrink, tucking their tails in an act of submission. They back away from me giving him room to walk through. He smirks as he strides up to me stopping a foot in front of me.

I look up at his chiseled handsome face. He smells of pine needles and cedar. His dominance rolls off his body like the mist coming of the lake. I can’t stop the corners of my lips from curving up. He is intimidating but I don’t feel fear. Our eyes have locked but I know the game. I’m not looking away, even though it’s an open challenge.

His reaction surprises me, he laughs. His laugh is deep and booming. His eyes leave mine only because he’s laughing so hard tears blind him. He plops down next to me still carrying on. I slide away to the end of the bench slowly.

After he settles down, he turns to me and studies me. I’m still smiling, for what reason I have no idea. His eye travels my whole body. I’m looking straight ahead leaning casually against the back of the bench.

After a long silence he finally says, “Are you lost?”