Seek Me
725 Words
He’d been searching for almost a century.
Alpha Blackwell stared out of the window of the SUV as they approached crescent moon— his anxiousness bordering more on explosive violence. He had waited for this day for over a hundred years.
He remembered the dream vividly. The moon goddess herself had visited him, her pale hair billowing across her face as the wind blew. She’d smiled at him tenderly, sadly, as if she knew something he didn’t that made her melancholy.
I sensed the violence in your soul at birth, Layne Blackwell— the thirst for power, despite the strength I had gifted to you. The last time we spoke, I cursed you to be mateless, wishing nothing but misery for you.
Anger had bubbled inside of him. The worst curse an Alpha could be given— and he’d lived painfully with that for years. He’d raged over it. Murdered hundreds out of his anger. Nothing had tempered his violence.
But now I’m giving you another gift— this one more painful, and one I hope gives you some redemption.
She’d shown him an image then— a small feminine frame filled his vision, with warm mahogany hair and the most vibrant blue eyes he’d ever seen. His heart had stilled at the sight, and he soaked in her features— perfectly smooth, pale skin. The dimple in her chin when she smiled. The kindness in her eyes.
Mate.
Why? He’d asked the goddess.
A crystal-like tear had formed in her eye, and she’d turned away from him.
The clock is ticking for her, my darling Alpha. Time is a cruel thing. Waste none of it.
The last image the goddess had shown him was of his mate screaming in agony— her face red and splotched with tears as she begged for someone to help her.
Layne had spent the last hundred years scouring the earth for her, unable to rid himself of the image of the small brunette with the radiant smile and kind eyes. She’d set his heart ablaze. He’d searched hundreds of packs, rogue encampments, and he’d never found a trace of her.
Until he’d seen the files on crescent moon.
He’d never thought he’d find her in the tiny pack in the forest— he’d searched them once before, maybe twenty years ago, and found nothing. When he’d tried again, he’d gotten an entire list of pack members, and there she was, her photo staring at him on paper. The ID photo was only from a year ago. It was her— he knew it was her— but her cheeks were shallow. She was thin. Far too thin. She wore bruises on her cheek like it was a normal day, and the light in her eyes that he’d seen.. it was gone.
Hannah Blackmon. Omega. Orphaned ward of Eugene and Susan Blackmon. She was almost seventeen in the photo— which meant, judging by her birthday, she was nearing her eighteenth birthday in a few months.
He talked to her often— even though she could not possibly hear him. They’d never met, so the mate bond had no effect yet.
He only hoped that the broken girl in the photo could hang on for just a while longer.
“How far are we, Lucian?” He asked his beta, who was seated beside him. Twelve other SUV’s followed behind them, ready to end Crescent Moon if needed.
“About two hours to go, Alpha,” Lucian glanced over at him, his jaw taught. His beta was a good man— had waged war at his side for over a century, and he’d never doubted Lucian’s loyalty. “What are you orders?”
“If they cooperate and bring her to me, they will be spared.. until I have more information on what’s going on here. If they fight, I will spare no one.”
“I’ve set up a meeting with the Alpha,” Lucian grunted.
“No one knows why we are here until I speak with him,” Layne said quietly, his voice menancing. “They won’t like the result if they hide her from me.”
Layne stared back out of the window, watching the forest pass by in a blur.
We’re so close to happiness, Hannah. I’m coming for you. Don’t give up.
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