I can tell that I’ve gotten his attention even if the s*** watashee


    I’m in a clearing in the woods. It’s southwest of the yground There’s a river to the wast and about a dozen man made, one tooth shacks are in the clearing heard muffed crane and it let me here. I need alpha.


    I try to emphasize my need in the hopes to get him moving


    I’ve got his number. I’ll call him. He finally reassures me.


    “Thank you.”


    I remain silent but still in the link waiting to see <b>if </b>jamie needs any more information to ry to the alpha. It’s only after he closes the link that I get back to what’s in front of me.


    I close my eyes as I enter into a partial shift, yet another thing they made assumptions on. The only reason I refused to open my eyes when I went into a partial while holding Madilyn was mostly because of the severe concussion that I had going on. The way my eyes look like the devil’s doesn’t give me much confidence when I’m around others which is the other reason I hesitated so badly but Beta Patrick, unlike alpha, waspletely wrong. I have to partially shift in order to mark the girls so I’ve gotten used to the way my eyes work in a partial as I’ve only fully shifted twice after that


    very traumatic first time.


    I have found the partial shift quite useful in a variety of situations. Right now, I need his heightened sense of sight and hearing, while his ws are beneficial in any potential battle.


    I creep silently into the clearing, freezing as soon as I hear the slightest sound. I turn my head


    slowly waiting for my ears to pick up where the sound came from, a major downfall towards staying


    mostly human.


    I hear the sound again. This time it sounds like feet rubbing against something soft like a nket or


    mattress. I freeze again not wanting to lose the sound as muffled cries can now be heard but nothing


    else. No instructions, no hitting, stumbling or anything else to indicate a struggle outside of her


    muffled cries. This makes me wonder if there’s multiple wolves involved and if they’re from the same


    pack. Unfortunately for both of us, the swollen river fromst night’s rains has put me at a disadvantage. I may be able to hear her faint cries but I can’t pinpoint which shack they’re hiding in. So I do the only thing I feel I can in this situation. Slowly, I make my way to the shack closest to <b>me </b>


    not knowing who or what lies inside.


    While I creep my way forward I try toe up with a n. Do I want to just burst in? But what if it’s some misunderstanding? I’d look like a fool. But I know deep down exactly what’s going on. You don’t grow up in a pack where this is taught to be a normal thing and not know the tale tell signs: that a she–wolf is being assaulted.


    As I get closer to the first shack in the semi circle around the clearing, I can tell that there’s no soundsing from the inside. Still, I approach the door with caution. Just because there’s no sound doesn’t mean there’s no one in there. I can only really think of the worst possible situation that these have been created for but I try to push that away. I’m not home. This isn’t that kind of pack.


    I turn the knob slowly to find the knob doesn’t budge. Uncertain as to why it would be locked, I make my way to the next one, about ten feet away. I turn the knob and this door slowly creaks open under my weight. It’s an impressively heavy door for the size of the shack. To my relief there’s no one inside giving me an opportunity to get a general idea of what’s inside. I know that I need to hurry but part of me wants to stall until alpha gets here with back up. If this is indeed a gang rape I don’t think think I can take multiple wolves on at once, especially if they are all delta or beta level wolves. It’s umon toe across more than one alpha prospect in a run but it’s not impossible for me not to be the only one.


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