The Mystical Attraction of Alpha

Ella

I scream at the top of my lungs – no words, just senseless agony – the moment the woman turns the corner and I lose sight of my child. The sound is horrible even to my own ears, but I can’t stop myself as I hurl myself against the ice that holds me, against which I ceaselessly fight.

A nurse stumbles into view, blood running down the length of her face, and she glances into the room where Hank is crumpled on the floor – where I’m frozen to the ground and gives a little sob before continuing to run away

Away from the priestess, who must be hurting people in her hurry to get out I stop screaming quiet suddenly when I see Hank twitch once again on the floor, see him begin to push to his feet-

“Hank!” I shout, desperate. “Please, Hank!”

He moans a little and turns to me, blinking hard, but then he gasps as he seems to put it all back together. Ella!” he shouts, frantic, turning to me, looking all around –

“No!” I gasp, looking hard towards the door, hoping to hell he takes my meaning. “Go! She she took him! She took Rafe! Go and get the baby!”

Hank nods once and forces himself to unsteady feet and then rushes to the door, pushing himself out of it. And then I lose sight of him and let out a little desperate wail of horror. Because there’s – there’s nothing I can do-

And the ice that surrounds me, it’s burning me in its cold – and I’m shivering so hard here beneath it but held so completely still that I can’t even feel myself shake-

Desperate, wailing, in complete panic, I press my eyes shut and try to think of something of anything that I can do

But there’s nothing. I’m held still – my son has been stolen 1 my sister is wounded in the next room – mate is out on some mission that I know, in my heart, can’t be going well if Xander was this many steps ahead of us

There’s nothing nothing I can do – And so, sobbing, I do the only thing I can think of.

eyes, and force myself into that state, and scream

Sinclair

groans that want to crawl out of my throat as we drive. I refuse to allow them the dignity of utterance. After all

of Ella in danger somewhere, with Rafe

have – I have to be by their side. Even if I don’t have any idea how I’ll be of

back to the clinic – and I force myself to watch the scenery pass as Roger makes turn after turn, driving as quickly as he

hesitated only for a moment, noting that Ella told us in her text to go to

both knew we had to get to them – to Cora, to Ella. To our children. It’s what our father would want us to do. But

I’m grateful, of course, that he got Ella, and Cora, and Rafe out through

down now. My eyes open as I see that we’re approaching the clinic. ” Dominic, what’s the plan here? Are we just going to burst

a robed figure, her long

eyes sharpen as I realize that she has a baby in her arms, that she’s running with him. And as Roger pulls the car to a short stop and throws it

reach my ears,

I watch – before I can do anything at all – a second figure dashes

go red when I see

Hank.

gives out on me – as my wounds protest and the pain takes over,

down on the asphalt, willing

I hear Roger already on the move. With pain and effort, I raise my head. It’s all I can do to watch as a snarl rips from Roger, as he dashes towards the Priestess and Hank, who has caught up with her now. I feel my wolf go wild when I see Hank punch the Priestess squarely across the face, as he reaches for the baby, who she drops in

grabs him from the air, pulling Rafe soundly