Page 70 of Alpha Power

Snarling in frustration, she relinquished control.

Zamorra blinked, slightly disoriented, then her eyes focused. Void's werewolf crouched over her, baring his sharp, white canines. Saliva dripped from his lips onto her cheek as he growled low at her.

Zamorra narrowed her eyes. "Alright, you win. Get off me," she grunted, pushing at his muscular arms. When he didn't budge, she pinched the underside of his arm, plucking a few hairs from his skin.

He yelped and quickly pounced off, circling around her with anger in his gold eyes. He crouched low and snarled.

She got to her feet, wiping the dirt from her naked body and shaking the twigs from her hair. When she refocused, Void's werewolf was still staring at her menacingly.

His werewolf was several inches taller than her own and weighed about 100kg more. Male werewolves were naturally bigger and stronger than females, guess that's how it worked for most species. He was covered head to toe in light brown fur, the same shade as her mother's. Sometimes, she would have a hard time telling them apart when they were both shifted. His powerful frame was riddled with muscles, power radiating from every inch of his body.

His growl began to gradually get louder, echoing through the forest and scaring the birds into flight.

"Quit being such a baby. You won, again." Zamorra looked around, inspecting the tree trunks in her line of sight. When her eyes came across a small x carved into the base of one to her left, she quickly ducked behind it finding a few pairs of clothes.

Over the last few days, she had been slipping out to hide clothes all throughout the woods and then just telling Margaret that she'd shredded them during a shift change and needed more. It made it a lot easier for her to shift back and not have to worry about walking through the forest buck naked.

Zamorra slipped on the plain black clothing and tied up her hair in a high ponytail. Picking up a spare shirt and pants, she folded them underneath her arm and walked back to her uncle.

Void was back, standing with his arm in the air and inspecting it with a frown.

"What are you doing?" She asked, shoving the clothes at him.

He grunted, taking them with anger in his eyes. "Did you have to pinch me so damn hard?"

"Did you have to tackle me so hard?" She barked back, turning to give him privacy.

"You're just pissed I won."

"You always win."

"No one likes a sore loser."

Zamorra rolled her eyes. She didn't even know why she bothered playing. Ever since she was a kid, they'd been playing this stupid game and she could never win. It was the simplest game in history, too. Pin the werewolf. Pretty self-explanatory, right? And yet, no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't beat him. It irked her to no end.

"You are, but whatever. Be in denial." Void came up to her side, a humorous expression on his face. She wanted to slap it off. "What's going on?"

Zamorra checked her surroundings. She wasn't entirely sure herself. What was Ophelia doing all the way out here with a dark mage? And who was he? The whole thing seemed mighty sketchy.

"I dunno, something weird."

It had been a couple of days since club Volume, and Void had kept his word. Refusing to step foot inside Luther's mansion - instead opting to sleep in a tent out in the yard - he made sure to always stay within reach.

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, she noticed how close he was starting to get with the vampires. She caught him and Maddox several times playing pranks on Darius. Replacing his shampoo with hot pink hair dye, stitching 'Gimmie Cock' onto the back of all his clothes, and her favourite: when they tied him to a tree in the woods completely naked and smeared head to toe in peanut butter. They left him there to fend for himself. It was both hilarious and sad at the same time. She was the one to release him in the end.

If her mother were still alive, she wouldn't believe it. Void, all buddy buddy with a bunch of vamps? No way.

Void looked around. "I don't see anything."

"That's because they're not here anymore."

"Who?"

"Red and the dark mage she was with." Zamorra turned and began heading back to the mansion, following the trail that would lead them to the tree line.

"What's this now?" He asked, trailing behind her.

Her foot kicked a small rock and she bent down to pick it up. She tossed it in the air, catching it in her palm. "Betcha I can hit that tree over there." She pointed to a large oak tree about six inches wide, roughly 300m in front of them.

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