VIKTOR.
“Let’s talk about your wolf.”
I should have expected that..
There was just no way she could have ignored my wolf.
Not with how sharp and astute she is.
“Okay,” I say as I follow her toward one of the enclosures in the building, giving us a semblance of privacy. “What about it?”
“It is huge.”
“Okay…”
“Bigger than normal. The only wolf I have seen come close to that size is mine, and I am not exaggerating.”
What?!
There is no way.
I am a large wolf, huge as she so aptly said.
When training, I tower even over Andre, my beta by almost two feets. How can she say she is close to me?
“That… that is impressive.”
“I know. Normal, average wolves don’t have that size. The closest I have seen a warrior wolf come close is three feets short of what you are.”
“if you say so.”
“Don’t play games, louis. Not today. I am exhausted.”
“Fine. What do you want to know?”
“What is your status?”
“How an i-”
“Every wolf has a semblance or an idea of where they fall into. Where do you fall into?”
Damn.
She is so good.
I heave out a sigh, as I battle with the truth.
I can’t keep lying to her.
Yes, I want to get to know her but eventually, the truth will out and before it does, there must be something already built.
Something built on truth.
Even if it is not the whole truth.
“I… I think I might be an Alpha.”
She scoffs as she turns away from me.
“You think?” she asks.
“It is not just because of the wolf. Today… today was odd. I… ever since I woke up, I have felt mostly… chill. Calm. Collected. Not really interested in making waves. But today, when Jhnelle went missing… the way I reacted, the way I moved and coordinated myself, it speaks of experience. Of someone… who is used to having situations arise and solving them. Of giving orders and having it obeyed. Does that make sense?”
She stares at me for a few seconds, like she is trying to find out my lie.
She knows I am lying.
And she also knows that I know she knows.
This is a game that is just too fun and I am unwilling to stop playing.
“An Alpha, huh?” she finally asks. a
“Yeah. What do you think?”
“I think it is a viable point. How about a spar?”
“A what?”
“A spar. Fight with me. In our wolf forms.”
“I don’t want to do that,” I say as I back away from her.
“Pity, I do.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea. I am not even sure what I am capable of and I don’t know my own strength. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You are so convinced that you can hurt me,” she says with a smile. “But don’t worry, I don’t break easily. Come on,” she says as she heads out. “Let’s see some of that Alpha prowess.”
“What, hold up!” I call out as I chase after her. “I never said I was an Alpha! I said it felt like it. I could be mistaken.”
“Either way, we are sparring.”
I spend the rest of the way to the training field trying to convince her how bad of an idea that is.
There is a reason why most wolves, most packs are wary of my name. For as long as I can remember, there is no fight I have gotten in that I didn’t emerge triumphant.
It is not just about my size and strength, when I connect to my wolf form, every part of me is heightened, that includes my intelligence as well as my speed.
Every other person’s movement is considerably slower in my eyes and I can always see the next move they plan on making.
Now, I can pretend to falter when fighting with her but something tells me that she will notice and that will not go so well with her.
Insulting her strength, disrespecting her is one sure way of ensuring I stay on her shit list.
And yet, I don’t want to hurt her.
“Please, Rowan, let’s not do this,” I beg her as we arrive at the train field.
She turns to me as she gestures towards a closed stall, “You can take off your clothes there and come out as your wolf. I will do the same,” she says before walking away.
“Does she even listen when I talk?” I mutter as I head to the stalk she pointed at. “It is like my words go in one ear and come out the next.”
As I begin stripping off my clothes, I feel my wolf at the back of my mind, stirring in excitement.
“You are just jolly, aren’t you?” I snarl at him.
“We are going to see our mate’s wolf, what is there not to be excited about?”
“Oh, I don’t know. How about the fact that we might hurt her? Or that our cover might get blown?”
“Your cover.”
“What?”
“It is your cover. You are the one who started this lie, you end it.”
“If I had told her the truth then, she would never have given me a chance. You know the pack’s policy towards rogues.”
“Oh, I am aware. Now your mate is a rogue, and you don’t seem to have any problem with it.”
“You are not been very helpful.”
“I am not here to be helpful, I am here to spar with my mate.”
Before I can respond, I hear a loud cheer come from outside.
Without hesitation I transform into my wolf and head outside.
The sight that meets me leaves me gobsmacked.
Among the loud crowd of cheering wolves, stands a winter white wolf.
Almost my size and with the most beautiful coat I have ever seen.
She really wasn’t exaggerating when she said she was huge.
Damn.