The alpha’s hunt
371 Words
The forest never slept, but tonight it seemed to breathe with him—every sound too sharp, every shadow a threat. Kieran ran with his wolves through mud and thorns, golden eyes locked on the faint trail Elias had left. Blood. Fur. The bond pulling him like a compass carved into his bones.
Days blurred. Nights bled together. Still no sign of Elias. The pack’s warriors grew restless, whispers trailing behind Kieran wherever he passed.
“He’s obsessed.”
“He’s leading us into traps.”
“The prophecy’s curse is already working.”
Kieran ignored them all. Every heartbeat was a reminder that his mate was alive, hurting, and too far away. His wolf snarled endlessly, demanding blood, demanding Elias.
At the third night’s camp, Elder Marrek tried to speak sense. “Alpha, you endanger us chasing one wolf. The rogues want you reckless, and you’re giving them exactly that.”
Kieran’s head snapped up, his golden eyes burning like fire. “He’s not just ‘one wolf.’ He’s my mate.” His voice shook the trees, raw and guttural. “Without him, I am nothing.”
The elder flinched at the force in his tone but pressed on. “And if the vision is true? If his fate is to be your ruin?”
Kieran stood, shoulders straight, fury radiating off him like heat. “Then I’ll make a new fate. The Goddess tied us together. I won’t spit on her gift.” His voice dropped to a growl. “Elias is mine. And I will tear the world apart to bring him home.”
The bond pulsed suddenly, sharp and hot—pain. Kieran staggered, clutching his chest. He saw flashes—chains, blood, Elias’s gray eyes filled with agony. His wolf howled inside him, wild with rage and fear.
He knew then the rogues weren’t just holding Elias. They were hurting him.
His claws slid out, digging into the earth. The pack looked on in silence as their Alpha shifted, golden wolf blazing in the moonlight.
He lifted his head to the stars and howled—long, broken, defiant.
And in the distance, faint but real, the bond answered back.
Elias was alive.
And Kieran was coming.
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