CHAPTER SEVEN

--Alyssa--

He was getting nearer and nearer, and I could see every detail of his grim expression. This was real, and I had to get out of here. Now.

I glanced at the door, wide open, almost inviting me to make a run for it. But I knew better than to flee through the front—he'd catch me in an instant. He was Alpha Xavier, the alpha king of all werewolves. Known for his ferocity and merciless tactics, he was someone to avoid at all costs.

My heart raced as he approached. His steps were steady, calculated. There was no emotion on his face, just cold determination. I couldn't let him reach me. I had to act, but how?

Using my werewolf speed, I shot towards the door like lightning, my mind racing with the urgency of escape.

His voice, like thunder, echoed through the room, "Get her!" he roared, barking orders to his guards.

But they couldn't catch me. I was a white wolf, and my speed was unparalleled. I knew that heading to my grandma's house wasn't an option—she'd try to protect me, and tha