Second Chance Alpha

Moonlight bathed its silvery magic in the dense forest as if the moon herself cast a blessing upon the preferred home of her children. It pooled where it would, deepening the shadows into cool temporary depths that only daylight would extinguish. A blessing that embraced her children in its depths.

The night breeze rustled the leaves as if it were a swarm of frolicking fairies celebrating the beauty the night displayed. A serenity that only the occasional hoot of an owl belied, to be followed by scurrying feet in the underbrush. The owl's prey rushing away from the danger the predator was.

Tania sat as still as the trees about her. So still that the owl's prey rushed past her feet without knowing her as the greater predator. Her wild frizzy hair lifting in the wind and her blinking were the only movement she allowed. She was a part of the forest, so much so that even her breathing went unnoticed.

Fireflies lazed and darted about, doing whatever it was that kept them up at night while most of creation slept. Little green stars that she stared at with an unfocused gaze, allowing her to see their collective luminescent beauty without shifting her eyes.

There was no change in the solitude of the night, but she knew they were there. The children of the moon, walking without disturbing the critters of the night unless they wanted to. They surrounded her and her heart gave a half-hearted thud before settling down. An acknowledgement of the danger she faced that failed to penetrate her apathy.

Lifting her hand she took a bite out of her half-eaten apple, her gaze still unfocused on the dance of the fireflies. They would have registered the hitch in her heartbeat and knew she was aware of them so she waited. Her gnawing hunger consumed any other considerations.

A dark clothed figure stepped out of the wall of leaves before her, not even rustling a single one. A sure warrior's stride ate up the distance, her footfalls making no sound. Tania shifted her gaze to the figure without moving a muscle, her relaxed posture unwavering.

Like her, the figure was feminine. Her warrior's stance and stride did little to disguise the lazy roll of well-proportioned hips, hips that were evident with her tightly fitted clothes. Confidence oozed from her, competence that did not need to be advertised.

Others also stepped out of the shadows but didn't advance, leaving the warrior to stand under the light of the moon before the seated girl. Their gazes clashed, two calm pools in the night.

"I am Leo, warrior of the Shadow's End." She introduced herself with pride. "What are you doing in our territory?" The demand had a push that could only be found in alpha blood, not necessarily the Alpha or Luna but of that bloodline.

"If I'd known it's pack territory I'd never have entered," Tania replied with detached calm, some deep part of her tried to rise against that calm but found no ground. Lately, she was finding herself apathetic to everything, even her safety. "I avoid werewolves."

The warrior's shapely brow came up in scepticism. "And yet there are two of you and you're both werewolves."

She shrugged her thin shoulders. "An accident of nature."

The warrior drew back a bit as if to distance herself from the seated girl. "You want to be human?"