Chapter thirty three

“Sean,” Aliyah whispered as she could feel the wolf’s white eyes on her. She knew this wolf wasn’t like the ones on the blood moon night, she could sense the strength and knew it would be around ninety to hundred years when it was still alive. She is just a nineteen year old wolf, how can she battle a deranged hundred years old wolf? “Sean,” she yelled when the wolf leaped at her. She dodged the attack, thanks to her speed and the commotion finally brought Sean and Steven’ attention.

“A rogue,” Steven said.

“Yes, but a stronger one. Much stronger than the ones we fought on blood moon night,” Sean replied, his previous animosity with the young alpha forgotten as they both draw out a means to fight the wolf. Not only is the wolf older and stronger than them, it appeared not to be in it’s senses which means every attack would be for the kill. “We need to work together.”

“I know,” Steven replied, his hand tightening on his spear. “We are going to continue tomorrow on the training ground.”