Alpha Dreams

Chapter 3

Gunner’s POV

My wolf is raging with anger at the thoughts of what could have happened to her. I have never felt this much anger in my life. I want more than anything to find her and whoever took her so I can make them pay.

I can’t hold back the howl that is threatening to escape any longer. I want Molly to know that I’m coming for her, and whoever it is that took her will die for touching my mate.

I inhale the fabric deeply before being to search for the trail. Right as I start to close in on it, I hear lots of commotion coming across the creek. I guess my pack members also heard my howl.

I hear my brother Bronx in the mind-link, “Gunner, what is going on? Why are you leaving the pack territory?

I have to find her.

“Find who?”

I don’t have time for this. She needs me.

“Who needs you?”

Look, man, I’m going to find her. I don’t care what anyone says I’m going.

“Gunner, stop. You are not making any sense.”

The girl from dreams Molly she is in trouble. I have to find her.

“What! Your joking, right? Dude, it was a dream. She wasn’t real.”

I shift back and push the torn piece of clothing into his wolf’s face. See, she is real, and she was here. I have to find her.

 Bronx shifts back. His eyes go wide as he takes the clothing from my hand. He looks it over for a minute before handing it back to me.

“Dude, how do you know that this hasn’t been here for a while?”

It’s hers, trust me, I know. I yell at him.

“Alright, man, I believe you. But what are you going to tell dad?”

Dad doesn’t need to know about this until after I find her and see that she is safe.

“Umm, that’s going to be hard considering you alerted the entire pack and probably anyone who was within 500 yards that you were pissed and coming. Dad would have for sure heard you.”

Shit, I was not even thinking. I was just consumed with thoughts of Molly and the dream I had where someone was after her that I did not consider Dad coming to see what was going on.

“Gunner, Shhh! Listen. . . . . . . . You need to make a decision. It is now or never. Are you going or coming back to our territory?

I know if I genuinely want to help Molly, I need to be smart about this and wait until I have a plan, or at least till I haven't alerted everyone to be on the lookout.   

"Hurry, cross back into our territory Dad is coming.”

I only make it to the middle of the creek when I see our father and some of the pack warriors.

“What is going on here?” our father asked.

Neither Bronx nor I say anything right away. Hell, I’m not really sure what to say exactly. I don’t want to tell my dad or any of the warriors about Molly. I also didn't want to tell them how I knew where she tried to cross into our territory. Everyone in the pack would think I’m crazy.

Ummm……

Bronx interrupts me before I can say anything.

“Someone was trying to cross into our territory, but we stop them. They ran back across the creek before we could catch them.” Bronx says.

“Gunner is this true?” our dad asks.

Yeah …. That’s right, someone tried to enter our territory but wasn’t able to.

“And exactly how many were there?”

We aren’t exactly sure there were at least two that we know of. I answer my father quickly. I make sure to answer as truthfully as possible without giving away too much. I don’t want to raise his suspicion in any way. But I also know better than to tell him about the torn clothing I found.

 I clench my fist tighter around the torn piece of clothing in my hand, making sure it is not visible to anyone. I don’t want anyone having her scent in case she tries to cross back over before I have time to search for her. If the warriors already know her scent and know that she was the one that tried to cross without prior approval, they would kill her on sight without hesitating.   

Our father studies both of us for a few minutes before heading back to the packhouse as he is assigning warriors to double rounds and tighten up security. Bronx and I follow closely behind him silently. Once at the packhouse, he dismisses us.

I head straight to my room, trying to hold back my anger and not slam my door behind me. My wolf is pacing in my head.

Knock, Knock!

“Gunner, open the door, man. It’s me.”

Not now, Bronx.

“Gunner, I’m not going away until you open the door.”

What Bronx? I growl as I sling the door open.

“We need to come up with a plan, bro,” he says as he closes the door.

We?

“Look, I’m your brother, and I’ll help you find your mate and make sure she is okay, but you know what is going to have to happen when you find her.”

I growl at his reminder of what is coming….

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A/N:

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