Allison shut her eyes. She didn’t want to die in a wolves’ brawl. But she felt the wind brushing her face again.
They were back on the run. And the white wolf dashed at the speed of lightning, reaching the hanging bridge in a matter of seconds. Brandon crossed the bridge shortly, and she drew the end knots from the lever that connected it to the opposite side.
They were safe – for now.
She could still hear the howling and faded roars of the wolves when Brandon transformed back to his human form. He took the bag she was carrying and got himself dressed – in front of her.
I could get used to this.
“Let’s go.”
He was sweating heavily, and was out of breath.
“Where?”
“Anywhere,” he said, filling his lungs with air. “Away from Wakerlin.”
“B-but I don’t have money. I don’t have clothes. We need to call Franklin,” she answered, procrastinating as she searched her jeans for her mobile phone.
“No. You can’t.” Brandon quickly took her phone away, smashing it to pieces on the ground. “You must not get in contact with anyone in the mansion – especially Franklin.”
“Why?” she questioned angrily, folding her arms on her chest.
“Because they will kill him, too.”
“Too?” she murmured softly in confusion, muttering Brandon’s sentence on repeat.
Allison felt his hands on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Your Uncle Borris killed your father. He was the brown wolf. He killed the Alpha.”
She froze at the information. She had another uncle? And this time, a traitor. Bowing her head, Allison bit her fingernails. She didn’t know what to do or how to react. She wanted to cry. But no tears would come.
“W-why would he kill my father?” she questioned.
“Because your father was a good man, and a good leader. The wolves in the village loved him. But your uncle wanted to have the leadership for himself.”
“And now that my father died, he can get what he wants?”
“Yes, but not completely.”
“What do you mean?”
“Because you are still alive,” he stated, taking her hand and starting to walk again.
“I-I don’t understand,” she heard herself squeak in a high-pitched voice, making her grimace.
“He wants to kill you. As long as you’re alive, you can be your father’s heir. And as long as you are breathing, his leadership and claim will always be questioned.”
“But I’m human,” she mumbled.
“Half-human,” he corrected her. “You are the Alpha’s daughter; you might be human, but his blood runs in your veins. You may have a wolf inside you.”
Mulling over the things Brandon had told her, Allison felt lighter when they were able to get out of the woods. The moon was bright and it made her feel better, watching and admiring it. She should’ve gone out a lot more when she was younger.
“What about Franklin?” she asked again as Brandon led her to the back gate of Wakerlin.
“We can’t. Franklin was born a wolf. And a wolf’s scent is strong. It can be easily tracked. That is one reason why your father entrusted your safety to me,” he said, tilting his head to see her.
Under the light of the moon, he was outrageously beautiful as the soft light touched his skin. His green eyes were dark, giving him the aura of an untouchable creature.
