Savannah’s Alpha

Weird Day

Jameson left The Daily Grind as if the place were on fire. He HAD been on fire standing in there, just a few feet away from her. He got in his truck and gripped the steering wheel so tightly he could feel it changing shape.

It couldn’t be. Not her.

But he knew. Her white blonde hair, emerald green eyes, her laugh. There was no denying it.

“J, were the hell is the coffee”

Callum’s words broke the spell and he started the truck and peeled out of the parking lot.

“They were out of coffee”

…

Savannah tried to focus. Her professor was lecturing on neuromuscular disorders. There was a test tomorrow. But Savannah had other things on her mind. Well, one other thing and his name was Jameson.

Curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she had searched for him on every social media platform. She didn’t know his last name, but had tried his first name with Gabby’s last name. They were cousins, maybe they had the same last name. But nothing was coming up under “Jameson Black”. She had scoured Gabby’s IG followers and still came up empty handed.

If he had social media, he was great at hiding it. She left class and headed back to her dorm. Grad students didn’t usually stay in dorms, but Savannah was an out of state student, coming to Maine to get out of the city.

“Savannah!”

It was Greg, her musician friend. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she hadn’t even noticed him approaching.

“Hey Greg” Savannah smiled.

“What’s up, you look lost”

Savannah sighed. “It’s been kind of a weird day. What are you up to?”

“I was going to hike the flume, it’s really nice foliage this time of year. You want to come?”

Savannah hesitated. Growing up in the city, she had never hiked before. But she needed to do something to clear her mind and a hike sounded like a good idea.

By 4pm Savannah and Greg had made their way to the top of the flume. Greg had been right, it was beautiful. The sun was slowly sinking, and bright orange and red leaves made a picturesque backdrop. “Wow” Savannah took a deep breath, enjoying the fall air.

Greg sat on a boulder and pulled out a harmonica from his backpack. Savannah sat down beside him. He played a few songs and Savannah sang along.

“You have an amazing voice”

Savannah looked down self consciously. “I’m better on a harp. Or violin. Or a freaking banjo” she joked.

Greg tucked a stray blonde hair behind her ear. “I’d love to hear you play the banjo sometime” he chuckled.

Savannah had a feeling she knew where this was going. He was going to make a move. She didn’t know if she should let him or stand up and end it before it began. He was cute, with his sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and she enjoyed his company. But would it complicate their friendship and musical collaboration?

He was leaning in. She had to think fast.

A piercing howl rippled through the woods, stopping them both. It sounded close and threatening. The sun hadn’t set yet. Did coyotes and wolves come out in the daylight?

Greg stood up, shoving his harmonica into his bag. “Let’s go” he ordered, grabbing Savannah’s hand and pulling her down the trail.

Another howl echoed across the flume. They broke into a run. “What the hell is that?” Savannah yelled as she stumbled down the path, nearly falling into the rapids of the flume beside her.

“I don’t want to find out” Greg said solemnly, steadying Savanah as they raced back down to the car.