Page 2 of Alpha Power

Her werewolf growled at having the male's hands on her and a pulse of raw power shot through Zamorra's body. Looked like they were both in agreement.

Spinning on her heels, Zamorra pulled strength from her werewolf and punched him straight in his solar plexus. He went flying back, his body slamming into the iron fence with such force that the bars shook from the impact. A faint burning smell hung in the air, the iron bars having burned straight through Cade's clothes and into his pale skin. The stench made her wrinkle her nose.

Iron was a major weakness for werewolves. That and Wolfsbane, a rare herb that could only be found in certain parts of the world. One touch by either, and it felt like your skin was being burned straight off your bones.

Zamorra tried to avoid both at all costs.

The happiness at having caught him unaware was short lived as his pack mates leapt over the fence and landed at his side. Their eyes glowed bright gold as the werewolves began to slowly get into position beside their Beta.

Their claws dug deep into the dirt and they crouched, snapping their teeth in her direction. A few were in their human form, like Cade, but her attention wasn't on them. She could handle a shifter in human form no sweat. It was the werewolves she had to watch closely.

Zamorra kept her eye on the new arrivals, slowly taking a few steps back to try and get her bearings. The mansion was a good 200 metres away and the only thing between here and there was wide open space.

The dark figures she had seen patrolling the area were now gone. Where did they go? Either way, she was fucked. There was no way she would be able to get to the safety of that house before one of the werewolves caught her. She was fast, but not that fast. Why did rich people have such big properties?!

Cade slowly got to his feet, taking the time to wipe the dirt off his shirt as his lips curved up into a devilish smirk. He rotated his arm in the air, admiring his singed clothing with amusement. He wasn't in a rush. He had all the time in the world, because he had her right where he wanted her.

"I have to say, Silver, I knew you were a special one, I just didn't realise how special." He licked his lips, his dark eyes running the length of her body. "I've only met a couple of shifters capable of tapping into their creature’s power while in human form. It takes a strong bond to achieve it. I'm surprised one as young as you could do it."

Zamorra snapped her teeth, not liking one bit that Cade had - yet again - found out something important about her.

In the shifter world, you had your human form and your shifted form. Even in human form, shifters were still stronger and faster than your average human. But depending on how strong your connection was with your creature, you could tap into their powers, their strengths, and use them at your will.

It required complete and total trust between you and your creature, something that wasn't always easy to achieve. Having a strong, dominant, and sometimes mythical creature in your mind, sharing your body, was hard to deal with. If you weren't careful, they could take over permanently, effectively trapping your human soul in the body of an animal forever.

In these cases, you were branded as wild shifters. Wild shifters were considered to be the most dangerous type of shifter. There's no reasoning with them. They do what they want, when they want to do it. Their mind is run purely on primal, animal instincts. Fuck, eat, sleep, and kill. They don't have a care for how things operate in the world, all they care about is themselves and satisfying whatever need they have.

"I told you before, I'm not interested in joining your Alpha's pack." She kept her voice flat, even as adrenaline spiked through her entire body, courtesy of her werewolf.

Ease up a little, I need to focus.

Her werewolf immediately pulled back, but only by a fraction. Zamorra could still feel her right there, just beneath the skin. She would burst out at the slightest provocation. There would be no holding her back.

Zamorra knew she was in trouble. She had to keep him talking until she could think of an escape plan. Yet, as her eyes scanned her surroundings, she knew there was none. Based on the predatory look on Cade's face, he knew it too.

"Come now, Silver. You have an entire pack of werewolves just dying to show you a good time. Why are you fighting the inevitable? This is what you were born for." His eyes gleamed with desire as he took a step towards her.

Zamorra bared her teeth. "I'd rather die," she spat.

Cade stilled, his jaw tensing in anger. He flicked his wrist and his pack mates stalked ahead, slowly spreading out as they approached. Their intent was clear, they were going to circle her. She couldn't let that happen.

For each step they took forward, she took one back, making sure to alter her body to keep them all in her line of sight. But she couldn't keep it up forever. There were six of them and only one of her. They had the numbers. She couldn't win.

To the death, then!Her werewolf roared, and Zamorra could do nothing but agree. She would fight until death, for it was a far better outcome then what the Midnight Pack had planned for her.

One of the werewolves in his human form - a big, beefy man with brown hair - lunged forward, trying to catch her off guard. She side-stepped and quickly brought her leg up high, smashing her foot into his face. The loud crunch of his nose being broken made her smile.

The man grunted in pain as his body fell to the ground with a thump and another werewolf quickly tried to sneak up behind her.

She partially shifted. Her hands transformed into razor sharp claws roughly six inches long in the blink of an eye, and with a snarl she pivoted on her feet, raking her claws down the werewolf's chest.

He howled in agony, blood gushing down the front of his body and drenching his clothes. She had cut him deep. Good.

Her werewolf rumbled in satisfaction.

Zamorra raised her leg and kicked him straight in his bloody chest, sending him sprawling to the ground. Even though this was a fight to the death (for Zamorra anyway) she couldn't help but enjoy it. She was always a sucker for a little blood and violence. Maybe it was because she was raised like a soldier in the bloody army. Thanks, Dad.

Cade and his pack mates moved closer and closer, their faces hard and bodies coiled tight with tension. Their eyes were shining bright and golden, revealing their werewolves just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.

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