Chapter 19: An Angry Alpha

Hastily, I covered his naked, bloody body with the cape. I watched his beautiful face, admiring him as he was unconscious.

I looked around knowing it was not safe. If any more werewolves should find us, we would both be dead.

"Alpha Deucalion," I gently touched his face trying to wake him up.

His face was so soft and smooth. The touch of the skin of his face was pleasing to my hand.

He wasn't responding. Again I called him, but still, he wasn't. We had to leave.

I gently rested his head on the ground. Both hands went under his arms and I began to pull him to the witch's cave. We'd be safe there until he's conscious again, I assumed.

He was heavy but I was determined to save his life. I had managed to get him inside. As I did, I return outside and conceal the traces of the path I had pulled him. I hurriedly return inside and locked the door. I searched for any weapon that could protect us until he was awakened. I had managed to find a wolfsbane and a bow with an arrow that seemed to be