Chapter 14: I wasn´t a coward

“It did help.”

“Yeah.” His head buried low. “I enjoyed your company today.” “Was that a hard thing to say?”

“No…just… I wanted you to know that…I felt it was the same for you.”

“Alejandro, today was absolutely lovely. I haven’t felt so spoilt in a long…long

… time. It felt almost too good to be real. I kept thinking that any second I would wake up and find that this was all some sort of nightmare.”

“What kind of a nightmare would have a beautiful lake and pure water?”

“The kind that’s only a mirage.” At the last word, mirage, I’m reducing my whole tone to nothing more than a whimper and a deadly whim to say no more. But pushing Alejandro to the side when another crack and more super- glue is coming together would be wrong.

Ok, Alejandro is an Alpha, and that meant the separation of our strengths. He could overpower me, the Omega. And without having to guess, he could even kill me without having to barely try. I’d been tested to that limit before. Brought right to the edge and suffocated right down to having to beg for him

to stop.

But they were not the same shifters. And to move on from that past timeline…however hard it may be, would require me to add new chapters. All this ran its course within. I gave Alejandro an inquisitive look from the inside – out. If he was going to hear my story, then I’d have to now for-sure, that he was ready and able to be the one that didn’t commit the same crime twice.

I got ready to tell him. Sat upright which caused him to mimic that action. Took in a deep breath…so did he. He mirrored everything I did. A sign of true attraction for me. I was going to finally unleash my coldness and why it was always winter with me and never a better change of the weather.

But before I could speak, I shouted, “Alejandro, get down!” I’d heard a tousle of footsteps outside and then a brick zoomed through the window replacing my words into a screech, as I rolled off the sofa and behind the dining table as a whole load of rogue wolves came flooding over the window-sill like they were on some operative mission.

Alejandro checked to see if I was ok, and then with an almighty ruffle and shake; shifted into his alter: goldenly grey wolf with a fluffy orange, black, and white mane, and then ruggedly roared – which had me cowering and crawling underneath the table. His growl was a signal for me to do that. Alejandro was a rare looking wolf.

He then jumped out to face the music. “Groooowwwwl!”

His opponents were wolves with a fading grey that looked washed away. They had strong jaws; canines ready to rip Julián to shred-a-reens; a thick coat of fur tussled as they shook their hinds and faces from the broken glass; and large paws with four toes. They were mean. Mean and ready to hurl the place into a museum of broken bits.

But Alejandro firstly gave them a warning to step back. “Go back!” he snarled.

They only whimpered mockingly at him. Five of them with eyes that already envisioned him as dead. Alejandro didn’t wait for them to make the first leap. He flung out a paw with his sharp nails and they each jumped back. He did this a second time and the wolves merely snapped back at him.

I held my belly as I laid upon it. Making sure to apply as little pressure as possible. I wanted to help. But what could I do in this state? I could see that Alejandro, so far, had it under control. They were trying to get past him, but he wouldn’t let them! He kept violently flinging his paw and eventually one slashed the face of a wolf who was whimpering in pain now.

This set the rest of his pack off who decided to just go for it…jumped upon him and bit-down: knash – knash on his back and fur. But Alejandro grappled one with his teeth; flung another against the fireplace; ripped deeply inside the flesh of a wolf who was going for the strangle from the left-side of his neck. Like when a tiger took down an antelope. And had one in his teeth who resembled a squealing baby piglet struggling to break free.

Alejandro got there in time, but they kept pouncing back and he would shimmy backwards and lash out against the jugular of a wolf. It worked. But two – came at him and almost pinned him down… I said almost, but he rolled over and this disorientated their plan. He then head-butted one in the side; and kicked back on the face of the other who yelped.

They were relentless with their attacks. But Alejandro made sure that they wouldn’t get past him. If one of them managed, he’d be yanking on a tail with his teeth and I witnessed the excruciating pain on many of their faces. He was covered in scratches, but Alejandro kept going.

He took both of his paws and crushed both sides of the enemy wolf’s head. The eyes started to pop out of the sockets in an animated style. I closed my eyes when he started to sink his canines into the eyes of the beast, and then chucked him aside to wrestle another to the floor and bite into his neck.

The rogues were injured; fleeing before death became the final chapter for them. I heard my family come down. But Alejandro insisted they stay back as he was winning.

He was clearing the rogues up until one slipped past him, by chance, because a persistent block-head had gripped him by the ears and wouldn’t let go. They were swirling around the living room; knocking over picture frames and jugs while Alejandro tried to break free. The blood starting to trickle.

The fading grey wolf was nearing to me. I quickly crawled backwards…as fast as I could. He brought out his teeth and I tried to snarl at him. I showed

him I wasn’t a coward. But the baby. I needed to make sure that I protected the baby.