Diana
I hurry after the Alpha, my heart racing as I try to keep up with his long strides. He's several paces ahead, the sack of potatoes perched effortlessly on his broad shoulder. I can't help but stare at his back, my emotions in complete turmoil.
Fear still courses through my veins. How can it not? He's the most powerful Were I've ever encountered. The waves of power rolling off him are so intense that if I had a fully developed wolf, it would be constantly cowering in his presence. Even with my weak senses, I can tell he's restraining his aura. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
But then there's the other side of him. The side that's shown me kindness, that's protected me—even if it was a misunderstanding. He's a walking contradiction, and it's driving me mad trying to figure him out.
My eyes land on the sack of potatoes on his shoulder, and I'm struck by the oddity of it all. When have I ever seen an Alpha doing such menial labor? Especially to aid a low-ranking wolf like
