The Witch And The Alpha
Elian was a good kid who had only joined the guard last summer, and I remembered the day I had given him his first pair of leather bracers, but now he was looking at me like he didn't recognize his own Alpha.
"Alpha? What are you doing down here this late, and why is the witch with you?" Elian asked, his voice shaking as he took a step forward and finally saw the travel packs on our shoulders.
"Go back upstairs, Elian, and pretend you didn't see anything, and I’ll make sure the council doesn't find out you were slacking on your post," I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though the shadow was whispering that dead men tell no secrets.