Page 38 of Alpha Power

She could feel someone shaking her, but she couldn't get out of her memories.

Crawling on all fours, trying to get away. Her house, burning. Pain she had never felt before, bursting from her soul. Her werewolf howling into the night, agony in her loud cry.

"Little Alpha," a deep, soothing voice said in her head and just like that she snapped back to reality.

Void was crouched in front of her, hands on her shoulders, his brows wrinkled in concern. "Are you okay?"

Zamorra took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Wha-what's he doing here?" Her voice trembled.

Void's lips thinned. "He's here for the Regent meeting next week. He's trying to gather enough votes to revoke the Exposure Law."

"What?" She shook her head. "You can't be serious."

There weren't many laws in the supernatural community. Everyone was pretty much free to do what they liked as long as they didn't expose themselves to the humans. That was the one law every supernatural had to abide by.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" Void snapped. He grabbed her arm and tried leading her towards the exit.

Zamorra dug her heels in, locking herself in place. "I can't go yet. I'm here for a reason."

Void frowned, eyes scanning their surroundings. "What for?"

Zamorra bit her lip. She couldn't tell him about Luther and his vampire minions. He would freak out and try to get her away from them, Pledge of Servitude or not. She needed to think of something else. "Have you heard of something called Night Flare?"

His hand flexed around her arm, a flash of gold going through his deep brown eyes. "Why? You better not be mixed up in that shit."

"So you've heard of it?" She stepped closer and lowered her voice. "Do you know where I can get some?"

He scowled. "Do you seriously think I'm going to help my only niece score drugs?"

Zamorra gave him a pleading look. "Uncle please, I swear it's not for me."

"Who's it for then?"

"A friend."

He scoffed. "Since when do you have friends?"

"Hey!" she chastised, slapping his chest.

The edges of his lips tilted up in a small smile, making her smile back. He studied her for a moment, his face illuminated by the colourful neon lights. "Do you promise it's not for you?"

She held her pinky in the air. "I pinky promise."

Void sighed and wrapped his much larger pinky around hers. He turned slightly, angling his body towards the VIP section. He pointed to one of the men, a lanky dude with a man-bun and hipster glasses. Zamorra was too far away to scent what type of supernatural he was. She would have to get closer.

She took a step towards them, but Void held his arm out in front of her. "Hold it."

Zamorra growled. "I told you uncle, it's not for me."

"I believe you." He narrowed his eyes. "Maybe. Anyway, you need to hide your werewolf before you go over there. They'll be able to scent her."

"Are they all shifters?"

"Yes. A couple of lion shifters, a griffin, and one of Barnabas' Betas. If he gets a whiff of your scent, he'll go running to Barnabas. I can guarantee it. You're lucky there's so many other scents in here, otherwise he would have scented her already," Void said, eyeing the men. "Whatever you're doing, do it quickly. Barnabas is in a meeting with the owner of the club, but I don't know how much longer he'll be, and you need to be long gone before he comes out."

She nodded. She had no problem with that.

Will you slumber?Zamorra asked her werewolf.

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