Fleeing From The Heartless Alpha

server carrying a tray of drinks. Bottles smas

enses kicking in. "Who's there?" he b

ed into me by accident,

ne, scrolling to my name.

to him. "What's

ed, a nervous edge to him I hadn't

e you?" His voice

," I said, keeping it s

ed hard today. Your birthday's next week-you've always wante

s eyes flashed with jealousy, and she

ched. "You okay?" I

ched Hazel's cheek, muttering "little minx" as he hung up, then pin

, tears stinging as I wiped them away. This was what heartbreak

ne more month, and

om fireworks show tonight, plus five thousand drones for a light display. Costs a fortune!" "That's

s. Just us against the world. Damian used to tease, "Didn't know my Amelia was so wild." I was a good she-wolf, but with

ness felt l

amian brou

alone by the campfire. "I didn't give you

im off, forcing a smi

ug. "That's my Amelia-heart of g

sharp, like the she-wolf who'd taunted me with that text was

aze and shrugged. "Great. Min

mian, then dropped

pt drifting to Hazel, who was fumbling with the tent poles. I could see him itching to help. Finally,

d run to m

Hazel's voice carrie

tance at first. But when he saw blood on her fingers f

Amelia to get ma

ght her hand to his lips, kissi

Damian, who gagged at the thought of germs,

oss the night sky in dazzling colors. Hazel yelped,

aightened. "Quit freaking out,

rkened, but she

d drones lit up, forming my name, then "Happy Birthday," and f

arm. "Happy birthday, Amelia. I'l

ost slipped out, but I bi

rol station before slinking back to her seat like nothing happened. Then the drones went

uted, grabbing Hazel and

led toward me. A searing pain exploded in

voice was frantic,

instinct