Chuckling, a man steps out of the treeline wearing basketball shorts that I assume were stashed in the trees. He is easily 6 ft 5" in height, with broad shoulders and a torso rippling with muscle. He has a large tattoo of roses, a wolf, and a full moon that trails from his shoulder to his elbow.
"Alpha Autumn Haywood of Silver Shadows?" A husky male voice bellows, causing me to leap to my feet and look for who it belongs to.
"Who's asking?" I say confidently. I let my aura out even more, and this man, who I assume is an Alpha, falls to his knees like his warriors did before, except he is looking at me in awe.
"Wow." He breathes out.
"Now, retract your aura so that my friends here can actually stand and breathe," I demand while nodding back to Jill and Billie, "and I will do the same.
