9. A Helping Hand

....Present....

Zayn managed to stagger to his feet and leaned against a close tree so he wouldn't fall. He takes off his torn shirt revealing his broad chest and perfect abs.

"Wolves existing in what they call a human world, shocking!" He let out the statement in pain and rage.

Slowly, he wiped off the blood from on his stomach with the cloth and there was a fresh wound wide open on his skin.

"Damn it!" Zayn cursed under his breath and made to tie but paused hearing incoming footsteps. He wondered if the lady alpha had changed her mind and was returning to kill him.

"Who's there?" A soft feminine voice sounded and he turned to see a blonde appear at the scene with a shotgun she aimed at him.

He exhaled in relief seeing that it was not the one he expected. The wounded alpha was just too weak to engage in another fight but whoever this stranger was, he believed she wouldn't blow off his head with the weapon she was wielding.

"Easy..." He spoke but that did not make her let down