68.Tricks and threats 

Grant

I shifted in mid air, lunging on Aaron’s wolf and forcing him to let go of Dora. With delicacy, Stormy nuzzled at her nuzzle, but she didn’t move.

Fuck! Hell! No! I shouldn’t have let it happen! I should have left everything and come to this pack. Shifting back, I placed Dora’s head on my lap.

“Call a doctor!” I screamed, barely noticing how the Royal Pack officers wrenched Aaron’s wolf out of the ring. My Alpha aura expanded together with my distress and the loud crowd stilled in silence.

“The doctor is coming, Alpha.” I heard a female voice but didn’t turn to look at its source. I only had eyes for her -- my Dora, my Cal, my Lily.

Tears trickled down my cheeks while I caressed her blood coated fur. That fucking wolf couldn’t only give up and accept it, he had to attack her behind her back to drag her with him towards ruin and death. I would kill, if staying here with her and fighting for her life wasn’t far more important than fighting for his death.

Soft points of light