Page 30 of Bully Alpha's Secret Baby

“I’m not trying to ‘fix’ anything. I’m trying to stop another death. I saw the attack. I don’t know who’s behind it, but I know it’s happening again.”

Gray scoffs. “And I’m supposed to trust your visions? After what happened last time?”

His words are like a slap, but I swallow the pain and hold my ground. “This is different. And whether you like it or not, I’m the only one who’s seen what’s coming. If you don’t believe me, fine. But don’t get in the way of stopping this.”

Gray opens his mouth, ready to fire back, but before he can, my hand brushes against his arm. I don’t mean to—I just step forward to make my point—but the second my fingers touch his skin, something sparks.

It’s like lightning shooting through my veins, and suddenly, I’m not in the clearing anymore.

I’m back in the vision, but this time, I’m not just a bystander. I’m inside it, feeling everything—the fear, the panic, the sharp scent of blood on the wind. Another shifter, a different one this time, is fighting for his life, and I can feel the danger closing in around him, feel the claws raking through the air just inches from his flesh. It’s happening again. Right now.

I jerk back with a gasp, and Gray stumbles. His eyes are wide and shocked as he clutches my arm. He felt it, too. He saw it.

“What the hell was that?” he breathes.

“It’s happening again. Another attack. We have to go—now.”

Gray stares at me, his usual bravado shaken for the first time, and Damien steps in, grabbing him by the shoulder. “You felt that, didn’t you? She’s not lying, Gray. This isn’t a game.”

Gray curses under his breath, and his face hardens. “Where?”

I close my eyes, trying to focus on the images still flashing in my mind. The forest. The sound of rushing water. The scent of damp earth. “There’s a stream,” I murmur, my voice distant as I picture the scene. “And rocks—jagged rocks near the edge. It’s not far from here.”

“By the falls,” Gray says, already moving before the words are fully out of his mouth. “That’s Red Arrow territory.”

Damien doesn’t hesitate. “Then we go now.”

Without waiting for a response, the three of us are running as fast as we can manage, like there’s a timer ticking down on someone’s life. And I guess there is.

My legs are burning, but I push harder, ignoring the ache in my muscles. The vision is still buzzing at the back of my mind, like a warning I can’t shake.

Damien stays close to my side while Gray takes the lead. I can feel the tension rolling off both of them, but it’s buried for now, swallowed by the urgency of stopping what I know is coming. They could both shift and make this run faster, but they don’t. I know it’s out of courtesy to me. Well, either that or Gary just wants to keep an eye on me, but I can’t shift like they can.

The sound of the waterfall grows louder with each step, and the crashing water syncs with the pounding in my chest. Myheart races as we close in on the spot. The blood, the danger—I can feel it all over again. Like the vision is clawing its way back into reality.

“There!” I shout, pointing toward the jagged rocks at the edge of the falls.

In the dim light, I spot the silhouette of a shifter, one of Gray’s Red Arrow pack members. They’re locked in a deadly struggle with something—something fast and vicious. It moves too quickly for me to see clearly, but I don’t need to. I can feel the violence in the wind.

Before I can react, Damien shifts mid-stride, and his massive wolf form takes over in an explosion of silver and muscle. He’s huge—one of the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen—and even though I’ve witnessed his wolf before, he still leaves me breathless. His size alone is enough to send most creatures running, but this? This is different. Whatever they’re fighting, it’s not scared. It’s hungry.

Gray shifts just behind him, his wolf smaller but just as fierce, and they leap into the fight. Snarls and growls fill the air, teeth snapping and claws slashing through the dark. It’s brutal, fast, and terrifying, their bodies becoming a blur of fur and fury as they take on the attacker.

And then… it’s over.

Too fast. Too easy.

The second Damien and Gray reach the injured shifter, the attacker vanishes into the shadows. It’s like it was never even there. One moment, they were locked in battle, and the next? Gone.

“What the hell?” I mutter, stepping closer as Damien shifts back to his human form.

Gray’s wolf circles the area, sniffing the ground, but it’s pointless. There’s no scent, no tracks. No sign of the attacker at all. It’s like they were fighting a ghost.

Damien curses under his breath, and his eyes scan the trees as if he’s expecting the creature to reappear at any second. “Where the hell did it go?”

“I don’t know. But it was here. I saw it.”

Gray shifts back, and he stomps forward. “What the actual fuck?”

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