Alpha Omega 02 - Hunting Ground

a bag, bring it here. The rules are finder’s keepers—no thieves. Any wolf carrying a bag is untouchable. We have monitors, we have people hidden, and Dana has given the bags a little extra fae magic to ensure this is the case. Anyone interfering with a wolf carrying a bag will be eliminated from the competition and the bag will be returned to the finder. You will not be able to open it—Dana has made certain of it. When all three bags are here, we will sound an alarm that you can hear from anywhere on the grounds. Return here—and when everyone is accounted for, Dana will open the bags, and the winner will be announced.”
    After Angus conducted a brief question-and-answer session, it was Charles’s turn. He looked at her, then at Ric and his Alpha, who stood beside her.
    â€œThe hunt,” he said, “is on.”
    There was a metallic chunk, the lights went off, and Anna had her shirt halfway off before the last of the light died. On the wall, the monitors switched their display from the ruby ring to black with small red letters on the bottom right-hand corner of each, which abruptly provided the only light in the room.
    Clothing ripped and soft, pained sounds echoed as several dozen werewolves began the change from human to something more. Laughing, breathless, she stripped off her pants and shoes, socks and underwear before she began her own change.
    Shards of agony spread over her, beginning at the base of her spine and spiraling out to her fingers and toes. Wet pops announced the reshaping of joints and bone as her wolf slid over her skin. Claws and fangs, muscle and fur—wet tracks slid down her face as her eyes watered. Strength surged like the tide rolling in, and she came to all fours with a grunt of effort.
    The room was too full of others for her to pick up a scent, and her eyes were blind with the last wave of white-hot pain. She stood shaking, then threw her head back and sang.
    Alone.
    Because she was the first to change—it must have been a gift from Brother Wolf and the mate bond they shared. She’d never been able to change that fast before. She could have started her hunt, but Ric and his Alpha were still caught in the change. So she stood over them, ready to protect them if they should need it.
    By ones and twos, other wolves rose. When they got too close to her, she displayed her fangs, and they let her be.
    Ric’s Alpha, Isaac, now a winter white wolf who was only a little larger than she, stood up, and they both waited for Ric, who was finished only a few minutes later. He wobbled like a newborn lamb when he came to his feet, not experienced enough yet to wait for brain and muscle to reconnect. She put her shoulder against him and let him lean on her.
    In his human form, he was average height and build—maybe even a bit lean. His wolf was on the large side, certainly bigger than she or Isaac. In the dark her eyes gave her shapes, but not colors. He was darker than his Alpha but several shades lighter than she, but she couldn’t tell if he was gray, brown, or red.
    He shook himself as though he were wet and, as if that were a signal, his Alpha surged forward leaving Anna and Ric to follow. They ran first through a hallway and into a narrow stairway that led down and down, and the scents changed from fresh air to musty and moldy.
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    AFTER a minute or two the stygian blackness resolved into something more fathomable to Charles’s wolf-enhanced vision. A hole in the ceiling let in some starlight, and the monitors began to show orange and red and gold as wolves passed by the infrared cameras scattered throughout the maze and lit the big room with the warmth of their bodies.
    Even though he couldn’t see her, Brother Wolf told him she’d already completed her change. The first to do so, he thought. He expected her to run immediately, but she waited.
    For her guards, said Brother Wolf approvingly. He wasn’t happy about Anna running this hunt while they were stuck with the wolves who chose not to go. He wasn’t especially happy about missing the hunt himself—particularly with Chastel out there somewhere. Only the knowledge that Anna had allies kept Brother Wolf under wraps.
    Groans of pain turned to howls and the sound of claws digging into wood as the last of the wolves entered the hunt, and finally silence descended upon the room. Charles heard a rustle and a click—and a bank of dim lights illuminated the