Mysterious pov
I stood with Alpha on the north side of the pack line. His plan was a distraction, he had killed a few of the scouts on the western side of the pack so there were fewer guards in the woods for when he had the girl he’s chosen kidnapped.
A rouge scout has been coming back and forth from the clearing where they were having the ceremony was, reporting what was going on. We were shocked when we heard that the brown-haired girl was a white wolf. I watched as Alpha grew more restless, bouncing back and forth on the front of his toes to his heels, a nervous habit he always did. It scared me sometimes, this great big mountain-shaped man, I would fear he’d tip over too far and come crashing down.
Suddenly, three rouges walked forward with a human in between them, strug
