The Small Whisperer

POV: JACKSON

"Alpha, there's a rogue attack at the borders," my Delta, Sam, communicated through our mind link.

"Gather some warriors and head out; I'm on my way," I replied, stepping out of my office.

These relentless rogues never seem to learn. Each one that has dared to attack my pack has met a grim end-death. I refuse to let another rogue attack threaten my pack, not this time.

Changing into my wolf form, I raced towards the borders. My wolf, JJ, is a massive grey beast. I sprinted swiftly until I reached the frontline. My warriors were already engaged, killing rogues as instructed. There would be no mercy shown today.

The scent of rogue blood permeated the air, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Without a moment's hesitation, I sank my teeth into the gut of one who lunged at me, ending its life instantly. I fircely pinned down yet another, viciously biting into its face. The blood splattered onto my fur, igniting a primal rage within me. I seized another rogue by the neck and tore it from its body.

Moments later, the battlefield was silent-every last rogue lay dead. "Strengthen our security patrols. Increase the number of warriors stationed at the border; this marks the fourth rogue attack we've faced this month. I want this to end," I declare, frustration evident in my voice.

"Understood, alpha," the head warrior responded before departing with his team. They are important to our pack's safety, and any lapse in their vigilance could put us in a terrible situation.

"I've contacted the neighboring packs to see if they've been facing similar rogue threats, but they all reported nothing. It appears that our pack is the only one currently under attack," Sam, my delta informed me.

"I can't quite grasp why these attacks keep happening. Are they gearing up for something big? If that's the case, why send them out in small groups when they're bound to face certain death?"

"Instead of wiping them all out, why not capture one and get information? We could use interrogate them until they reveal what's really happening," he suggested.

Honestly, I hadn't considered that approach. The mere presence of rogues ignited a desire in me to send them back to the moon goddess.

"That's a solid plan. Just remind me when the next attack occurs," I replied as I continued on my way.

"Of course, Alpha," Sam acknowledged.

As I walked toward my home, pack members greeted me warmly. My parents passed away eight years ago in a tragic plane crash while returning from an international conference in Mexico.

Just a months after their passing, I was sworn in as the Alpha of the New Moon pack at the age of eighteen. I managed everything pretty well with my mate, Anto, by my side. But I lost her when our son, Tom, was just three during a sudden attack by rogues.

For months, I couldn't muster a smile; I became distant and cold, finding joy only in my son's presence. My hatred for rogues grew deep, and I took them down on sight.

"Daddy!" Tom shouted as he rushed over for a hug. His hair was a mix of colors-blonde on one side and black on the other. The blonde came from me, while the black was inherited from Anto.

"How's my boy?" I asked, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"I'm good, Daddy! I made a new friend," he replied, subtly signaling he wanted to be set down. I obliged, and he dashed off to introduce me to a boy he had been dragging along. I recognized him immediately.

"Daddy, meet Blakey! He's my new friend!" Tom exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.

"Hey Blake, how are you?" I asked, crouching down to his level.

"I'm good, sir," he replied shyly, looking adorable. I playfully tousled his hair before standing back up.

"Daddy, can Blakey come over for a sleepover on Saturday?" Tom asked, giving me his most irresistible puppy dog eyes. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"We'll need to check with his parents first, Tom," I replied.

"Good afternoon, Alpha," came Evelyn's voice from behind me.

"Good afternoon, Evelyn. Are you finished for the day?" I inquired.

"Not quite. I'm just here to pick him up," she explained, and Blake rushed over, wrapping his arms around her. She is mated to Sam, my delta. Together, they have Blake who is eight years old and also an Omega. After three challenging years of trying for a baby, Evelyn unable to conceive, they chose to adopt Blake two years later.

"Would it be alright if Blake joins us for a sleepover with Tom on Saturday?" I asked.

"Oh, that sounds perfectly fine," she said with a smile.

"Yayyy!" Tom and Blake cheered, their hands clasped together as they bounced with excitement. Evelyn and I shared a laugh.

"Alright then, see you later. Goodbye, Blake," I waved to them as they left.

Once I got home, as usual, I felt a pang of sadness at Anto's absence. The house felt too empty without her. I tried to shake off that feeling; I didn't want to let it show in front of my son.

Tom took out his homework, while I still had some tasks ahead of me. I suggested he complete his assignments in my study. I dove into my work. After two hours, I wrapped up my tasks and noticed Tom had dozed off on the sofa.

In that moment, it was just the two of us, and I felt a deep sense of contentment being with him. And I wanted it to stay that way.