His White Warrior (Book #1)

Chapter 2: Regain The Lost

The next morning I got out of bed at around false dawn. I stretch to loosen my muscles. I step into the kitchen and get the pans out, cracking eggs and frying potatoes. To spice it up I add garlic salt and the new onions to the potatoes and start making the coffee when Father walks in and yawns.

"You must sleep more. You are not who you used to be." I say and bring him his robe.

"Ivory, are you calling me old?" He jokingly asks. I smile and continue frying the breakfast. I hear Father slump back onto the couch, but also hear the whizzing of a knife by my ear and catch it right before it hits the cabinet next to my eyes.

"Your aim is getting worse, Father." I call, only for him to respond with a laugh.

"Show me you can do better." He says. I focus my eyes on the spot we usually throw knives before breakfast and toss the object in my hand. The tip of the blade buries itself in the handle of another knife stuck in the wall and I smile. Father doesn't say another word as I dish out his serving of eggs and potatoes, but raises a finger before I can take a bite.

"Not until you get the snowmobile back. Today you learn how to get the objective while also remaining a non-captive." He says and takes a bite from his plate. I put the food down, used to this kind of procedure and head back into the secret room to put my outfit back on again. Once I suit up I take my weapon belt and secure it at my waist. The belt has a small array of throwing daggers and smoke bombs small enough to be hidden in the white fabric of the belt. I step back into the living room and practice a couple back flips, front flips and wall climbs until I think I am ready. Father stops me at the door.

"Ivory! I didn't tell you about heat." He says, I look outside at the actual dawn and close my eyes.

"What is it?" I ask, hoping he will be fast.

"It is the moment each month when a female Werewolf can get pregnant, only at that time. You will start to get it after you meet your mate. Be careful, your mate is now your worst enemy. If you fall into heat during a supply trip or mission, you won't be able to control some of your actions. He will be able to seduce you into giving up. Be careful, my child." He says.

"I will, Father. No matter what, even if my body screams for him, I will not give up." I say and leave the house. I check to make sure my mask and wrappings are on securely, then dash into the forest towards the town. The trees try to whip my face and arms, but I swiftly avoid them as I run. The trip takes longer than normal, being motor less, but right before I know the patrols will spot me I crouch low behind a small pine and take in my surroundings.

At this early hour the wolves that are on the look out have moved to another section, but are still in a range of at least a mile away. I glance around before dashing away from the edge of the territory, not caring if my scent still stays behind. I maneuver around the town's shop area and go for the homes instead, looking for a large house father says they all live in. They should be keeping my snowmobile in a garage, perhaps a shed of some sort. After several minutes of fleeing people who were playing in a nearby park I see a large house up ahead with a guard blockade of around seven wolves standing around my snowmobile directly in front of the house.

I straighten my back and smirk, eyes trained on the man.

Well played Mr. Alpha.

I stop where I stand and watch them. They slowly look at me, following the fleeing people until they see the figure in the snow, but do not attack. I start walking steadily towards them, just to see where my boundaries are, and the front door opens and closes, Mr. Alpha stepping out. Thankfully he is wearing clothes, a simple sweatshirt and jeans against the cold, but I can still see what lies underneath when I blink, my mind scarred.

"So, you have come for this, I presume?" He says and gestures to the snowmobile. I stand my ground but don't answer.

"Well, unless you tell us who you are, and where you live, you won't be getting it back." He says. I roll my head on my shoulders, as if in thought, then get into a low fighting stance again, so Mr. Alpha flicks his hand and the other men around the snowmobile get into a stance also.

"Having others fight battles for you I see. Being an Alpha, I wouldn't think you needed enforcements to take down one person." I say, using my deeper voice. Mr. Alpha smiles at this.

"Unless that one person is the mysterious White one. What is your name?" He asks. I say nothing, but narrow my gaze at him and bring a hand back and over my belt, fingering one of my knives.

"Your weapons will do nothing to help you after you see what the enforcements are for." He says and narrows his gaze at me, his blue green eyes steadily getting brighter until they flash and I feel an intense fever envelope my body. My back jerks a bit but my feet keep their stance. Mr. Alpha's head falls back as he takes in my scent but then he takes a step towards me, and I only get hotter, making me want to pull him closer.

Is this heat?

I don't like it.

Mr. Alpha nods his head to his 'enforcements' and they grab my arms, lifting me over to him, my body jello in their arms. They hold me up in front of Mr. Alpha, who grabs my chin and holds it up to look me in the eye. I can see him react to my eye colour slightly.

"You will be punished, and you will be my mate." He whispers before leaning in slightly. Before he 'kisses' me through my mask he starts to bring his hand over to pull the cloth that covers my mouth, but I suddenly regain movement in my legs and bring a foot up to where it hurts. He only reacts a little bit, wincing and closing his eyes.

The heat trance stops immediately and I use that opportunity to kick my legs up at the same time, smashing my feet into the face of the men holding me. My arms were now freed, so I grab one of the hunched over men and swing him around, tossing him at his buddies who topple over from weight. I hear Mr. Alpha start to get back up again so I swing my foot around and kick him in the face.

I glance over and across the street I see a couple holding their phones up, video taping us fighting. I stand up straight, planning on giving them a fight worth YouTube. A few more men from the snowmobile rush at me, but I use their shoulders as leverage and flip over them. They spin around, slightly confused, and I use this time to bash their heads together. They hold their heads in pain as I go after the guy standing behind them, throwing a knife that gets him in the arm. He grunts in pains and pulls the knife out, blood starting to flow out of the wound. I pick one of the head wound guys from their kneeling positions and toss him at everyone standing. He lands on most of them, but Mr. Alpha dodges and pulls me flush against him.

"You will be mine." He growls and starts searching my neck, which is completely covered with white cloth. My father's words ring in my head.

You are the only one to satisfy him. Only one who can trigger love.

...trigger love...

Love can also be lust.

I bring my lips against his ear gently, a one shot because I have no idea how to be sexy, but It does it's job because Mr. Alpha loosens his grip with sudden surprise and I push him away before he can react. He falls back slightly, but bounces back, so I start a backflip, but when I am jumping up to start going backwards I kick him square in the chest. This time he goes farther back and trips over one of his warriors, who was just starting to get back up. I land back on my feet and rush over to my snowmobile, these idiots left the key in and my helmet hanging on the handle bar.

I skip the helmet and swing myself onto the snowmobile and make the engine start. I push the gas and take off down the street with what I came for. I hear several loud growls coming from behind me so I increase my speed and whip down the street. I pass the stores from yesterday and drive into the forest part of the town, following my original path from before. When I get to the place where I lost my vehicle before I turn to the right to go down a different way, off trail. 

The growls behind me increase so I look through my mirror, seeing Mr. Alpha and his little squad chasing me. Mr. Alpha lunges and I swerve to the left, way off course from  my house. Through the mirror I can see a few wolves slacking behind, carrying elongated objects in their mouths.

I don't put this into question until I feel the dart in the back of my pants.