The Lycan King's Alpha

back from the art fair at the school. It had been a wonderful morning with my girl. I hated to have

t has left us with nothing but loss. I wanted to create

could be th

my mirrors, checking for other vehicles, but there was nothing. I took a deep breath and urged myself to stay calm. I

started to flip, rolling over and over a glass and debris flew through the cab. My daughter's scream

own with the car on its roof. Immediately I turned b

ing hard. Blood was dripping from a head wound and she had

om

ing to need you to try to climb out of your seatbelt,

t me and sta

so I didn't scare Willa even more. I put one of my hands against the ceiling of the car and pushed before I clicked the buckle of the belt. I lowered myself down as gent

s wasn't someone to

cross the ground. I hit the ground hard but continued to roll. I used the force to flip

a, who was huddled on the opposite side of the car. I called for my wo

uldn't f

as I realized somethi

few steps before lunging at

ied out as sharp pain pierced my back. I felt something break as I fell to the ground. I pushed up to see a branch sticking through my ab

. I dodged an overhead strike, issuing a hard kick to the male's knee. A yell echoed from his chest as I scrambled to my feet.

turned toward me. Rage filled his face, and he shifted into his lycan form. I held my ground, but I was starting to lose what strength I ha

We slammed into the ground. The creature stood. I choked on the blood that gurgled in my throat. My body qu

of fur – browns, grays, and red

ything we