Page 3 of Wolf Trapped
Everything is brighter, and the scents and sounds are clearer in my wolf form. We run through the thick underbrush dodging large pine trees.
You can’t tell me you don’t like chasing me.My tongue lolls out of my mouth as I peer behind me but slow my pace so Archer doesn’t use his alpha voice on me to force me to stay behind.
I’d much rather have you under me, little mate.
I stumble at his words, a low whine escaping and Archer chuckles in my mind.
Asshole.I shake my head as I skid into the clearing.
The cubs are no longer running around the space, and a soft breeze skates over my fur.
The pack is already shifted and waiting for us. Archer barks, and Angela’s gray wolf trots up on my other side.
If I could roll my eyes in wolf form, I would. He’s going overboard, but that’s just Archer. Anything to protect what’s his, and that includes me.
All the fur on my back stands on end. Someone is watching me again, and it’s not the typical stare of the pack members in the clearing waiting to start the run. No, this is like fire ants crawling over my body. I scan the wolfy faces but see no sign that any wolves are glaring at me.
What’s wrong, mate?Archer is too damn perceptive and too paranoid for his own good.
Just a weird feeling. It’s nothing.
My attempt to shrug him off only has him scanning his pack mates for a threat. A low rumbling growl explodes from his throat. Archer is not impressed.
I want you to go back to the house. We can run alone later.
I whine, pawing the ground, laying flat on my belly.
C’mon, Archer. It’s nothing.I beg, pouting. He growls at me but swings his head to Angela next to me. Our link buzzes lightly as he issues orders to his beta.
You stay between Angela and me. I mean it. I don’t like this weird feeling you have; she says you were acting strange earlier.
I turn my head, glaring at her. If I could call her out for being a snitch, I would. I bark at her, but she is unimpressed by my act of aggression.
It’s nothing, Archer. I know some of the females in the pack don’t want me here. It’s probably just jealousy.
I don’t care what it is. I’m not taking any chances.
Fine. Let’s just go for our run, please? My wolf is getting impatient.I paw at the ground to show my point. She does not understand why we are still just standing here and not running in the woods, hunting, and playing with her mate.
Archer trots to the edge of the clearing. The lack of sound makes the forest eerie, though the animals in the forest sense the predators within their midst.
I trot after him, yipping excitedly; Angela at my side. I hate that I have to have a babysitter, but it’s so rare that Archer lets me run with the pack that I don’t argue having Angela with me.
When we get to the tree line, Archer howls, and the clearing fills with baying wolves. My wolf howls her response to her alpha, and we take off. The relief she feels is instant as she stretches her legs, pulling ahead of the pack.
Archer’s wolf nips at my heel with a growl.
I slow my pace with a whine.She got a little over-excited.
If she does it again, you are going back to the house.
Okay, I know.The scents of animals in the forest fill my senses, and my wolf turns to follow a trail, but I steer her back to Archer and Angela.We can’t go off on our own,I tell her, and she whimpers in my head—Alpha’sorders.
That appeases her. She would never knowingly disobey her alpha.
A strange scent hits my nose. That is not a prey animal scent. I tilt my head to the side but keep running next to Archer.Do you smell that?
Archer stops abruptly, his nose lifting to the air, and a low rumble fills the air.What is it?
