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The Great Escape

Anna Pope

The Missing Wolf

MILO

“Milo…baby…”

A sweet voice drifted to my ears, followed by soft lips trailing down my back, her hot breath warming my skin and making me shiver.

“I know that you are awake, baby; don’t make me bite you.”

She teased me, making me laugh out loud, further proving that she was right. ~I turned around, coming face to face with the love of my life. Her blue eyes shone with amusement although her mouth was set in a fake pout.~

“And what if I want~ you to bite me?” I asked, a smirk playing around my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her slim waist and pulled her over me.~

“Well, I am kind of hungry,” she whispered into my ear before leaning down to kiss me.

The alarm clock went off, waking me up from my dream. I blindly tapped the bedside table until I heard a loud crash telling me that I had managed to break another one. But on the bright side, the damn thing had stopped ringing.

I didn’t want to open my eyes just yet and face reality. Her image was still so vivid in my mind—the way her skin felt under my hands and the incredible feeling of her lips over mine.

Her beautiful eyes always held a hint of mischief in them, making me never want to get out of bed. She was real in that moment, and I actually found my hands reaching out to touch her, but all I could grab were cold sheets instead.

I opened my eyes to look at her side of the bed, and my heart ached as if it was being clenched. I quickly got up before the tears could come, for I knew they were going to if I continued down that path of reminiscence again.

The whole thing was too depressing—me waking up alone yet again. It was the exact reason why I rarely slept in that room. I had made a mistake coming in there.

I was too exhausted the previous night to sleep in my office as I had been lately. So when the soft bed had called my name in the early hours of the morning, I couldn’t resist.

I made my way toward the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. Once I was done with my morning rituals, I pulled on some cargo shorts, not even bothering with a shirt as I planned to spend most of the day in wolf form.

I stepped into the kitchen that was bustling with activity even though it was barely six in the morning. As soon as I entered, the maids stopped talking and looked at me with their heads bowed, which just made me feel annoyed.

Yes, I was their alpha, but the way they acted around me made me feel like an outcast.

“It’s your damn fault,” Igor, my wolf, piped up, making me glare at him internally.

I knew their behavior was my fault since I was the one who had changed. But it still hurt to see fear in the eyes of those who once used to be my friends.

“Good morning, Alpha,” Megan, little omega and the main cook, approached me and said.

“Morning,” I grunted and glared at the rest of them until they averted their eyes and went back to what they were doing before I’d come in.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

“No, thank you, Megan. Where is Lucas? Is he still asleep?” I asked, not seeing my beta anywhere. We had both been out the previous night, searching for his little brother until I made him get back to the pack house and rest.

When his brother, Rafa, hadn’t shown up at the pack house after his classes, Lucas had gone out to find him. The only thing he had managed to locate was the boy’s car.

It had been parked by the road just outside of our pack line with no boy in sight. The entire pack was then called upon to help with the search, but his scent had gotten lost at the edge of the town, making it impossible to track him.

“No, he is in the backyard,” Megan replied, her eyes downcast and a frown marring her lovely face. She knew just as the rest of us that Rafa was most likely never going to come back.

The entire thing stank of the Hunters, and they were not the type to let werewolves go once they’d managed to catch them.

I took a deep breath and went outside, my legs taking me to the big oak tree at the yard’s corner. Lucas sat there on the ground, with his back to the tree and his head in his hands.

He was gripping his hair tightly and shaking to and fro, his breathing erratic and broken.

“Lucas?” I said, trying to get his attention, but he either hadn’t heard me or chose to ignore me.

“Lu?” I tried again, this time using the nickname that I hadn’t uttered for a long time.

It managed to catch his attention, and he untangled the fingers from his hair and turned his head to face me.

I felt my heart break a little at the immense pain and sorrow painted across his face for the whole world to see. His little brother was the only family he had left, and now he had lost him too.

“Why did they take him, Milo? He is just a boy, not even eighteen yet! He never hurt a fly! Why?” Lucas shouted, his voice breaking as a sob escaped his mouth.

I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him.

He gripped my back tight, breaking my bare skin in the process. But I didn’t say a word and just continued to hold him while he cried in my arms.

My eyes filled with tears as I thought about the little off-white wolf with yellow eyes that we’d probably never see again. Where are you Rafa?

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