My Ruthless Alpha

That is no wolf

Jazmine’s pov

My heart caught in my throat when a very large grey wolf jumped onto the hood of the car, over the roof and then gone as I pulled up to the woods leading to the river.

“Ooooh my God!” The scream tore out of me as I rapidly came to a stop.

“Oh my god, what the f**k! Oh my God I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die! God please don't let me die!” I cried as I frantically looked around the car, trying to spot the wolf but it had disappeared just as it had appeared.

“Okay, maybe I dreamt it, maybe I'm seeing things, I just scared. I'm just scared!” I was hyperventilating at this point, trying to convince myself of lies.

I didn't have the mind to conjure up something like that, plus the hood of the car had a dent on it; and my eyes were glued on it as I lied to myself.

I sat there in silence, thinking of the horrible ways I was going to die as silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

Fear was the only reason I wasn't ugly crying right now. Maybe if I stayed silen…

My soul almost left my body when the very, very, VERY loud ringing of my phone cut my thoughts off.

“Shut up, shut up!” I sobbed as I grabbed the phone, answering so it would stop making so much noise.

“Hello?” I whispered into the cell, a bit of relief washing over me as a little bud of hope blossomed within me.

I had no idea who was calling but maybe they could call for help.

“Jazzy! Where’s you?” Chelsea's drunken slurring reminded me of the reason I was out here in the first place.

“f**k Chelsea where are you?!” I whisper yelled into the phone as I looked around for any signs of the predictor outside my metal refuge.

“In the woodsy, house, the house” she continued to slur while sounds of distant growls echoed in the background.

What the hell was going on? More importantly, I shouldn't be out here! Why didn't she listen to me?!

And why wasn't she making any sense?!!

“House? What house? Chelsea where are you?!” I asked again, thoughts of my family finding shredded pieces of me all over these woods sending shivers down my spine.

“Tea house” she slurred but this time I heard her. A bunch of guys around town had built a tree house for the kids to play in near the river when I was still young. I'd spent almost every weekend there growing up.

“The tree house!” I exclaimed, forgetting the danger lurking around me.

*Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah” her response turned into a scream, making me fly out of the car, racing towards the woods that were sure to kill me without a second thought.

The wolf I knew for sure was waiting to pounce on me long forgotten.

Did I even lock the door? Close it at least?

I didn't know, nor did I care; all I knew was that I had to get to her.

I couldn't lose her like I lost my mom, I wouldn't!

Branches hit and scraped at my skin till it was tender, but I refused to slow down. Relying on instinct and muscle memory to lead me to the tree house through the dark woods, I kept my pace, praying to God I get to her on time.

The sound of growls reached my ears and got louder the closer I got to the tree house, and somehow, that caused my feet to pump faster, trying to get to my best friend in time.

I don't think I could survive her dying, not like this, not tonight. I didn't have the strength to fight a werewolf, but I knew I had to get to her.

“Aaaah!” I heard a soft grunt and headed in that direction.

“Chelsea!” I exclaimed softly when I spotted her slumped against a tree, her clothes dirty and hair messy.

“Jazzy!” She smiled drunkenly when she lifted her head to look at me with hooded eyes.

I hadn't missed the loud growls and sounds of fighting form ahead of us and thought since I'd gotten here without trouble, I could quickly get the both of us to safety.

“Okay, come on, we have to go, it's not safe here” I said, looking around before grabbing her hand to throw around my shoulder, then wrapped my arm around her waist to pull her up.

I froze, my blood running cold as the sight before me quickly and suddenly killed the little hope I had of getting out of here alive.

“Wha is tha?” Chelsea seemed to sober up, even though she was still slurring and firmly held up by my shivering hands.

Blood red eyes looked at us how a starving man looks at a piece of steak. Inky blackness covering it's body instead of fur, and was it dripping?

It looked like falling shadows were covering it like second skin.

What terrified me the most was the large mouth with rows of large, sharp teeth; barred at us, ready to rip us to shreds.

That is no wolf!

If there was ever a mutated version of a werewolf, it was standing right in front of us, ready to pounce.

I felt my knees shake as unimaginable fear flamed through me, tears stinging my eyes as I silently grieved my short life.

There was no way out of this, we were going to die, probably the same way my mother did.

How I wish my life could Flash before my eyes, maybe I'd die feeling loved, maybe it wouldn't hurt as much knowing my family cared about me.

My family. My dad, my brother. Do I not owe it to them to fight? I can't just let this thing eat me! Sure I was still going to die, but I couldn't just stand here and let it have me!

No! I had to fight! I couldn't go down that easy. I knew my mother would have wanted me to fight to stay alive.

Slowly, I lowered Chelsea to the ground while keeping my gaze focused on the beast in front of me, flinching as it moved with us, crouching down as if to attack.

I didn't know if it was luck or God wanted me alive but I noticed a large stick at Chelsea's feet, causing a shot of adrenaline to force it's way through my crippling fear.

I quickly picked it up and started waving it in front of me, all while screaming, trying to scare it away.

My actions had the opposite effect and I quickly regretted every choice I'd ever made that led me into this situation.

Who was I kidding, I wasn't brave, I couldn't fight this thing.

It came closer, sniffing in my direction, then made a strained whiny noise before stepping back, it's expression changing into a … smirk?

What the hell was it doing? And why was I complaining? It wasn't attacking.

The creature looked up suddenly, and took off into the darkness beyond the trees, not sparing me even a single glance.

Before I could even sigh in relief, I caught movement up in the trees and as if time slowed, I made eye contact with beautiful green orbs before they disappeared in a flash of black and white.

“Wren, where's Wren?” Chelsea asked, returning my focus back to the present.

We weren't out of the woods yet, literally.

“I have no idea but we need to go, now” I said hastily, grabbing her back up and leaving these haunted woods.

God I wish I don't run into whatever that thing was again, I don't think I'll be lucky twice.

…

Adrenalin, how else could I explain how I got both Chelsea and I out of those woods, into the car and now safely in bed?

Fear maybe, I don't know, but whatever it was, it was gone now, leaving behind questions I couldn't answer, but worst of all, a fear I'd never felt before.

Pulling the covers over my passed out friend on shaky legs, my knees finally gave out and I fell on the floor in a heap, the reality of everything that happened in the last two hours bringing fresh tears to my eyes.

But one thing was clear, I couldn't stay here, I had to leave, at all costs!