Big Bad Alphas

   I have always taken care of Kendra like a mother.

   "Kendra!"

   "Kendra!"

   My mother was broken, always too hurt to properly take care of a child. All she could do was her job, helping the Luna.

   "Kendra, where are you!"

   I would make breakfast in the morning while our mother slept, or while she stayed at another's house. She was heartbroken, and it made her reckless sometimes. I wanted to hate her for it, but I couldn't. I hated her because she let the sadness make her weak.

   "Kendra!"

   "Kendra, please!"

determined again. All she had left, all her energy went into her job, none to spare for her family. In her mind, her family

have gone? Did Kendra simply run in a random direction until she couldn't hear

could have ran her way into one of Alpha Kenn's guards, gotten herself taken, or worse. She is probably scared, crying, begging that I find her in time—but what if I can't? How can I let her down when it matters the most? Kendra's

of the

thick coat of dark fur. Not knowing if the beast has seen me more not, I

me. If I beg, it will kill me. If I shift and then run, it will catch me. If I scream, it will kill me. Either way this beast, stronger and bigger than I

in its eyes, an animal ready to do what it does

me, giving me no time to think any longer. With a quick and sudden decision, I throw my head back and let my beastly side take over. Hairs sprouting one by one in a split second, bones shifting, changing like a caterpillar to butterfly, and once dull human eyes turn to something much darker, glowing in

other wolf growls at me, threatening me, telling me that I will soon die. I have much to loose, but so much more to fight for.

of a jaw, the wolf makes its move and takes me to the ground with a startling thud. I fall to my back and immediately roll out from underneath its heavy body, dodging another attempt to sink its teeth into my neck.

playing it the backyard, but rather than barks, the air is filled with snarling and growling, snaps and whimpers. I am again brought to the ground, fighting

knowing it is hot on my trail. Things are crushed underneath me, sounds that I have never heard before, large branches, bushes, dead tree branches, as I have no time to be so careful to where I step. Mud coats my paws as I rush