Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

The witch’s first appearance was a decoy. Her unconscious body on the ground faded into thin air. Like the fleece of a sheep blown by the wind. Everyone was stunned by this ambiguity. The corners of the room were dust-filled with massive cobwebs and extensive dark paintings that looked like contorted ravens on a branch.

Faye stepped back and looked and Xander. She owed him assistance for an act of betrayal. She was not going to be around much longer in this abandoned cabin. The breeze blew the door open.

She looked at her escape.

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Xander was less belligerent and only cared for Catherine right now.

She slowly transformed. Her clothes tore into shreds. Her limbs bulged with furry intensity and build. Her eyes were green like aurora. She growled as her claws sprung out.

She was a beautiful black wolf. Her eyes were brightened in the moonlight. She paced her hind legs and blasted through the door. She was fat on the yellowish-green fields.

A foreboding threat was brooding. He realized Catherine was not making sounds or movements. Her body was still and immotile. Her warmth still coursed through her body as he fell from putting a palm on her neck. Her eyes were wide open her hold on him was flaccid and she dropped. He caught her by the waist and gently placed her on the creaking floorboard.

***

He wandered aimlessly inside the cabin looking for the old lady. He tore through the ceilings of the rooms. Demolishing the structure of the little space. He stood in the room Catherine was laid and stared out the broken porcelain window.

“Show yourself you witch!” he rocked back and forth.

“An Alpha alone is defenseless,” her scratchy voice circled the room. “How brave of you and very stupid to come here without a pack. What good is the head without the body?”

Xander began to cough from the black smoke that emerged from beneath him. He clamped his arm over his nose and tried to run to Catherine. His legs failed him. He was not in possession of directing his body. A sudden hold from head to toe.

His eyes looked around and he felt his face slowly stiffening. His mouth was still given the grace of utterance.

“You are weak!” he hollered. “That’s why you hide away in the darkness. I dare you to come out and face me!”

He was feeling the thread of hopelessness. He failed to admit his powerless state and he was never the one to seek help in the years he had lived. The first man. The leader, who is headstrong and ready for battle.

“It is unlikely you would want to die for a human than live on to rule your pack,” her voice drew nearer. Xander strained his arm to squeeze a fist.

“I will not be defeated by your words and tricks,” his eyes were grim and his mouth was foamy. “I will sniff you out and rip you apart if you hurt her. I will die here if I have to see her leave this rustic cag=din alive.”

Footsteps came from inside the shadowed corner of the room. A frail human figure sheathed in the wings of a raven emerged.

Xander strained his eyes. His palms opened free.

“Don’t lock yourself away just yet,” the old lady inched forward.

As though in suspended animation. He couldn’t put up a fight. His sweat drops were scorched in the dark smoke. It was like he inhaled his death up close.

***ON THE ROAD***

The beta and the delta are loyal to their Alpha and don’t wait back at the courtyard. They had driven all the way north and were making their way uphill to a barn house. This was where they last contacted Xander. They would make their search from here.

“Are you sure those are the right coordinates,” Manny grabbed the phone from Joni.

“Hey! Now you are worried?” Joni furrowed his brows. “Before we got in the car you were less enthused about coming out here. You wanted to wait till he came back,” he took his phone back from Manny’s careless grip.

The phone dropped in between the driver’s seat and the safe next to the armrest.

“The hell man?” Manny groaned. He reached and stuck his hand down to the seat to reach for the phone. The faster Joni drove, it pushed the gadget away from his hand.

Joni pulled and made a turn where he saw the verdant hills.

“I think we are here now,” Joni gazed at the roof of the barn ahead.

“Park outside don’t move in,” Manny pointed at the crooked signpost. “just in case we need to pull out from an ambush.”

“You are not telling me what to do man,” Joni stiffened. “I am the one behind the well so chill,” Joni creased his forehead clamping his palms tightly on the wheel.

“This isn’t no competition bro just park the freaking car,” Manny opened his palms in the air cocking his head.

Joni drove in regardless. The ambience was sinister but there was no presence. Joni parked at an open shed. Manny glanced at him with discontent unlocking the door.

“You can go around back,” he dragged a wooden slate away from the opening. “Let me check this out,” he turned to Manny dusting the dirt off his palms.

“This bustard,” Manny hissed.

Manny went out back still. Behind the barn was less rummage and more foliage. He found tracks on the ground. He got down to feel the muddy prints. They were large, extended, and aligned.

“A car must have gone through here,” he said looking at the road it leads.

***

“Hey Manny,” Joni inched backward when he saw claw pints of blood on the ground.

His eyes widened by the wildering effect in the confined space. The lights twitched incessantly. The walls were smashed in at one end.

Joni trembled when Manny rushed in hitting on the arm.

“There’s a trail out back. I’m guessing it’s Xander’s car,” he tugged Joni on the arm. “Jeez. Who’s blood is this?” he palmed the back of his neck.

“Man this ain’t human blood,” Joni lowered on the ground to touch the moist spill. He rubbed his fingers together, “No way Xander got ambushed.”

They went out back to check out the trails. Joni was confident he could trace the tracks.

“We can move on foot,” Joni signaled Manny. “He is not far… I know it,” he looked at the dark narrow road.

Joni jolted upright and turned to Manny. Manny jammed his hands into his pockets and stared at him, “You mean we should run?” Manny raised a brow.

“I guess so,” he smiled and winked.

“Don’t be winking at me Nigga,” Manny scoffed. “Sus as hell.”

Joni had started running. Manny joined him from behind.