Chapter 5

One Year Later...

It was summer break; most of the young wolves were relaxing or playing in the lawn in front of the pack-house. Randall Hart, Alpha of the Blue-Moon pack watched from the windows in his study, at the peaceful atmosphere in his pack. His daughter, Erza was training in hand combat with other wolves her age. He wasn't surprised at the change in her, in fact, he welcomed it. A year ago, she was just a normal teenager with all girly dreams, but everything changed after her kidnapping. He remembered the nightmare he went through when he found she was kidnapped. Randall still didn't get a grip on the untimely help he received from the mysterious she-wolf.

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"Did you search everywhere?" Randall yelled at his beta.

Matt recoiled at his anger, but responded, “Yes Alpha! School grounds, parks, everywhere, but we were not able to find Erza and two other girls."

‘Damn!’ They had been searching for two days now, but couldn’t find his daughter. His frustration was welling up, gnawing at him.

“Alpha, we got a situation on the western side of pack grounds." Reese, his third in command was yelling through the mind link.

"What is it, Reese?”

“Seems like rogue attack, except the attack is not on us, but on another wolf, not from our pack."

"Hold on," said Randall as he rushed to the scene.

They reached the western border in five minutes, what he saw halted him in his tracks. There was one she-wolf against five rogues. No, make that four as she took down one at that very instance. His men wanted to help but were stopped by the sheer ferocity the She-wolf was displaying. Her mane coated in blood and dirt, made it hard to figure out the color of the wolf and she was wounded very badly, but she never showed even hint of backing down. She looked behind, right at them and let out a warning growl, a growl showing her dominance and demanding, to back off.

“Men back down,” He ordered. “She clearly does not want us to interfere."

They watched in awe as she took down those wolves one by one. The last wolf left, tried to flee, but she pounced on him in one lunge and tore off his neck. She finished all the five wolves in a matter of minutes. When she looked back, he was amazed at the rage and power radiating off her.

‘This is no ordinary She-Wolf. She displayed the strength of a high ranking warrior,' mused Randall. When they tried to approach her, she ran away. They followed her only to find her stop at the edge of the forest, transform to her human half and collapse. The wounds must have finally gotten to her.

They brought her back to their pack-house, and the doctor started working on her immediately. Four hours later he reported back, "Her wounds are healing, but there is one wound which will take time to heal. The rogues were desperate in trying to kill her. She has a knife wound on her right side, and the knife showed to be coated in silver.” Randall and others gasped at that information, “She fought in that condition?” one of them exclaimed.

The doctor surged, “She is out of danger now; we just need to wait for her to wake up."

The next day there was in a meeting with his pack’s elite. They were still trying to find his daughter and the missing girls. There was no clue as to where they have been taken. With no further option, they decided to enlist the help of nearby packs.

"You don’t need to do that," a hard voice chimed in.

Randall looked up to find the source of the voice standing in his doorway, Casually leaning near the entrance without showing a hint of being afraid in an unknown pack's territory. Even with all the bruises and the bandages covering her, she seemed ready for action. Randall remembered her fight the previous day, wondering what she had to go through to reach that level of ferociousness. She was way too young, probably fifteen or sixteen.

“And how do you plan to help?" asked Alpha Randall.

She walked in like she owned the place, “The renegades that I killed yesterday belong to a group that my pack has been tracking for some time. I got a lead and followed them and found a hideout, about ten to fifteen miles from here. They were transporting some prisoners, I did see three girls among them."

Her news startled him. He stood up throwing the chair back, shattering it in the nearby wall. "How can we trust you?" he snapped, "You could be one of them and staged the act."