The Guardian Alpha: A Paranormal Werewolf Romance (Nameless Sentinels Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page A
Authors: Evelyn Glass
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one hand and the papers from the library in the other. Exhaustion tickled at his thoughts while anxiety churned his stomach. Tomorrow was the full moon. It was the expected date of the Crystal Ridge attack. Jay swallowed, knowing tomorrow he would see Kristi again – under less than ideal circumstances. He couldn't very well complain. Their “circumstances” were his fault. If he hadn't left, if he hadn't tried to force an alliance, he could still be among the pack, blissful and unaware.
Well, until Gavin chose to attack the town.
Jay screwed his eyes shut, clenching them tight against the sudden glare of his lamps. His head pulsed with a migraine and, hastily, he took a swig of his beer. Groaning, he leaned his head back against his chair. There would have been no way out. Whatever he chose, the pack was bound to attack Goldbridge.
He couldn't justify his selfish desires to stay with Kristi if others would die. He couldn't then and he couldn't now. Jay heaved a heavy sigh, cracking his eyes open. His gaze didn't focus on anything in his trailer, though. Staring into the distance, his mind laced together an image of Kristi: her smile—which he probably wouldn't see again—and her warm, yellow eyes. Of course, he was bound to see her tomorrow, but her features would be twisted with rage, betrayal, and hatred. A hot burn clawed at the back of his eyes.
A sudden knock resounded on his front door, jolting him from his chair. He bound over to the door, his brain foggy from drinking. He imagined Kristi on the other side of the door, demanding to speak to him, to offer a solution at the very last second. That was her style.
As Jay flung the door open, he tried to quash down his sudden embarrassment. One of the Nameless Sentinels stood on the other side of the door, wide-eyed and worried. Clearing the mortification from his throat, Jay grumbled, “Yeah?”
“Marie Humbold was seen leaving with a member of the Crystal Ridge pack, sir.” The messenger wrung his hands together in concern.
“Shit,” Jay cursed and the messenger scuttled back a step, as if Jay would smack him for the news. Jay turned away and sighed. It had to be Thad visiting Marie. He couldn't imagine anyone else poking around the enemy's turf, especially with the battle tomorrow. Suspicions twitched along his synapses. He spun back to the messenger to demand, “Where were they heading?”
“T-to- the East, sir,” stuttered the messenger, shoulders hunched to his ears.
“All right. I'll handle this,” Jay said as he plunked his beer down on the closest table. He gripped the papers tightly in his hand. The messenger scuttled to the side as Jay made his way over the threshold. “No one else follow me, understood?”
“Yes sir,” he nodded erratically, relieved to be relinquished of responsibility. The young man scurried off into the night before Jay finished locking his door.
With the man gone, Jay turned his nose to the wind. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He found their scent to the west, which was as much as Jay expected. Before darting off into the night, though, Jay rounded his trailer. Opening the trim into the crawl space, he drew out a bag. Hefting the backpack to his back, he sniffed the air once more, before ducking into the forest.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kristi made her way through the corridors, her wet hair soaking the clothes along her back. She had just managed to make it back to her room when three figures peeled away from some shadows.
“Alpha Kristi, we want to talk to you!” Hazel, her arm fully healed and free of its sling, stepped forward. Her eyes were bright with determination and eyebrows lowered. Lily and Vera stood behind her, similar looks of resolve. All three girls had their arms crossed. Seriousness radiated out from them.
“Girls,” Kristi managed to find a smile, despite the exhaustion and irritation swarming her mind. Her gaze flickered back and
Well, until Gavin chose to attack the town.
Jay screwed his eyes shut, clenching them tight against the sudden glare of his lamps. His head pulsed with a migraine and, hastily, he took a swig of his beer. Groaning, he leaned his head back against his chair. There would have been no way out. Whatever he chose, the pack was bound to attack Goldbridge.
He couldn't justify his selfish desires to stay with Kristi if others would die. He couldn't then and he couldn't now. Jay heaved a heavy sigh, cracking his eyes open. His gaze didn't focus on anything in his trailer, though. Staring into the distance, his mind laced together an image of Kristi: her smile—which he probably wouldn't see again—and her warm, yellow eyes. Of course, he was bound to see her tomorrow, but her features would be twisted with rage, betrayal, and hatred. A hot burn clawed at the back of his eyes.
A sudden knock resounded on his front door, jolting him from his chair. He bound over to the door, his brain foggy from drinking. He imagined Kristi on the other side of the door, demanding to speak to him, to offer a solution at the very last second. That was her style.
As Jay flung the door open, he tried to quash down his sudden embarrassment. One of the Nameless Sentinels stood on the other side of the door, wide-eyed and worried. Clearing the mortification from his throat, Jay grumbled, “Yeah?”
“Marie Humbold was seen leaving with a member of the Crystal Ridge pack, sir.” The messenger wrung his hands together in concern.
“Shit,” Jay cursed and the messenger scuttled back a step, as if Jay would smack him for the news. Jay turned away and sighed. It had to be Thad visiting Marie. He couldn't imagine anyone else poking around the enemy's turf, especially with the battle tomorrow. Suspicions twitched along his synapses. He spun back to the messenger to demand, “Where were they heading?”
“T-to- the East, sir,” stuttered the messenger, shoulders hunched to his ears.
“All right. I'll handle this,” Jay said as he plunked his beer down on the closest table. He gripped the papers tightly in his hand. The messenger scuttled to the side as Jay made his way over the threshold. “No one else follow me, understood?”
“Yes sir,” he nodded erratically, relieved to be relinquished of responsibility. The young man scurried off into the night before Jay finished locking his door.
With the man gone, Jay turned his nose to the wind. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He found their scent to the west, which was as much as Jay expected. Before darting off into the night, though, Jay rounded his trailer. Opening the trim into the crawl space, he drew out a bag. Hefting the backpack to his back, he sniffed the air once more, before ducking into the forest.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kristi made her way through the corridors, her wet hair soaking the clothes along her back. She had just managed to make it back to her room when three figures peeled away from some shadows.
“Alpha Kristi, we want to talk to you!” Hazel, her arm fully healed and free of its sling, stepped forward. Her eyes were bright with determination and eyebrows lowered. Lily and Vera stood behind her, similar looks of resolve. All three girls had their arms crossed. Seriousness radiated out from them.
“Girls,” Kristi managed to find a smile, despite the exhaustion and irritation swarming her mind. Her gaze flickered back and
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