Denied by Destiny: Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond

Chapter 0338

- Knox ~

We were gathered outside the pack house, a blood moon shining down upon us tonight.

It wasn't as clear tonight due to cloud coverage and the red tinge not allowing the moon to shine as brightly, but we are werewolves. We are used to the moon's cycles.

Jace's absence was felt, I can hear soft murmurs amongst the excited crowd of pack members that they hoped he would have returned. That their young alpha wouldn't miss the pack run. Heading the run was a slimmed down alpha family. Only three stood, whereas before, four headed the pack run...in perfect unison.

Beta Alora stands to the side, her eyes scanning amongst the crowd before they turn to the direction that was also haunting me...the cabin.

She would be in there...she would be waiting this out alone.

Alpha Hector places his hands to the air, the general chat of the crowd reducing down before completely stopping.

He has the complete respect of his pack, they would follow him to the ends of the earth. Not all alpha's have this. Sure you can run a pack but this level of respect and loyalty is earned.

He, then his mate, then his son, shift...the air around them shimmering. Her great white fur still having the ability to catch my breath in the back of my throat.

white wolf really was something. I don't think it will

not before removing their clothes and leaving them on the ground. They give chase, their excitement palpable as their

decided

the first pack my wolf has felt that level of loyalty towards,

shift a wolf becomes more and more connected to a pack...I can't do that to him, only to leave

and towards the training grounds where they were headed. Watching them, as a group, run as

tremble slightly at my feet as each paw hits the ground in a synchronised display

side by side curving around the vast training

that level of belonging again never truly leaving me...no

nowhere, with no warning, they stop.

something wasn't right. Alpha Hector shifts, the rest remaining in fur form...his hand lands on his chest, a pain radiating through him and onto his facial

a step closer towards

of my guards are

"Dead?"

under attack!" He growls out, his eyes glowing a shade of reddish grey...as he moves into a pack

Gun shots.