An Alpha's Vixen

SLOAN

“Where are you going, angel?” Sloan thought. His eyes followed the girl as she made her way through the crowd.

“See something you like?” Tristan joked as he too noticed the vanishing girl, and especially his brother’s attention on her.

“Maybe,” Sloan muttered, taking the last sip of his Scotch. “Declan… Dec?”

However, his friend stood mesmerized by the little angel’s friend, who was still dancing on the platform. She was giving the crowd something to look at—something to jerk off to later, in fact.

Sloan had never seen Declan so taken in by a woman, especially a human.

“Go for it,” Tristan encouraged as he slapped both Declan and Sloan on their shoulders. “Both of you.”

Sloan laughed at his brother’s slightly inebriated behavior. However, he felt a brief, sharp pain in his chest, and his wolf growled a warning.

Suddenly, a vision of someone running flashed across his eyes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when an angelic voice cried out in his head.

“Oh God!”

“Angel?” Sloan could sense and feel her fear. Very briefly, he saw through her eyes. She was in a forested area, running away from something.

Through their joint connection, he heard barks and growls around her. His wolf howled as he became intensely affected by the sense of danger.

“Declan, stay here. Keep an eye on that girl. Tristan, with me, NOW!” Sloan ordered as he switched to his alpha persona.

Though Sloan’s natural instincts were to jump over the balcony to the main dance floor, he sensed using the stairs would be a better option.

They ran down the steps, and the crowd seemed to make a pathway for them.

He rounded the corner, and it was empty of any type of creature—human, shifter, or pest. He switched to his night vision, which caused his gray eyes to flash white.

“Bro, what’s wrong?”

“Rogues,” Sloan growled.

“Shit!”

On the ground, a couple of feet into the alleyway, they found her dress, shoes, and cell phone.

Sloan picked up the dress and deeply inhaled her scent. His eyes almost glowed as it flooded his system. He passed the dress to Tristan, who also inhaled her scent.

“Billy, gather all the clothing and call the pack for backup, as well as the pack doctor,” Sloan ordered as he shifted.

His wolf form was larger than the average wolf shifter. His fur was midnight-black, and his eyes were pearly white. He took off down the alley into the wooded area behind the building.

Tristan shifted too and followed his brother. He was smaller than Sloan, and his fur was tri-colored, with gray, white, and hints of brown. His eyes were hazel.

Now that Sloan was in his wolf form, the girl’s scent was stronger and quite intoxicating, both in a sexual and nonsexual way.

Another vision flashed across his eyes, and he opened his mind to share what he was seeing with Tristan.

She was being tackled to the ground by a dark form. She rolled around, struggling to get her footing. However, the dark form bit down on her right leg, causing her to yip in pain.

Both Sloan and Tristan growled at the scene playing in their minds.

“Hold on, little one. I’m coming.”

As the scene continued, the dark form released her leg and swiftly slashed at her face, breaking the connection.

Both Sloan and his brother howled in frustration. Sloan felt an increasing pain in his chest, causing his paws to dig deeper into the ground as he followed her scent.

He heard the answering call of other pack members, signaling they were near and coming to his aid.

“Please, don’t die,” he thought.

Her scent started to get muddled with other scents he couldn’t recognize. He slid to a stop and listened to all the different sounds in the woods.

Very faintly, he heard the slow beating of a heart, which echoed softly among the other ambient sounds.

His head snapped to the left when he heard an animal cry out in pain, followed by louder, angrier growls of several different creatures.

He howled again and took off to the left. He tracked the beating heart, but it was getting fainter. Fortunately, the labored whines and pants accompanied the fading heartbeat.

The backup pack members had caught up to them and were running behind him.

“Steven, take your group to the left. Leanne, your group to the right.”

“Tristan, hang back with your group, just in case they double back. The rest of you and the doctor, with me,” Sloan commanded as the different groups broke off and a couple continued to follow Sloan.

They got to a clearing in the woods, and there, bathed in the moonlight, was a lone animal lying on the ground.

As he got nearer to the injured creature, the metallic scent of blood saturated the surrounding area and his senses.

“She’s a cute little vixen.”

He nudged her with his nose, sniffing her. There were four long claw marks along the left side of her face and deep bite marks on her right hind legs.

She was lying in a pool of blood, and Sloan suspected that she had more unseen injuries. He listened to her labored breathing and slow heartbeat.

“Tristan, we found her. Steven, Leanne, the rogues got away. I believe they’re heading northward.”

“We’re on it, Alpha,” they both responded.

A bag dropped heavily next to him, and a woman bent over the small vixen. Another member shifted and dug out a pair of pants for Sloan.

“We need to get her to the hospital, but she needs to shift back,” the doctor said as Sloan shifted and pulled on the loose pants. He knelt next to her and gently rubbed her head.

“Angel, I know you’re exhausted and want to rest, but for us to assist you, you need to shift to your human form so the doctor can help you,” Sloan whispered softly.

Her right eye opened, and she whined weakly, rubbing her head into his palm.

The doctor threw a blanket over her. She growled, groaned, and then screamed in pain as her body shifted from her small animal form to her human self.

Sloan felt her pain, and his wolf howled in agony. The claw marks on her face started to bleed, and blood gathered on her side, soaking through the blanket.

The doctor held up the blanket to further examine her injuries.

“As expected, there are more bruises, possibly a couple of fractured ribs, as well as a deep gash on her side.”

She held up the girl’s right hand and scrutinized it. “A broken wrist as well. We need to get her to the clinic, or else she’ll bleed out.”

“Okay. Sedate her, so we can move. She can’t die, you hear me?”

The doctor nodded and pulled out a needle.

“Sweet dreams, little one,” Sloan whispered as the doctor gave her an injection.