This made me stop.
Oh.
But he said he wasn’t coming?
What brought him? Was I too caught up in June that the Alpha had to come himself?
Shame filled my bloodstream as I felt like I had disappointed him.
“He asked us to gather.” They explained, sitting around the small clearing.
I leaned against a tree. “Where is he?”
They nodded towards the distant lights of the mansion. “In his room, I believe, but he said he would be here soon.”
We waited quite a long time in that clearing, my clothes dry by the time he arrived. He emerged from the shadows, his presence dangerous and foreboding. If possible, the dark clearing we were in became even darker.
“Alpha,” I began, ready to apologize.
“We will not be continuing the attack.” He said in his deep baritone that shook the trees.
Everyon
