Alpha Cree lives!
I didn’t murder him. My wolf howls in my head, thanking the Ancients.
“Why are you helping me?”
Roland holds his hand out for a shake, “Alpha Cree’s blood was black. You speak true.”
I grab his forearm as he grabs mine, “Protect them, beta Roland.”
I don’t wait for him to reply, I sheath my swords and bolt through the woods.
Soon, I’ll find help. I’ll find the True Alpha Pack and throw myself at their mercy.
I just hope I’m not searching for a myth.