Chapter 5: The Alpha of Death

I wake up to the smell of pancakes and roll over to check my alarm clock. F*ck I slept in. Great mom is going to be pissed.

“Mia! Come down stairs and eat.”

When I don’t respond the sharp clicking of heels on the hall floor tells me if I’m not up in five seconds my ass is fried.

I throw back the covers and meander to my dresser and grab a pair of black leggings and matching black sports bra.

The door swings open and there stands my mother in a huff. She had a right to be flustered. Today was no ordinary day. Today was going to change everything, I could feel it. The pack members would already be at the training grounds by the pack house to set up for tonight’s fight.

“Mia we don’t have time for this, come downstairs and eat so we can go help. It’s your father’s fight and he would want us to set a good example.”

I didn’t argue, she was right I shouldn’t have slept in. And I could not begin to imagine how she must be feeling knowing her mate would be fighting to the death tonight.