THE PURE ALPHA

The Blood Moon Encounter

Isabella in the heat of the moment still held onto her dagger.

“You’re not from our pack and you obviously are trespassing.”

She said in a steady voice even though her heart was pounding in her chest. He bent his head slightly amused at her statement.

“I'm very much aware of whose lands I presently stand on,” he said.

“Such arrogance” Isabella thought”

She stood her ground, neither moving nor blinking but her wolf kept jumping beneath her skin, restless. He took another step forward effortlessly and for some reason she couldn't understand, his scent intrigued her.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

He smiled lazily, “Tristan Wolfe.”

The name sent a shock through her. She knew that name. Everyone did. The rogue Alpha. His name was whispered amongst the packs as a wolf who answered to no one, obeyed no rules and he was feared. Her stance stiffened.

“You need to leave.”

Tristan didn’t move.

“Or what?” he asked mockingly.

Isabella immediately placed her hand on her dagger as she replied

“Or you leave me with no other choice than to make you.”

He chuckled like Isabella's threat amused him.

“I'd love to see how you do it” he said.

His arrogance annoyed Isabella and without thinking she attacked him but as fast as she was, he was faster and he caught her wrist taking the dagger from her. His touch sent strange waves through her body which surprised Isabella. A gasp escaped from her mouth. She saw the look of surprise in his eyes meaning he had felt it too. They both stood looking at each other as if they had been rooted to the spot. For a second they both felt like the world had stopped, the tension between them building up as the strange force that was pulling them both seemed to be tying the knot harder. It felt more than an attraction, it was deeper and something neither of them can explain. Tristan watched her, his expression unreadable.

The night had never felt so charged. The Blood Moon rising cast an unnatural glow over the forest. With a smirk on his face he said breaking the tension between them.

“I know you can feel it”

Isabella trying to recover from the shock replied

“I have no idea what you are talking about, you need to leave now.”

His silver eyes gleamed as he smiled and said “Liar.”

Her fingers twitched, itching to throw her dagger, just to wipe that look off his face. But she couldn’t deny the truth that she had felt something and it made her terribly afraid. Tristan watched her face with amusement as it was clear that she felt it from the uneasy look on her face.

“Why are you denying it?”

In that moment Isabella hated him for saying the truth about how she felt but she couldn't give in to such a feeling at this time in her life. She’d spent her life fighting for a place in her pack, proving herself in a world that never let her be more than what they wanted her to be. She had no space in her life for something like this and especially not with him.

Tristan didn’t step back and neither did she, the air between them was charged, every breath thick with something neither of them could name. Isabella willed herself to push him away, to put a distance between them, but her body wouldn’t listen. Tristan smirked as if he knew.

“This is interesting,” he mused, studying her with far too much amusement.

She gritted her teeth. “Let me go.”

“You’re not even trying to move.”

Her jaw tightened. Then, suddenly, a sound. A growl in the distance. Tristan tensed, his amusement vanishing as his eyes flicked toward the shadows beyond the clearing. Isabella felt it too, the shift in the air, the presence of something not just watching, but hunting. Without thinking, they moved at the same time. Both of them moving immediately in a ready position, their senses sharp and alert. The trees trembled. Then they came. Shadows poured from the forest, wolves, but not of her pack. Their eyes glowed unnaturally under the Blood Moon, their movements wrong, twisted.

Not rogues. Not pack wolves. Something else. Tristan cursed under his breath.

“That’s new.”

Isabella didn’t have time to question it. The first attacker lunged, and she met it head-on. The fight was brutal and fast. She moved with practiced precision, slicing through the chaos with every calculated strike. Tristan fought beside her, his movements wild but deadly, a force of nature she hadn’t expected. They moved in sync, their bodies reacting to each other without thought. They were finally able to subdue and kill all the wolves. Isabella wiped the blood from her blade as she breathed heavily after such an intense fight. She turned to him.

"These aren't rogues," she said,

Tristan didn’t answer immediately as he was already kneeling beside one of the wolves. Isabella quickly joined him and she was shocked at the sight before her. The wolf’s eyes didn't look natural at all.

“I've seen this before,” he said calmly.

“These wolves don't look like they belong to a pack. Didn't you notice how they were fighting like they’re being controlled, no scent of free will.”

A shiver ran down her spine as that was exactly what she had felt in the battle. These wolves weren’t fighting for themselves. They were fighting for something, someone, else. Her father needed to know.

“I have to inform …..” she started but Tristan cut in

“You’re not going back yet,” and her head snapped immediately towards him and she caught him watching her. The connection between them returned, stronger this time and undeniable. She should have stepped away or ignored the way her body reacted in response but she couldn't and just then he reached for her and she didn’t stop him. His fingers grazed her skin, slow and deliberate. The heat burning where he touched with intensity spreading like wildfire. Her breath stopped and Tristan’s smirk softened, just slightly.

“I don’t think this is just about the Blood Moon,” he said.

She should have had the sense to deny it or push him away, instead, she did the one thing she knew she would regret. She leaned in and the moment their lips met, the world around them seemed to explode and in that instant nothing else seemed to matter.

As Isabella got up trying to put herself together and wondering how she had been callous enough to have allowed something like this to happen between them, the sky shifted. A sudden flash of red light illuminated the clearing, brighter than before, as if the Blood Moon itself had decided to speak. Isabella’s vision blurred for a second and the world around her twisted, not in reality, but in something deeper, something older than time itself. Then came the whisper, soft and ancient.

"Two Alphas shall bond and a Pure Alpha will be born to mend the broken packs.”

She heard someone call her name but she seemed to not be in control of her body anymore.

“Isabella!!”

Tristan called to her as he tried to steady her all the while wondering what was wrong with her and just as it had begun the vision ended. She turned to see Tristan staring at her with concern on his face. His silver eyes were locked on hers, his expression unreadable.

“Did you hear it? She asked.

“Heard what?” Tristan asked.

A chill ran through her bones. Because she knew, deep in her soul, that something even she couldn't control was taking place and that whatever it was, there was no turning back.