*Lydia*
"My Alpha?" I call.
My feet skid over the cobblestones and onto the cool grass, velvet beneath my soles. It's so much like home, even if it's considerably chillier. Home, where I understand all the rules. Home, where my strength resides.
"Alpha Blackwood?" I call out as we near the pond. Lamps on either side of the bridge provide a faint glow that reflects off the inky water.
“Grayson!” I half yell.
I dig in my heels and jerk back. His hold loosens. Flailing my arms, I lose my balance and land on the ground with a thud.
He spins around. "You had no right."
His voice is calm, calm enough to be frightening in its intensity. As though he had harnessed all his anger, but at any moment he will give it freedom. Like the calm before the storm. I have experienced enough hurricanes t
