The Alpha’s Mate Who Cried Wolf

Chapter 108

Beta Troy

The forest is the most serene, harmonious place I have ever seen. Trudging through thickets and

bramble, I hear leaves and twigs crunch under my boots. The forest has a sense of magic about her.

She truly is enchanting.

Halfway through the forest, I hear the sound of trickling water. Feeling quite thirsty after such a long

trek, I follow the sound and eventually find a stunning waterfall. I hold my flask underneath the stream

for a while to fill it before having a drink

In the distance, someone with a very melodic voice sings a very beautiful song.

I make my way toward West Wallow in human form and arrive a few hours later. Had I been in my wolf

form, I would have arrived sooner, but going undetected by the humans when war could be

approaching, is extremely crucial

I wander around the market in Wellmore and buy some of the juiciest fruit I have ever had. The King’s

soldiers stop at stalls with carts and place half the contents on the wooden tables into wooden crates. A

soldier addresses the whole village with an announcement

By order of King Fenris! King Fenris orders everyone to donate half their food to their sovereign again.

These donations will feed his soldiers when we prepare to go to war against Alpha King Damon. So,

the rumours are true. They are planning a war, and humans outnumber werewolves greatly, and we’re

not our strongest without a Luna,

I look at the goods belonging to a stall beside me, and my stomach lurches when I realise what I’m

seeing. Furs belonging to my kind, displayed on metal iron hooks, with little lox furs.

Werewolf fur! They’re the ones killing the rogues. Pack wolves or rogues – this should not be

happening to our kind!

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A young woman accidentally bumps into the wooden table, and the pelts on the hooks sway from side

to side. I’m so sorry young girl apologises, and the stall-holder assures her not to worry

She clasps a hand over her mouth to stille a gasp, shocked by what this stall is selling. Reserving my

disgust, I purchase all of the werewolf hides from the stall and sling them over my shoulder. The girl

watches me and then runs off

Poor thing. She was just as horrified as I was at the sight of the furs. Odd, a human is so upset over

them, though. No one else bats an eyelid

Walking back toward the edge of the forest with the pelts, I try not to imagine their last moments,

After burying the hides, I return to Wellmore Village. I approach a group of middle-aged women sitting

on wooden crates, crocheting, and ask them if they can tell me anything about the wolf pelts. They give

each other funny looks before one of them speaks

Villagers have been scouring through the forest and going as far as entering Moon Crest to hunt and

kill rogues and bring back their pelts to sell at market. It has helped everyone pay the tax rise. They

fetch more at the market than a normal wolf because they’re thrice the size. Most of the villages in

West Wallow sell these pelts. If taxes are unpaid, it’s five lashes by King’s orders, she explains. I thank

the women and head to the next village

Arriving in Treehold at sunset, a group of locals complain about the tax hike and the food shortage they

now face. An elderly lady chats quietly with her husband outside a tavern.

We can barely afford the regular tax! War costs money, and protection from the werewolves is

paramount, but where does he expect us to get the money? She says, her hands clasped in her lap.

My dear, it puts Treehold and us in dire straits. I might have to accept lashes instead’ Her husband

says, patting her knee

Don’t talk nonsense, Harold, you old fool! If anyone is going to get lashes, it’ll be the soldiers, by me!’

Now, who’s talking nonsense, Margaret? They’d execute you on the spot if you tried to fight them. We’d

be very lucky if they didn’t bum our house down for it, Harold says.

Youre nght Well just have to think of a way to come up with the money, Margaret sighs, and I approach

the couple

Wood evening. I wonder if you can direct me to your local Tavern, please?

Margaret cocks a brow and looks me up and down with a smirk of approval,

‘What business does a handsome man like you have in a small town like this?’ Margaret asks

flirtatiously.

‘Margaret!’ Harold shouts.

Oh, calm down, dear. I’m just having a little fun.

Even though I’m young enough to be her grandson, I reach for her hand and place a gentle kiss on the

back of her hand.

I’m very flattered you think me handsome. It’s a shame you are married, Margaret, for I’d scoop you up

now and run far, far away with you.

‘Oh, my!’ Margaret blushes.

‘Now listen here, young man!’ Harold scolds.

‘Oh, be quiet, Harold, you’re ruining the moment, and for you, sir, the Tavern is straight ahead and to

the left,

Thank you.’ I smile and nod, parting ways.

Inside the tavern, I order a pint and pay for a room for the night. I take my pint and find an empty seat

in the corner near the fireplace. I’m going to have mind-link Alpha Damon later. I’ve been gone longer

than expected. I’ll let him know what I have found out, so he can start prepping the warriors for the

incoming war.

Maia

A few days have passed since my first visit to Wellmore. I have no food, which was to be expected. I’ll

have to go back to Wellmore today to get some food and hopefully see Vivian and her girls again. I

reflect on the humans I saw in the forest and the large gust of wind I summoned, which almost blew

them over. Focusing, I try to summon the force of energy again, but nothing happens. I complain to

Ember.

‘I don’t get it. I know I created that gust of wind. I felt the energy around me and in me. I felt it in my

veins, flowing through me. I need to know what I’m capable of, I sulk. Ember inspects me on the

ground and nudges my hand. He stares intently at the palm of my hand like there’s something there. I

look at my palms and find myself focusing. My palms are growing warm. I remain still and concentrate

on the warmth. A large flame suddenly appears in my hand.

I jump up and, in a panic, wave my hands up and down through the air.

‘My hand! It’s on fire! What do I do, Ember?’ I’m squawking and flapping about like a dazed baby bird.

Ember rolls onto his back and feigns sweetness. He isn’t worried at all. I soon realise the flame isn’t

burning me.

You knew I could do this, didn’t you?’ I ask him.

Ember stands and nuzzles his face against my calve like a cat. I close my hand, and the flame

disappears.

‘Ember, what am I? What else can I do?’ I ask him. He eyes me before running off through some trees.

‘Ember! Don’t you run away from me, Mister! Get back here!’ I shout as the energy fills my palms

again, and a big gust of wind encircles me in a wave. I’m impressed and stunned. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

‘It’s working, I say happily to no one. I take a breath and gently blow towards a pebble.

A small gust blows the pebble across the ground.

Hurtip up and down in excitement

A gente breeze comes and goes, and I smile. It’s time to go to Wellmore.