Thirty Four.

Alpha Colt

It was hours before Lilah started making any sense. She would mutter words at barely a whisper. Eventually, her words became sentences. And even though she was asleep. I could finally work out what had happened to her.

Her face screwed up more times than I could keep track of. Even my company wasn’t comforting her anymore. It seemed that she was trapped in a cycle of nightmares. Replaying one after the other.

The Lycans come and go, but Drake was the one who surprised me. He appeared alongside his brother Grant. Drake’s head was hanging, just like every other time I had seen him.

“This is my fault, Alpha Colt. Take my life!” His eyes were still on the floor. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at me.

“You agree with this?” I asked Grant. It wasn’t common for someone to request that I end their life. Well, not like this anyway. Most mutter it in their final words. Like I would somehow stop what I was doing. That their demand would make me save them. It never worked.

“We