THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Clem woke first.

He stirred, while allowing his eyes and mind to recall his surroundings.

He jerked up immediately, sitting up instantly, not minding the sharp pain that assailed his hips and hands, as he took an inventory of his memories.

He remembered that he had been flung away so weightlessly by the wind; some kind of controlled wind rather.

Where had the force that had thrown him away come from?

Who had wielded it?

He turned around him sharply as he remembered the redhead, his friend’s mate, and their soon to be Luna.

He should be protecting her.

But his eyes didn’t locate her anywhere, rather it stayed on another heap by the other side of the road.

Shane.

Shane! He called through their mind link, getting up frantically, a bit scared, a bit worried.

He hasn’t seen the redhead yet.

He rushed to Shane, bending down and holding him by the arm as the latter tried to sit up erect, wincing in pain as a sharp pain shot through his thighs. He was feeling disoriented, and a bit sick.

“Where is she?” He asked, as he looked at him, before running his eyes around the park lot.

He didn’t like the silence that greeted him back. If anything, it grated on his worried nerves.

“Clem, you aren’t saying anything.” He stated as a matter of fact.

“I haven’t seen her.” Clem muttered, standing to his full height as he took some steps back away from Shane, who stood up agily like he hadn’t been plagued by some pains before.

“Any ideas? What about her scent?” Shane asked, as he dusted his hands on each other, staring all around them.

“No. Her scent didn’t cross here either. It is as if she disappeared.” Clem answered, his face a mask of bewilderment. He couldn’t understand the theory of this. Has the redhead disappeared?

“She had been taken then. Derek will kill us.” Shane mumbled, sinking his fingers into his hair, and running them along voraciously. They were in trouble.

“That explains it, and then the force that had flung us away from her.” Clem said, rubbing the nape of his neck.

But who could have taken her?

The witches?

Probably them.

The issue now was if the kidnappers were the good side of the witches or the bad side.

He wasn’t liking this one bit.

And then, there was Derek. He will skin them alive for being careless, for being unable to protect his little witch.

But was it their fault? Most likely not.

But his soon-to-be-alpha might throw them a punch first before hearing them out. It was his mate for god sake.

“Clem…!”

He heard Shane call him with an urgency and looked up at him, immediately alert.

“What is the problem?” He asked, as he stepped closer to his friend who seemed to be drawn by something in the sky.

He looked up then, sequential to the time that he heard Shane’s voice through the mind link to take his eyes up.

The sky was dull gray, getting blacker by the passing second, and certain things were falling down.

Well, they were taking time to drop down. He thought, waiting.

He felt a ding in his phone, and brought it out of his pocket.

He saw the weather forecast first.

According to the newscaster, there was a deadly storm brewing.

He saw the message alert.

It was from his sister.

He opened it.

It read:

‘Clem, where are you? Get the fuck out of the road. The sky is deadly. And that is no storm like the humans termed it. Shadow warriors are down from the sky! Dad and Alpha Peter are still with the others in the council room. I don’t think they know what is happening yet. Notify Derek too. Get home fast! I will try to get access into the conference room now.’

What was his sister talking about? What are shadow warriors?

He hadn’t heard of the term before.

How did she know what she was even talking about? He thought, even as for some reason unknown to him, the night of their shift came to his mind. She had refused to run with him, and had chosen to run elsewhere after they had played around for a bit.

Actually for some time, especially after the incident in his room with the redhead, he had felt his twin getting quite distant from him, and he didn’t like it.

But still, shouldn’t she have run with him, for safety purposes? He hadn’t seen her till morning, after searching for her all through the night in his wolf form in the forest. He had only seen her when he had come into the house. She had returned before him.

Shane noticed the flux of different emotions on Clem’s face, and approached him, seeing that the latter’s eyes were stuck to his phone.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, touching Clem by the shoulders.

“I’m not sure.” Clem replied, looking up.

“Take a look at this.” He said, stretching the phone towards Shane.

Shane took the phone tentatively as he wondered what could be wrong. He peered at the screen, and read off the contents of the message.

His face paled. That explains it. He thought, worriedly.

“Shane, what is it? What are shadow warriors?” Clem asked, having noticed the ashened face of his friend.

“They are myths. I remember my mother talking about it one time when I had been little. They aren’t supposed to be real.” Shane replied.

“Well, my sister thinks that they are. She said that it isn’t a storm that is brewing like we think.” Clem said.

“I never believed it to be a storm, well, not an ordinary one though. But I never thought of shadow warriors.” Shane commented.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

His friend’s sister was right. They had to find a way home.

If his mother’s short tales about the beings were right, then they had best gotten out of the road. They have no chance against something that is already dead.

Looking at the sky, the warriors were now looking a little bit formful as they descended from the sky.

“We have to go.” He said, walking towards Clem’s car. The latter followed him behind.

“What about Derek? What about our Luna?” Clem questioned as he got into his car, and started it.

“Derek is giving me the directions to Esther’s house now.” Shane said, looking straight ahead.

“Did you tell him that his mate is missing?” Clem queried.

“No.” Shane mumbled.