The Broken Alpha

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aring at the man opposite her.

the table towards one another. The man – her fa

es like us. And you’re a warrior, Lils, a Warrior Wolf, destined to fight for your pack. Tyi

g in soft waves down her back. Her brown eyes hardened, but there was something sad, ancie

“This fight – it’s not ours, Dad, can’t you

shades darker than hers, but their olive skin was identical, and their eyes held the same defiant gli

it’s our duty, our birthright, to defend the Blood Moon wolves. Your mother didn’

hly refuse to join in with the Blood Moon pack’s fights. They managed to find quarrel with a neighbouring – or sometimes distant – pack every mo

ly would tie herself down in her family’s old wine cellar, restraining herself so that, when the beast took over, she knew she would be able to control it as be

hough she’d been told that to change beneath the light of the full moon was an unparalleled experience, particularly when undergone alongside one’s pack. Every month she

ual, a chant, of bestial sound of raw celebration. To the other wolves, especially the other warriors, it wa

alanced with no water or flowers to hold it down. It had stood empty since her mother’s death, three years ago, now; neithe

self. His fire had died, and in its place a flower grew, extending its leaves to Lily as a peace offerin

now you do. And, mate or not, I won’t want to shift. I don’t like arguing with you, Dad, I j

used hands. “A borderline. Alpha Atticus believes t

shot up. “But they’re a peaceful

nd they push and they push, until they either get what they want, or they can play the part of the victim when t

e the woodland,” Lily huffed. “It’s

ow what he’s like. When his father stepped down, he passed on leadership of the mos

a long time, now. Giving him this power has twisted his already warped mind. How long has he been the Alpha now? Three years, give or take? Think of everything he has done in

learning and self-betterment. But he’d had a fiercely protective streak, and he’d hated to see the weak fall prey to the more vic

rior Wolf, Lily had always been able to look out for herself. But she’d appreciated A

pointless and tragic, a means to an end that ruined people, and ruined people’s

rst acts as Alpha, had positioned themselves to claim her as their own. Witches were not only useful for their spell work, but also as signs of power and st

the battlefield, and we will claim back our rightful land, staking our territory and marking it in blood. I know you won’t join us, Lily, but

ng to and fro before settling. “I hate that we use our nature to achieve violent

– I’m

leading look. “I’m going to the cell

rds were choked,

es, are they? They’re innocent people, who probably need the woodland for food, or for shelter.” She shook her head, her mouth cur

d out after her, but