Page 81 of Wulf's Pack
I rake a hand through my hair for the billionth time in the last hour. I can only hope I’m not bald by the end of this. “It’s true. No doubt about it. She’s my fated. The connection was instant. And considering I was a lone wolf and she’s an omega with a psycho ex alpha after her, my wolf has been nearly out of his mind. He’s been claiming shifters left and right. It’s why I started a pack. The moment your guys confirmed they wanted to join and would pledge their loyalty, my wolf took control and claimed them. I tried to stop him, but he knew you’d already given your consent and didn’t really care about following protocol. With Skylar missing, I’m barely hanging onto my sanity right now.”
Evan releases a long sigh over the phone. “I understand. I’m glad they’re all right. And yes, I did give them permission to join you. I remember when Preston and Sophia were attacked. It was devastating for a lot of the pack. They were some of our best wolves. They’re lucky Alpha Day didn’t kill the whole family when they asked to leave.”
“Why didn’t he?”
“Honestly, I think he was just being vindictive. He was insulted that they’d rather leave the protection of his pack than lose a feral wolf who isn’t even an alpha. I think he figured Preston would kill them eventually, and it would serve them right.”
I growl before reminding myself that Alpha Day is long dead.
“Anyway, we’re all grateful to your mate for saving Preston. I couldn’t believe it when I heard the news. And then I was doubly shocked to hear that they’d been taken into a pack and that Wulf Winters was their new alpha.”
I blow out a heavy breath through puffed cheeks, then let a chuckle slip. “You thinkyouwere shocked.”
He snickers. “Yeah. If you really did lose control, I can’t imagine how you felt when you realized you now had a pack.”
“Still reeling from it.”
Our laughter dies quickly. “I’m sorry about your mate,” Evan says quietly.
“We’re going to get her back.”
“Tell me how I can help.”
I dive into the story, giving Evan a bit of background on the situation, but before we can work something out, Isabella knocks on the office door. “Come in!” I shout.
Isabella enters and dips her head in a respectful nod. “I’m sorry to interrupt, Alpha, but we have some visitors, and I really, really think you need to see them. They claim they can help find Luna Skylar.”
I’m on my feet in an instant.
“Go take care of that,” Evan says, having heard Isabella. “Call me back when you have time. I can lend you some of my wolves.”
“Thanks, Evan. I owe you one.”
“Call it even. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.”
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Ihang up, and Isabella holds out a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. “You might want some pants, sir.”
I look down at my naked body and sigh. “I’m surprised I had some left.”
She smirks. “Your drawers did look rather empty.”
I pull on the clothes, then follow Isabella to the bleachers where Ben and Bree are talking to a man and a young girl. They both straighten nervously when I approach. The man is a strong alpha wolf, but the girl is shocking. She carries his scent, so I know she’s his daughter. She’s a strong alpha as well, but she also carries the essence of a sorcerer. Hybrid children are not unheard of, but they are rare. Usually, when two underworlders of different races reproduce, the child inherits the stronger form. But every now and then if the parents are very similar in strength, the child can end up with the gifts of both. Those children are often looked down on or ostracized. Especially in this case, seeing as both wolves and sorcerers are very elitist when it comes to mating. No doubt his pack kicked him out when they discovered the truth.
As intrigued as I am, I’m more curious to know what they’re doing here. I don’t recognize either of them.
Bree and the others are on guard, clearly wary of our visitors, but they’re not on high alert, so I relax a little. The strangers dip their chins and lower their eyes. “Thank you for agreeing to see us, Alpha Winters,” the wolf says.
I’m not getting any aggressive vibes from either of them, so I gesture toward the bleachers. “Have a seat.”
Father and daughter sit, and I sigh internally. We really do need some kind of reception area, or at least a couch. I take a seat as well, instead of looming over them. I want them to feel comfortable, especially the girl. She can’t be more than ten, and she looks terrified. “Isabella mentioned you might be able to help us find my mate?” I ask the man.
I hate jumping right into things without introductions, but I’m a little eager.
The man nods. “I can’t guarantee it, but we have a good chance, and we’d like to try.”
