A Stranger Amongst Wolves
1319 Words
Third Person's POV
The Alpha’s sharp gaze flickers between the two warriors stationed outside the room, their nervous expressions betraying them before they could even speak.
“What’s going on here?” he demands, stepping closer.
The two warriors stiffen, eyes widening before they quickly cast their gazes downward.
“Alpha, we—” one of them stammers but the Alpha doesn't wait to hear the excuse. He moves past them and peers into the room. Just as he suspected, it is empty.
His jaw clenches. “What the hell happened? I told you to guard this door.”
The warriors remain silent, their heads bowed in shame. They had only left their post for a few minutes—just long enough to sneak off and indulge in their usual reckless habits—but they didn't expect to return and find the room empty.
The Alpha’s fury simmers as he studies them. Then, with a sigh, he realizes his mistake. He should have known better than to entrust such an important task to two immature trainees.
“Go find her. Now. I’ll deal with you both later.”
The warriors bow hastily, vanishing into the night to correct their failure.
The Alpha exhales sharply, eyes scanning the empty room. He needs to find the girl before anyone else does.
Claire’s scent is unfamiliar, and if she crosses paths with the wrong pack members—especially a warrior—there is no telling what would happen.
Without hesitation, he sends a mind link to his pack. “If you come across a stranger—dark-haired, brown-eyed—hold her captive. Do not harm her. I repeat, do not harm her.”
He then summons his most trusted warriors, ordering them to begin a full-scale search.
“I need to find her before she gets hurt,” he murmurs before striding out of the room.
---
At the heart of the packhouse, near the fountain where clear waters flowed, a young man with dirty blonde hair kneels on the ground, cradling an unconscious girl in his arms.
Liam gazes down at the girl with a mix of confusion and concern. She had collapsed the moment she saw the two warriors transform.
Her scent tells him she is one of them, yet something about her is different. Unlike any wolf he has ever encountered, she carries an air of innocence—cluelessness, even. From the moment Jeff had half-shifted, Liam had been observing her, noting her every reaction.
And now, with her lying limp in his arms, he finds himself wondering—who is this girl?
More importantly, why had he felt an electrifying jolt the moment he touched her?
A low growl from one of the wolves snaps him from his thoughts.
“Step away from the girl, Liam.”
Jeff’s voice echoes through his mind, carried by the pack’s mind link. Liam’s jaw tightens as he glares at the sandy-brown wolf standing to his right.
“No,” he responds firmly. “Can’t you see she’s unconscious? That wouldn’t be a fair fight.”
The wolves growl again, muscles tense, prepared to strike.
Liam tightens his grip around the girl. He doesn't know her, he has never met her before today, yet something deep inside compells him to protect her.
“Protecting an intruder is a crime, Liam,” Jeff warns. “Your father won’t like this.”
Liam ignores the threat, his eyes dark with determination.
Jeff and the other wolf exchange glances, strategizing a way to retrieve the girl without harming Liam—who, despite his reckless actions, is the future gamma of the pack.
Just as they brace to make their move, a commanding voice interrupts their plans.
“To all pack members—be on alert. There is a visitor on our grounds. She is dark-haired, brown-eyed, and must not be treated as an intruder. I repeat, do not harm her.”
At once, the wolves back down. The Alpha's orders are absolute.
Liam lets out a breath of relief, looking down at the unconscious girl. He was right after all. She isn't a threat.
Without wasting another second, he reaches out to the Alpha through their mind link. “Alpha, this is Liam. I have the girl.”
The Alpha responds immediately. “Where are you? Is she hurt?”
Liam hesitates glancing at the two idiots standing before him before sighing.
“She’s unconscious, but she’s breathing.”
“Stay there. I’m coming.”
Within minutes, the Alpha arrives at the fountain, warriors following closely behind. His sharp eyes instantly take in the scene before him, narrowing when he sees two of his warriors in wolf form.
“What happened here?” he demands, kneeling beside Claire to check her pulse.
Silence follows and the Alpha’s patience wears thin. His gaze flicks to Liam, who simply stares back at Jeff and his companion.
“Transform,” the Alpha orders.
The two wolves immediately obey, shifting back into their human forms—now standing bare before their leader. They didn’t dare meet his gaze.
“Explain.”
Jeff swallows hard. “We… we thought she was an intruder, Alpha.”
Liam clenches his jaw at Jeff’s sudden shift in tone.
A part of him understands anyone in their position would have reacted the same way, but that didn’t make what they did right.
“Liam,” the Alpha’s voice is sharp now. “What happened?”
Liam hesitates, but the command in his Alpha's tone leaves him no choice so he recounts the events, his voice steady.
The Alpha runs a hand down his face in frustration before sighing. He knew he was partially to blame for this.
Jeff and his friend are only newly transformed werewolves, acting purely on instinct.
“This won’t happen again,” he finally says, his voice a quiet warning. “Understood?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Jeff and his companion mumble, bowing deeply.
The Alpha turns his attention to Liam, who still holds Claire as if she is made of glass.
“It’s okay, Liam. I’ll take it from here.”
A warrior steps forward to take Claire, and though Liam hesitates, he eventually lets her go. His eyes follows as she is being carried away, curiosity swirling in his mind.
Who is she? And why does he feel so drawn to her?
The Alpha pats Liam on the shoulder. “Good job.” Then, without another word, he walks away.
---
This time, Claire is placed in a different room, one with tighter security.
Jim, the pack doctor, examines her before turning to the Alpha.
“She’s fine,” he assures. “Probably just exhausted from today’s events.”
The Alpha nods, his gaze lingering on the sleeping girl. He could only imagine the terror she must have felt seeing those wolves transform before her.
And yet, the biggest mystery remained—how had a wolf lived among humans, completely unaware of what she is?
Before he could dwell on it further, the door suddenly opens.
The Alpha’s head snaps up, a frown forming. He had given strict orders not to let anyone in.
But the sight of his mate stepping inside, worry evident in her dark eyes, eases his irritation.
“Malia, what are you doing here?”
His wife ignores the question, her gaze moving past him to the unconscious girl.
“Did you find her? Is she hurt?”
“She’s fine,” the Alpha reassures.
Malia steps closer, studying Claire’s face intently.
“Is this her?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.
The Alpha nods. “Yes. This is her.”
A sharp breath escapes Malia’s lips as she stares, as if seeing a ghost.
Claire’s eyelids flutter at the sound of voices, her consciousness stirring.
Then, slowly, she opens her eyes—Malia gasp.
Those brown eyes…they are all too familiar.
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