My Secret, My Bully, My Mates. Series

There are bodies everywhere and it looks like the attacking wolves are just attacking no matter their state of injury. What the hell is going on? I don't care what my mates say, I take off aiming for a wolf that is trying to attack my brother from behind.

My wolf clamps down on his hind leg and whips her head back. I can feel the leg break in her jaw just before she releases him and we watch him fly fifty yards behind us. THat should have been enough to put him out of commission for at least a day, but as we look back we can see him stumble to stand on his three remaining good legs, the fourth bent at an unnatural angle. His eyes are red and his gaze is focused

on us.

***"This is a trap for us! Jena and I were supposed to see these wolves. They are possessed the same way the wolves holding us captive were. We didn't kill them when we escaped, just kept knocking them down long enough to get away. I think Tyler might have killed a couple though. He thinks we won't kill them again. They are too deep into the spell, their only way out is death and you are going to have to break their necks to free them."*** My voice cracks as I say the last words. I hate the idea of killing innocent wolves, even if they signed up thinking the Rogue King's mission is the best way, they didn't sign up to be sacrificed. I hope the Moon Goddess gives them a better life the next time around.

We dive in and I keep my mates in my peripherals at all times. As much as I scoff at them for their overprotectiveness, I can't help but be aware of their safety at all times too. I will never admit to keeping close enough to reach any of them in a single jump, they would never let me live it down that I wanted to be close to them.

Wolf after wolf goes down, but they were right, they just keep coming.

***"Is this what took so long to attack? He was building up numbers against us?"*** Mateo asks.

***"More than likely." My dad grunts as a wolf barrels into his side, sending him and the wolf locked in his jaw sideways to the ground. "This is the attack to wear us out." He calls out casually breaking his opponent's neck and turning to handle the one who knocked him down. "They didn't expect the level of fighters we would have though, based on how little fighting experience they seem to possess. They also can't seem to differentiate the higher ranking targets versus the warriors. They are attacking whoever is closest to them. You would think if they were supposed to target our Alphas, they would have all gone after you four when you got here."

I am going to have to table the thoughts and emotions surrounding my dad having an actual conversation with me and calling me an Alpha out loud for the first time.

***"So, you are telling us that the faster we get rid of these idiots, the faster we can take our mate home?"*** Dakota asks.

***"Not really the thought I wanted in my head, man"*** My brother gripes and my dad huffs in acknowledgement.

***"Deal asshole. Remember, my room was next to yours when you found your mate."***

That is the last thing Dakota says

before he jumps in and starts tearing wolves apart left and right. Cam, Oliver and I do the same staying close. It takes another two hours to get through the hordes of wolves that just continue to come out of the water. They finally stop crossing and we are able to wrap it up quickly. Our speed allowed the others to stop and watch the work being finished in moments, while they gathered and tended to wounds and minor injuries caused by the attacking wolves. Once the last attacking wolf was disposed of we all shifted to human form and joined in with the healing.

"Still no smell. I wonder if that is so we can't tell they are coming or if it keeps us from finding out which packs they are from or what." I'm thinking out loud as I move through helping dress wounds that will need a few hours to heal. We have all huddled close to go through what happened today.

"Probably a mixture of all of those things, Little One." I snap my head to the side and can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

"Osiston! When did you get here?" I ran for him and he scooped me up like the tiny person I still am compared to him. He gives me a hug and then sets me on the ground.

"Alphahood suits you, Little One. Though I thought you would maybe get a little bigger." He pats me on the head and I roll my eyes.

"You know I got bigger, jerk." I mutter. "But 'bigger' for me is nothing compared to you and my mates, who seem to also get bigger with each new thing that comes our way." I flap my hand at the three of them looking smug since they now stand taller than him, but only by an inch or so. His royal Alpha blood gives him more advantage than it ever gave or will give me.

"We have been scouring the lands around your pack and haven't found any sign of the Rogue King or Adrielle. The Alpha King and I have both been personally searching, hoping our heightened senses would help, but we have come up empty handed." Osiston explains once we are back at the packhouse, sitting around the table on the patio.

Elena and Gentry insisted on putting

up barriers that would warn us of another attack so we could lighten the number of patrolling wolves to give them more time to rest and recover from today. They also helped the healers with salves and tonics that would speed up the healing process, just in case another attack came tonight, but none of us think that will happen. This was some sort of test and possibly a disposal. Kyle and my dad stayed to help with the first run of patrols and

Brett and Osiston are on the next shift. Martha an dLenny made sure that we were all fed .

"Do you really think he was trying to lessen his numbers?" Cam asks Osiston. "That doesn't make any sense if they were tied to the spell keeping him hidden."

"It is, if the spell works both ways?"

Gentry starts and we all look at her confused. She smiles. "Not all magic is completely under the control of the caster. Think of it like giving a

BUT

child a direction to clean their room, but nothing more specific than that, There are hundreds of ways to interpret the direction and a clever child will find a way to follow the direction while also not completing the task, if they want to be a pain in the butt. Depending how the cloaking spell was cast, maybe we are cloaked in a way from the Rogue King and he needed the attack today to get closer to us. This is something that Adrielle would have known and would have planned for, leading us to believe they are not working toward the exact same goal, but you are the object of both of their desires." She looks at me.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.