The Gamma's Choice

Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

The snow under my feet crunches, sending a shiver through me that's not entirely from the cold. The winter here in the West Mountains is unforgiving, and I'm on edge, expecting Kyle, my childhood sweetheart, to return at any moment after five years of silence. But when the figure emerges from the swirling flurries, it's not Kyle. It's a stranger.

"Who are you?" My voice comes out sharp, a blade unsheathed.

He shifts, a shimmer of blonde hair peeking out from the hood of his cloak. "Ethan." His eyes are blue, like chips of ice against the snowy backdrop.

"Where did you come from?" I demand, even as I sense the rest of the pack gathering behind me, curious about the newcomer.

"North," he says simply. It's not much of an answer, but something in his stance tells me he's not looking for trouble. Just shelter.

Before I can question him further, Red steps forward. The Alpha's presence commands attention, and Ethan straightens, acknowledging the power before him with a subtle dip of his head.

"Your timing could be better—or worse, depending on how you look at it," Red says, his tone surprisingly warm. "Winter's no time to be alone. You can stay with us."

I blink, surprised by the quick offer of sanctuary. But Red always had a soft spot for those in need, even if they're outsiders. Ethan looks at me then, a question in his gaze. Does he wonder what I think of this intrusion? Or is it something else, something more?

"Thank you," Ethan replies, his voice smooth. "I won't impose for long."

"Everyone contributes here," I interject, unable to stop myself. "You'll pull your weight."

"Of course," he agrees, a half-smile playing on his lips as if he relishes the challenge.

"Good." Red claps Ethan on the shoulder, a seal of acceptance. "Let's get you settled."

I trail behind as they walk towards the heart of the village, my mind racing. Ethan's arrival throws everything into disarray, least of all my expectations. Kyle's absence haunts me, but now, so does Ethan's sudden presence. What does he want? Why now? And why does the thought of him staying through the harsh winter send a jolt of... something... through my veins?

For now, I push those questions aside. There's work to be done, we’re running low on food, and the storm won't wait for anyone—not even a rogue wolf named Ethan.

After Red gets Ethan settled, he’s put straight to work gathering firewood—with me. Melody raises her eyebrows at me, clearly noting how cute Ethan is, but I shake that off. There’s no time for crushes.

The snow crunches under my boots as I follow Ethan through the thickening white. His form is a shadow against the blizzard, moving with an ease that speaks of his strength. He's not just any rogue—he's a survivor.

"Keep up," he calls over his shoulder, a playful challenge in his tone.

I quicken my pace, my breath forming clouds in the frosty air. "I'm right behind you."

We're gathering firewood, a task usually mundane, but today it crackles with tension. With every log Ethan hoists, muscles flex beneath his coat, and I can't help but notice. It's been ages since I've felt anything like this—since Kyle left.

"Here," Ethan says, holding out a sturdy branch to me. Our fingers brush as I take it, sparking a jolt of electricity. What is this feeling?

"Thanks." The word catches in my throat.

"Anytime." His smile isn't cocky, it's warm, inviting.

There's a silence then, filled only by the howl of the wind. We work side by side, the storm seeming to rage around us alone. When I glance at him, our eyes lock, and something unspoken passes between us. It's intense, overwhelming. I have to look away.

"Never thought I'd see someone keep pace with me," he says, breaking the spell.

"West Mountains pack trains for endurance," I reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but my heart races.

"Clearly." His blue eyes hold mine again, and I'm caught.

"Let's get back," I manage, even though part of me wants to stay out here, where it's just us and the raw elements.

"Lead the way, Gamma warrior," he teases, but there's respect in his voice.

As we trudge back, the snow seems to fall softer, the world quieting. When we reach the village, the others hustle to take our haul, but Ethan holds onto one piece, turning it in his hands.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing's wrong," he answers slowly. "It's just... I've never met anyone quite like you, Ava."

"Is that so?" My pulse quickens.

"Definitely." He steps closer, and I feel his warmth despite the cold. "And I'm looking forward to getting to know you better."

"Are you now?" My words are brave, but inside, I'm a tumult of nerves and excitement.

"Absolutely." His gaze is unwavering, intense.

I swallow hard. This winter just got a lot more interesting.