The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(At the Forbidden Forest)

This was wrong in every way. Evelyn heard another gunshot and she held Timothy’s neck tighter. Lydia kicked him on impulse.

“This forest isn’t for hunting! What part of that didn’t you understand!!” Evelyn yanked his hair till some dark strands laid on her hands.

Timothy winced trying to fight off her hands but his was tied behind him.

Chan ran back, breathing heavily, “The hunters had scattered in. I’m even scared of going close so they wouldn’t gun me down”.

Lydia slapped Timothy. Evelyn frowned at that but her little sister didn’t mind.

“You are just as horrible as your father, I’d tell you!” she yelled.

The young man pouted. He didn’t expect this. He had wanted to annoy Jackson, yes. But he didn’t bring all the hunters.

He just called a friend to help him catch that doe. He had a hunter’s pride that never left him let any lost catch go unfound.

But that friend had called all his team when Timothy had promised that the forest wasn’t dangerous. There was another gunshot.

“Scott would kill you when he comes back. As many animals that’d dead, you’d die as many times” Evelyn let go of his hair and went back to the cavern.

She shouldn’t bother herself too much about the animals. They’d still be hunted by their predators. She should worry about her sick brother.

“Chan, watch him. Lest he cause more harm” Lydia ordered Chan pointing at Timothy. Chan bowed in response.

He looked at himself wondering what made him bow. Lydia sprinted out of the cavern.

“Is it me or is Lydia feeling scary?” Timothy mumbled to Chan.

Han who was watching them sighed. Lydia had to be Scott’s mate. It confirmed everything. She was always getting his aura from time to time.

“Tim, that’s a bad move. Just hope Scott is in good mood when back” Han joked. Timothy looked at him, eyes filled with regret.

Lydia sighted a pregnant wolf, hiding away from a hunter. It was the mother of the wolf pup who played with her.

She had never seen the wolf before but knew just by sensing. What’s with her?

She came in front of the hunter just when he wanted to cock his gun.

“This animal is under protection. Tell your men to leave this instant!” she commanded pointing towards the exit.

The man smirked holding up his gun to shoot past her, “I don’t usually listen to women. Why should I listen to one trying to steal my catch?”.

Lydia clenched her fists, shooting daggers from her eyes, “Listen to me, my dear. Or you’d never leave here alive”.

The hunter smiled till it began to fade when he saw Lydia meaning business. The aura coming from her made him lower his gin.

“Look, I don’t… want trouble. I’m just a… hunter” he stuttered.

“Look for somewhere else to hunt. Take your men with you, now!” some of the wolf pack began circling the hunter as Lydia’s voice grew harsher.

As the hunter bent low to take his weapons, a black huge wolf jumped on him, snarling at his head.

The wolfs circling him dashed away and the pregnant wolf mother sped off as well. Lydia was startled by the sudden presence.

Seeing it was Walt, by the red marks on it, she didn’t know whether to feel happiness or worry.

“Walt, don’t kill him!” she ran to the enraged wolf and tried to stop him from clawing the man’s head off.

The man tried blocking with his gun but Walt’s eyes shone red and he lost his will to defend himself. Willing to die.

“Walt! Scott!! Walt!! He’s a human” Lydia tried warning. A gunshot from far off stopped Walt from struggling with the defenseless man.

He leapt into the air and in a second he was following the gunshots. Lydia rushed to the bloody faced hunter and helped him up.

“Those are the protector of these forest. That’s why it’s called forbidden. Blow your whistle, tell your men to cease fire”.

After that, Lydia ran after Walt to prevent him from hurting himself or any other person. The hunter stood there recovering from what he just saw, before fainting, the whistle still in his hands.

Lydia saw by a hunter with a hand detached. He struggled to stand, looking at her in regret. She stared in horror before following the blood trails.

“Walt!?” but only screams answered her. Why was Walt in beast mode? And where was the Red Mountains or Alpha Red?

A hunter was screaming his lungs out as Walt was growling at him. He had no where else to run to and was atop a cliff.

But he’d rather fall off and get swept away by waters than to be eaten by this huge wolf. He hadn’t even gotten a catch.

Lydia pulled back Walt’s tail making him turn to her. She looked terrified as his hind legs threw her backwards. He seemed to not know her.

The hunter was going closer to the cliff, begging the wolf who seems to be enjoying everything.

“Bad Wolf, Walt. You’re just as dangerous as I heard werewolves were” Lydia shouted, her legs were sprained as her head was going back to the traumatic incident with a wolf. This same wolf.

Walt snarled at her, prancing toward her as she kept on scolding him.

“Werewolves are bloody and dangerous and you’re no exception” she spat at the wolf, waiting for it to do her worst.

The hunter took the invitation to run when the wolf no longer faced him. He blew his whistle, signaling other hunters to leave the forest.

Lydia was expecting her head torn out of her body or something worse. What was worse?

But Walt just sat in front of her, breathing heavily like he was trying to snap out a cage he was in. It reminded her of everything.

A young black wolf, licking her face to wake her up. In the background she could hear Margaret’s screams asking where she was.

And all she could mutter was ‘I am with Wolfie” inaudibly. Blood seeped out of her head, under a stone. She wished the wolf was human that’d save her.

And just then, it felt like she saw a boy. Next she knew, she was being dragged away from the boy by her sisters.

She looked up at Walt now whose eye color had normalized and his breathing was normal, he licked the blood on her head that he caused when he kicked.

She slapped his snout, making him flinch, “Get away from me, you psychotic beast. I’d never let you hurt me again”.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.