Page 9 of Alpha's Heir

My instincts screamed at me to go inside, to investigate, to ensure that Luke was safe. But a lingering sense of unease kept me rooted to the spot, standing on the threshold of the medic's house.

As I stood at the front door, the forest around me seemed to whisper with secrets and shadows. It was a grim reminder that our peaceful existence had been shattered, and now we were faced with a darkness we couldn't ignore.

Fear and worry twisted in my gut like a viper, urging me to investigate the medic's house. I had to know if Luke was safe, and my instincts told me that something was terribly wrong.

With hesitant steps, I pushed the door open. The creak of the hinges echoed like a death knell through the stillness of the forest, setting my fur on edge. As I entered, the scent of blood hit me like a sledgehammer, the metallic tang making my senses reel.

What met my eyes was a gruesome tableau of violence. The medic's home, once a place of solace and healing, had been transformed into a nightmarish scene. Blood splattered the walls, pooled on the floor, and streaked across the furniture. It was a macabre painting in shades of crimson.

My wolf senses heightened, allowing me to perceive the horror in exquisite detail. The pungent scent of death hung heavy in the air, mixing with the sharp copper aroma of spilled blood. My heart pounded in my chest, my breaths coming in short, rapid bursts as I took in the scene.

The medic, a kind and gentle soul who had tended to our pack's wounds and ailments, lay lifeless on the floor. His life's work had come to a brutal end, his eyes frozen in a silent plea for mercy. An assistant, whose name I couldn't recall, shared the same gruesome fate, her body contorted in a gruesome tableau of agony.

Panic threatened to overtake me, but I forced myself to focus, to assess the situation. Luke, who had been the reason for my visit, was nowhere to be found. Dread coiled tighter in my chest as I wondered if he had been taken by the same malevolent force that had wrought this carnage.

The sheer brutality of the scene was incomprehensible. I fought back nausea as I moved through the house, my wolf instincts analyzing every scrap of evidence. The walls whispered with the chilling echo of violence, and I couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

My heart still raced as I examined the gruesome scene, my senses assaulted by the overwhelming stench of death. It was as if a malevolent force had descended upon the medic's house, leaving only desolation in its wake.

The bodies of the medic and his assistant were a testament to the brutality of the attack. Deep, savage wounds marred their forms, and I couldn't help but wince at the sight. It was clear that their lives had been extinguished with ruthless violence, their final moments a nightmarish tableau of agony.

Dread settled like a leaden weight in my chest, my mind racing with questions. What had happened here? Who could have wrought such destruction within our sanctuary? And where was Luke, whose scent lingered tantalizingly close yet vanished into thin air?

With a growing sense of urgency, I shifted into my wolf form. The transformation was swift, my body morphing from human to wolf in a fluid, instinctual motion. As my senses sharpened, I took in the world anew, and the evidence before me spoke of a sinister force.

My lupine senses allowed me to perceive the scene in even greater detail. The blood-splattered walls bore the marks of frenzied violence, as if the very air had crackled with aggression. The carnage within the house was undeniable, yet there were no strange scents, no signs of an intruder.

I padded through the house, my keen nose detecting the mingled scents of the medic, his assistant, and Luke. It was a sinister puzzle; the scent trails led me to the gruesome tableau, but they abruptly vanished, leaving me with a chilling sense of the unknown.

The wolf within me rumbled with unease, sensing a malevolent presence that eluded my grasp. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside. I knew I couldn't stay here, not while the mystery remained unsolved and Luke's fate hung in the balance.

With a final glance at the horrific scene, I shifted back into my human form, my heart heavy with uncertainty. I needed answers, and I needed to find Luke. But the trail had gone cold within these bloodstained walls, leaving me with no choice but to wait for Weston to come back from the forest so we could discuss the next steps.

As I left the medic's house behind, my determination burned brighter than ever. I was determined to unravel the mystery, to confront the malevolent force that threatened our pack, no matter the cost.

Leaving the medic's house was like escaping a nightmare, yet reality proved to be just as harsh. The macabre scene I'd witnessed had etched its horrors into my memory, and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a second skin.

As I stepped outside, the concerned gazes of a few pack members met mine. They could see the turmoil in my eyes, and their inquiries came in a chorus of worried voices.

"Are you okay, Cora?"

"What happened in there?"

I put on a brave front, my voice steady despite the tempest of emotions raging within me. "I'm fine," I replied tersely. "But there's an issue with the medic's place. If anyone needs medical attention, come to my house instead."

Their curiosity was palpable, and I saw their furrowed brows and exchanged glances. I couldn't blame them for their questions, but some things were too painful to discuss, even among our close-knit pack.

The walk back home was a blur, each step taking me further from the gruesome scene but closer to the weight of the unknown. My trembling hand instinctively sought out my belly, where our child, a symbol of hope and love, resided. My tears fell freely, a testament to the overwhelming despair that threatened to consume me.

This was not the life I'd envisioned for our baby. I had dreamt of peace, of harmony, of a world where our child could grow without fear. Now, the darkness that had descended upon our pack and the forest cast a long shadow over our future, and it was a burden I couldn't bear to think of.

The echoes of uncertainty gnawed at my soul. Would our child be born into a world torn by conflict? Would our family's joy be forever tainted by this ominous stain on our lives? The anguish welled up within me, and I longed to protect our unborn child from the horrors that loomed.

As I arrived home, I sank into a chair, my sobs echoing through the empty house. The darkness outside seemed to mirror the turmoil within me, and I clutched my belly, praying that our child would somehow find peace in this turbulent world.

In the midst of despair, one truth remained clear: I would fight with everything I had to ensure our child's safety and happiness, no matter the darkness that threatened to engulf us all.

Chapter six

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