"Yes alpha, the pack has been finished, though i must say Alpha Josh did put up a fight," the new pack member
reported, standing at attention in front of their alpha, as he stood in front of the glass windows, his back to them,
staring out at the dark cloudy skies, ones in likeness to his soul, dark, dark and angry.
As the rumbling of the clouds indicated that a storm was soon to come, as their alpha stood straight, the broad
expanse of his shoulders blocking their view of what was outside, and his tall frame of 6'3 didn't help either, as he
wore a dark suit, his entire look sharp.
His hands behind his back, showing light glimpses of the many tattoos that were hidden under his jacket, as the
fabric around his arms stretched, trying to hold in the rippling muscle underneath that threatened to break free.
His hair, ended right above his nape, as they looked messy from him running his rough tan hands through them.
He then turned around, assessing his warriors that had brought them news, both of them were in their 20's tall and
built, but they couldn't compare to their alpha.
His hair was in likeness to his thick brows, dark, as dark as midnight, as dark as a starless night sky. While his
features were sharp and hard, his jaw was square and chiseled, with a light stubble on it, his cheekbones were high
and wide, his nose straight, his lips firm and full, and his skin tan.
His penetrating gaze left the best of men trembling under his dark gaze.
"Is there anything else alpha?â The warrior asked, trying to keep his voice strong
"Was there anything else that needed my attention?" He asked, his voice deep and rich, carrying authority in it.
It was then that the curious new pack member lifted his gaze, and for the first time looked into his alphas eyes,
They say eyes are the window to the soul, the trembling warrior didn't know what to say after he looked into his
superiors eyes.
One of his eye was a dark glacier blue, like looking into the depths of the ocean, like being drowned by tidal waves,
the iris had a thin black ring surrounding it, like that of darkness surrounding the silver of the moon. The other
however, was a warm green with flecks of gold around the pupil, the kind of gold that looked like droplets of the
sun. Ice and fire, such beautiful contradictions, and they were staring right at the frozen warrior, waiting for his
answer.
His eyes framed by thick and dark lashes, adding to his allure.
The other warrior next to him, cleared his throat to get the attention of his new friend who seemed to be rooted to his
place and tongue tied, to save himself from the impatient alphas wrath, he answered for his dear friend instead,
"No alpha, that was all." he said, his head slightly bent with respect.
The alpha nodded curtly and both the warriors left
Dante Enzo Salvatore, alpha of the Dark Crescent pack, one of the most biggest and fiercest pack ever known,
feared by all
After the death of his parents, at the age of 19, he took the rightful place as alpha, with his own blood and sweat he
raised the pack to what it was now, he was dark, cold and ruthless, now at the age of 28 he was still mateless, some
called it a curse for his dark doings, destroying packs who didn't do as he wished. He was also a lycan
The alpha only believed in a few things and love, was not one of them. He gave up on ever finding a mate, he never
wanted one.
He bedded women when he desired for them to tend to his carnal needs, and that was all, no attachments. A good
fuck was enough.
No one ever questioned him, and the ones who did, didnt Live to see tomorrow.
She walked down the muddied forest floor, clutching the straps of her back pack, today the weather didn't seem as
pleasant as it did the day before, the clouds were rumbling, warning her to find shelter.
She had escaped and it had been two days since, walking around human towns, trying to find somewhere to live to
spend the night and start her journey the next day, hoping to find refuge in a pack where she could blend in and not
be noticed, and try to carry on with life.
Her old pack, Blood Moon pack had been attacked by the Dark Crescent pack, all her pack members including her
uncle were now dead. She didn't mind
The pack had been nasty to her, treating her like filth, she had been demoted to omega for no reason, and she was in
the hands of her uncle ever since her parents had died in a fire, her uncle was an abusive drunk, at the age of 20 she
had no freedom, she would be beaten by her uncle and mocked by her pack members, she had no friends, and she
still hadn't found her mate, normally werewolves found their mates when they turned 18, but that wasn't so for
Venus Harrison.
At the night of the attack, she escaped, with the help of the moon goddess who guided her, answering her prayers
She walked into a gas station, bought some snacks for the way and walked to the bathroom, as she washed her hands
she looked up into the mirror, she looked better, compared to the days back in her old pack, the bruises on her body
had vanished, as she assessed her features, satisfied with how she looked.
Her warm beige coloured skin was clear, except for the light freckles under her eyes, her nose was small, and her
lips pink and plump, her brows were arched and in likeness to her hair, a beautiful shade of pecan brown, her eyes
were a hickory as rich as the earths soil, stained with the color of hot chocolate on a cold day, they were a deep
earthy brown, but as when the sun rays touched them they were copper against honey and when they watered they
glowed like two perfect orbs the same shade as nature after it rains.
Her eyes were framed by thick and long lashes, making them more stunning upon ones eye, as she ran her soft hands
through her locks, as she then gathered her waist length straight hair into a pony tail.
As she straightened her shirt that had slight wrinkles to them, her hour glass figure mostly called unwanted attention
from men, as the unmated males in the pack tried to get a taste of her but she was stronger in fighting back.