Page 130 of Alpha Power

A terrifying silver werewolf materialised in his eyes, translucent like a ghost in some scary movie, staring at her with absolute focus and she faltered.

An ear-piercing howl ripped through her mind and Zamorra cried out, crumbling to her knees. "Ahhhhhhh!" She gripped her head tightly with both hands and hunched over, trying to find a way to quieten the painful howl tearing her mind apart.

"What have you done to her?" Luther demanded angrily, a pulse of power expanding from his body and Barnabas stepped back in shock, his eyes filled with confusion.

"I... didn't do anything," he mumbled, staring down at Zamorra.

Pain splintered her brain and she cried out again, that piercing howl inside her mind getting louder and louder with each second that passed by. She felt like her eardrums were going to burst, like her whole damn head was going to explode and splatter her brains all over the floor.

Wha-what's going on? Are you doing this?Zamorra groaned, but all her werewolf responded with was a weak 'no', filled with pain and agony.

"Get her out of here, now," Luther barked savagely.

Darius and Maddox moved as one. They blurred to her side and each grabbed an arm, helping pull her to her feet despite her weak protests.

"You seem awfully concerned about the life of a shifter, Luther. She would fall under my jurisdiction, not yours." Barnabas glared, getting his composure back.

"You have no authority over shifters here and you know it. If you have an issue, take it up with Theodora." Luther nodded towards the exit and Darius and Maddox started walking her towards the door, bearing most of her weight while her feet dragged along the ground.

They took Zamorra into a quiet, empty alley, away from all the noise and bluster coming from the marketplace, and helped her to sit down. The howling was only getting louder and more deafening inside her head, ripping through her mind like a tornado and she cursed loudly, squeezing her eyes shut.

What the fuck was going on? It wasn't her werewolf, she was 100% sure of that. It was something else, but what?

Luther suddenly appeared as if materialising out of thin air. He was followed a second later by Ophelia, Roman and Axel. They quickly took up a defensive perimeter around them all, scanning the area for any danger.

Luther pinned Darius with a dark, frightening gaze. "Find her uncle, now."

Darius nodded and blurred away, returning a moment later with a kicking and screaming Void.

"Damn it, D! What's your problem?" Void growled. "That girl was this close to giving me her number."

Maddox scoffed. "With the way you look, I highly doubt that."

"Ahhhh!" Zamorra cried out again, gripping her head tightly. "Goddamn it, go away, go away!" Her vision blackened and a sharp, blinding pain thumped behind her eyes, making her grit her teeth so hard she thought they would shatter.

"Zo? Zo, what the fuck?" Void shoved his way to her side and knelt down, eyeing her with worry. "What's going on?"

"The howling… it's so… painful. Make it stop, please uncle make it stop," she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't even feel embarrassed at crying in front of Luther and his Elite Guards. She was just in too much pain to care.

"Howling? What do you mean? Your were?"

"No," Zamorra groaned. "It's… not her. It's... something else," she whimpered, hunching over. She braced her palms on the ground and took sharp, quick breaths, trying to breathe through the pain.

"Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?!" Void demanded angrily. "What happened?"

"All she did was shake that dude's hand," Darius replied.

"Dude? What dude?"

"That Barnabas guy. She shook his hand and then poof, she dropped."

"Wha-" Void frowned, staring down at Zamorra. Realisation flashed in his eyes and he shook his head, disbelief quickly filling his features. "Oh Adele, what have you done?" He whispered under his breath.

Zamorra vomited all over the floor, a mixture of blood and the food she'd consumed over the last day and Void cursed, pulling her up into a sitting position. "Zamorra. Hey. Look at me."

She groaned and tried to do as her uncle said but she just didn't have the strength. She could feel herself fading away, slipping into oblivion and she bit back a scream, her chest tightening with fear.

"Zamorra," Void growled, shaking her roughly. Power and raw dominance surged in the air and a snarl ripped from his lips. "Open your eyes," he commanded savagely, his voice taking on a deep, demonic tone. His werewolf pushed his own voice through Void, making the command 10x more powerful, and her eyes snapped open. "Good. Hands," he grunted and they clasped palms, gripping each other tightly and holding on for dear life.

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