3.Need a Hand?

Before I could even ask Isaiah what he meant, a soothing scent of what reminded me of fresh rain and cedar trickled into my nose, calming me for just a second before I heard a booming voice.

“What the Hell is going on?!”

The voice alone sent the calming sensation away instantly and goosebumps rose in my pale skin, reminding me that I had no clue what was happening; a few people froze with what I thought was fear and others seemed to just accept what was coming.

I knew I should've stayed home!

Isaiah quickly stood up and took my hand, he pulled me off the couch and away from the incoming footsteps, the lights that had since been the life of the party now seemed silly as they moved on the wall.

My feet moved quickly and right as Isaiah rounded the corner, Isaiah immediately stopped as we came face to face with the man I assumed belonged to the booming voice; I held onto Isaiah’s hand tighter, a growl ripped through the too warm air, or maybe it was my heart exploding with utter fear, and my eyes shot down not straying from my black flat dressed feet.

“Isaiah Bramms,” That voice is what I imagined a thunderstorm to sound like. “Let the girl go,”

My throat tightened as Isaiah let my hand fall and I visibly shivered; gradually my eyes looked up as my breathing felt all too loud or maybe it was my heart, I could've choked on my own saliva as I came face to face with what I assumed someone crafted by God looked like.

In front of me stood a tall man. His skin of gold was complimented by dark pools of charcoal eyes, matching curls of hair, and even though he wore a long sleeve shirt, there was no doubt in my mind the muscles that laid beneath. It was like all my book characters had come to life.

And he looked pissed.

His dark brows were furrowed with anger and although I knew we were in deep shit, I felt… Safe?

“What's your name?” The stranger asked me, features softening, his eyes flashing with some unknown emotion, and I answered without thinking.

“Valerie Wright, sir,”

His lips twitched and it felt like time stopped but as quick as it came, the moment passed and Isaiah opened his mouth; for once I wish he hadn't.

“Alpha, I-”

The stranger's angry look appeared once again as his dark eyes snapped to Isaiah and as his brows pulled together, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell Isaiah meant by alpha… What the heck is that?

Isaiah quickly moved to stand by another guy I had recognized from earlier.

“Get these people out of the pack house and back to wherever they came from,” Oddly calm was his voice now and peeling my eyes away from the sculpted man in front of me as he turned to face Isaiah, his back now facing me, I finally saw Austyn behind the man.

She kinked her neck to the side and following her line of sight, I saw William by the front door motioning me to follow. Slowly I backed up as Isaiah began to apologize to the man and I snuck out the door with Austyn quick on my heels.

Together the three of us dashed to the car as snow flurries fell and the white powder crunched under our feet which seemed so loud against the silent landscape. How Austyn moved so quickly on the snow with her red high heels was beyond me but by the time we got to the car and got in, the snow had started to really pick up. Flurries hit the backseat window I looked out of so fast I didn't even have time to memorize the unique patterns and I could hear each little landing with a flick noise.

“Who was that?” The words left me as William started his little Honda, Austyn automatically cranking the heat that turned on with a loud woosh and William huffed as the car cranked.

“No idea Valerie, and I don't want to find out either,”

“Then fucking drive!” Austyn squealed.

“It won't fucking start!” William yelled, cranking the car over again and again. Each crank let out a harsh high pitched eeee sound; now thankful I wore the sweater as the cold air started to set in around us.

“Oh shit,” Austyn spat, all of our eyes zipping up to the rearview mirror.

A pair of bright LED headlights came about, growing larger as they got closer, and I bit my lip - are we gonna go to jail for trespassing? Would William and Austyn get caught for underage drinking?

Questions flew in my head faster than lightning and I felt the stinging sensation bite at my eyes, sweat gathering in my palms, and as I tried to even my breathing, a big black truck pulled up beside us.

All of us seemed to hold our breath as the driver side door opened then shut harshly, a tall figure walking around the front and up to William’s door, and with a knock knock we all watched as William slowly turned the key just enough for the battery on the car to work just a bit.

He rolled the window down, cold air rushing in with the cedar scent heavy on my nose.

“Need a hand?”