When I finished explaining my not so happy story of my childhood, I was not expecting his reaction. Especially not from someone I did not know. He was clenching his fists, like he might hit something, and his body was shaking violently. A deep furious growl escaped his throat. Um....Alpha Lucara? I asked. The wolf inside me let out a nervous whimper. Calm him down, she was practically begging me. How? I asked. I don't know, hug him, kiss him, do something. Lucara let out a pained howl. I winced, then moving towards him, I hugged him. Sssshhh,Lucara, It,s okay. Look at me, ssshhhh, look at me, I,m okay. But you can't be he whined, The scar! The scar! I looked at him not sure what to do. To be honest I have never seen a alpha whine. I pressed my lips against his tasting salty tears, trying to quiet him. He calmed down a bit, then moaned. Why does he want you dead? His eyes got dark again with anger. Who knows? I asked. He is a unpredictable cold hearted son of a bitch. He grabbed my hand, That bastard is not coming on my land he hissed. Come. I am not letting you out of my sight. Where are we going? I asked. To my pack, to our house. If one of them so much touches you they will be kicked out and will have the miserable title of a rouge. I did not point out that I could take care of myself and have been doing so for the last fifteen years. I have also did not tell him my parents were both rouges.