The Mistaken Alpha

Chapter 8

Ryan’s POV

I shift into my wolf immediately. I didn’t even bother to take off my clothes. I needed to go for a run. Titus my wolf has been agitated ever since the she wolf from this morning tried to put me in my place. I hate it when others try to put me in my place. I am THE highest-ranking member within packs. I should be feared and beloved just like I am back at home. When I visit other packs, they always show respect. This pack though seems to be breeding wolves that think they are mightier than the rest. The thought alone of how snobbish the pack acts makes me want to reconsider our alliance. One day their attitude is going to get the pack into trouble.

Titus took over control as soon as we shifted. I needed time to think, and Titus needed to burn off some energy. My thoughts keep wandering to the slave girl. She seems so meek. If the pack truly hated her, then I can already predict her future. Once she becomes of age, they will banish her from the pack and make her a rogue. Once that has been done, she is fair game. They could kill her if they want to.

That thought alone makes Titus stop in the wooded area we are in. If she killed someone, the pack would have reason to have killed her already.

That’s what I was thinking but why would they call her a killer if she hasn’t killed anyone.

I think we need to do some research on her. There is something about her. She seems unique and fragile at the same time. I do not like the way others belittle her.

I agree with Titus. I do not like how Alpha Thomas is running his pack, but I do not have a say in that. If Abigail does not become my mate, I am tempted to fight Alpha Thomas for the pack. I can always use the extra land and the resources they have here. Soon I will know my fate with Abigail and Alpha Thomas.

Titus hears a branch snap from far away and goes to stalk his prey. He goes to a clearing in the woods and cannot find any trace of his prey. He goes East to a worn animal path. He catches the tail of a rabbit and runs after it. The rabbit runs us in almost a full circle when I catch a familiar scent of cinnamon and pumpkin. I instantly know the girl must be nearby. Titus must smell her too because he stops running after the rabbit and creeps towards the smell.

He keeps his head down as he peers through some bushes to watch her. Both of us watch her with curiosity. She’s about 100 yards into the woods. Still close to the pack house but far enough in where she cannot be seen unless someone is looking for her. She has her eyes closed as if she is asleep. Suddenly she winces. I tell Titus to take a step forward. He refuses and remains where we are.

I can see that she has her hand under her shirt touching her rib cage. I realize that she must be assessing the aftermath of Abigail’s punch. She bends forward as she pulls up her shirt to reveal the blue and green bruise already forming. She gingerly touches the bruise while sucking in a breath of air. As she pulls down her black shirt, I am bummed. My thoughts of pulling her shirt over her head are squelched when I hear her exasperated words, “Great that’s at least a broken rib.”

Titus’s vision begins to tinge red. I must tell him to calm down as we are a guest here. Titus budges and begins to calm when the girl gets up and goes back towards the pack house. I want to go after her and take her to the pack doctor, but instead Titus and I turn around and run through the forest. We run until all we can her is the pounding of our footsteps.

The sky begins to darken as the sun descends. I shift back at the rear of the pack house. I have no shame in walking to my room naked. I am only thinking about one thing: I must find out who this girl is and who she murdered.