Twin Alphas

Chapter 20

Bayne's POV

Training felt like it dragged on for days. The elites from Jeremy's pack were as bad off as the Twin Moon pack. They couldn't run for 36 miles on two legs, they couldn't stand their ground in a fight unless they were wolves, and they always had an attitude. They think they are perfectly fine without my help, but they don't see all the weaknesses, openings, and missing links they have. Good thing I have Aaron to help.

"What do you want them to start with?" Aaron asked me after the run. It's sad really; most of the pack was still three miles away from the pack house, and those who made it here were the wolves higher in the pack.

"Start with mock fights, pair each person up with someone who is evenly matched. No offence/defense crap. Fight to submission." I told him never taking my eyes off the tree line.

"And after that?" he asked

"Winners fight winners, losers fight losers." I thought for a moment, "Watch as many fights as you can, look for weaknesses that we can fix, or eliminate." I told him as I took off into the woods to run behind the stragglers.

I was just over two miles from the pack house when I came up on the rest of the wolves, they had stopped.

"Why aren't you running?" I asked in a calm but dangerous voice.

"We needed a break." One of the Twin Moon wolves said.

"You're running us too hard, we can't keep up." Another said.

"I don't expect you to keep up with me, but keep up with your pack." I frowned at their excuse. "When you're fighting you need to be able to count on your pack, and they need to be able to count on you. That won't happen unless you are right by their side, fighting and running. Stick with them and they will stick with you." I turned to run back to the house when someone stopped me.

"What about you? You run off by yourself all the time, who's got your back? Who counts on you?" They asked, I looked back over my shoulder and made eye contact with the man who spoke.

"I run by myself because I trust no one, that's how I was trained, how I was raised. I protect everyone who is or ever was controlled by hunters, anyone who has suffered the same pain I have, or even a fraction of it; I protect anyone who needs my protection."

"That's a lot of wolves who are counting on you..." a woman commented.

"It's the whole wolf population, anyone who has ever had a hunter problem, or rogue problem... you can't possibly be protecting everyone." A man said from behind the woman.

"When I kill Sercko and his hunters, everyone will be safe." I told him.

"But you can't kill all of them, there's too many." Another man said

"There is only one Lead hunter out there now; taking him down will cause the empire to fall. All the humans who don't know of our existence stay ignorant, those who don't have a problem with us will find peace, and those few who don't like us will be too afraid to do anything." I told them. "Now get on your feet and get to the pack house together."

I had turned around to start running back to the pack house when I felt something prick the back of my neck. I reached back and pulled a dart out and was suddenly in an enormous amount of pain. I turned around, so fast I got dizzy, searching for the person who shot the dart, but I was met with confused faces. The pack members didn't see anything except the look on my face and the dart in my hand.

"GET TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW!" I yelled. They took off like rockets not questioning me in my condition. I had to get this dart to a lab and find out what's on it, but first I have to get back to the house and let my body accumulate to the new drug.

I started making my way back to the pack house, stumbling over my own feet, when something caught my attention. I heard two sets of footsteps, one behind me and one to my right. The one behind me sounded heavy and clunky, definitely a human male, but the one to my right was light and almost silent, like it didn't want to be heard. I caught the scent of the male and estimated him to be about three minutes from me if he keeps his pace and I keep mine. The other set of footsteps didn't have a scent, at least not one that I could pick up in my condition; I was getting light headed, my steps were faltering, and my vision was going in and out.

My knees gave out and I plummeted to the ground, I was so done for.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" the man asked as he came and knelt by my side. I couldn't make out his face, my vision was too blurry. "This wouldn't happen to be the famous Bayne Silver? Would it?" he asked sarcastically.

"Go to... hell." I gasped out, it wouldn't be too long before I was out cold and I could feel it.

"Already been there sweet heart." He brought his face closer to mine and whispered, "And I don't plan on going back." I felt him pick me up and throw me over his shoulder, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything, whatever was in that dart had seriously messed me up.

"I would put her down right now if I were you." A strange voice said, it sounded like something I had heard in my past, but I couldn't place it.

"And why is that sweet heart?" the man asked, the other voice didn't answer right away. Instead the man dropped me, well more like landed on me. The other voice had rammed into him, successfully dropping me. I was lying on my back looking up at the sky as I listened to the two fighting. After only minutes someone had come to my side. I couldn't get a clear look at their face, but it looked like a girl.

"It's alright, he's dead." She said. I blinked a few times, trying to get my vision to go back to normal as she sat me up against a tree and moved some hair out of my face.

"Thanks." I whispered

"Hey, someone's got to have your back once in a while right?" she chuckled lightly at the end. "How do you..."