Sam, Head Warrior of Black Moon pack above.

Noah POV

Sam punches me one more time, and I fell. 

I see the other warriors looking at us from the corner of my eye. I spit some blood, feeling very angry. Son of the bitch smirks at me. I know I'm not as good as him, but how he trains me irks me a lot. He hasn't missed a single chance to humiliate me; he tries to push my buttons hard, all the time maintaining his mask of the perfect instructor and Head Warrior.

The other warriors look at me more reserved today before they engaged in some interaction with me, but now when everybody knows that Tonya is my mate, they choose not to say a single word to me. I shouldn't be surprised they are unhappy that their Alpha is mated to a rogue; I get it.

"You need to work harder," Sam kneels next to me. "She will not always be near to save your pathetic ass. And you will never be able to be more than some picked-up stray."

I growl and punch him. I'm so irritated I don't care what everybody will think as I storm out of the training ground. I managed to handle his bullying this whole morning, I managed to handle Tonya and Charlie reaching their orgasms this night, and I think I can't handle more today. Jealousy runs through me, but my pride will never let me admit it.

I walk toward the place where hunters are training together with werewolves, but I don't get to come closer to see their training cause the site is off-limits for everybody who hasn't been included in the joint team. Honestly, I haven't had much interaction with hunters in my pack; the last time they attacked us was when my parents were killed; after that, the rogues were a much bigger problem.

 Alpha Shane, Daniel's father, wasn't doing much against it. Our main problem was a lack of discipline and coordination in our defense. The Head Warrior was doing whatever he could, but the Beta, well, Shane had had three Beta's so far, the last being alive the longest since he had learned pretty quickly not to piss the Alpha off.

I sit at the edge of the woods, wishing for at least a moment of peace and wishing not to be so jealous as I am now about what Tonya and Charlie did together.

"Noah sad?"

I raise my head and see Pearl. Shit, she really can move without any noise. She smiles at me with the big smile of an innocent child. In my pack, there was one child like her, and I often bullied him with others. Not because I wanted to, but because it was children of the higher-ups in the pack who were doing it, and I wanted to be liked by them. I couldn't afford to have them as my enemies as an orphan.

"Not sad, I'm just angry a bit. Why are you here?"

"Pearl wants to see Chandler, he trains over there, but Pearl can't go to where they train. Daddy said I couldn't, Pearl listen to Daddy," she says, sitting next to me.

She actually reminds me of Charlie; just like him, she has a delicate posture, soft skin, and this fragileness; I guess that's what all the omegas have in common.

"Pearl misses Chandler, Daddy said that Chandler not good for Pearl, aunty Celia said that Chandler not good, Tonya said not good, cousin Kathy said not good, but Pearl wants Chandler anyway," she says, fidgeting with her fingers.

"They may be right..." I start, but she instantly starts shaking her head.

"Chandler, mate, so he is good for me. Pearl knows when somebody good for her, Pearl found the second daddy, everybody said second daddy not good for Pearl, but I knew. Just like Chandler the same, Chandler good for Pearl, I know that."

I look at her; it's not my place to interfere with her feelings. I envy her; with her mental state, she has no doubts about her mating. I wish I had a privilege like that. I ask her some questions, and she happily tells me about her sister, her life in Howl Pack, and her second daddy, once a famous and ruthless hunter. I sigh; Black Moon has interesting connections, which probably explains why Tonya is in charge of making a deal with hunters. But what makes me curious is why the hell this deal is even needed.

I hear noise and see the Trio heading in our direction alongside Chandler. Pearl smiles, standing up, he doesn't seem happy, but I notice something in his eyes. His face remains stone, but his eyes get brighter when she is beside him. They all walk toward the packhouse except one of the triplets. He looks at me with hostility, so I know that it's Tyler; he is the only one among them who seems to have a problem with me.

"Why aren't you on training grounds? I'm sure Sam hasn't agreed for you to be excused so soon."

I glance at him, slightly baring my canines.

"What is your problem?" I say, and he smirks.

"I just don't trust you, I think you lie to us, and the fact that Charlie is wary of you doesn't make it any better."

I stand up, feeling my anger rising.

"Whatever I think of this omega is my and Tonya's business, not anybody's else!"

"Exactly! You are one of these wolves who think that omegas are beneath you! My mother is a Head Tracker of this pack even though he is an omega! And you despise Charlie because of it. Tonya doesn't deserve shit like you for the mate!"

"You have no fucking idea what you are talking about! Your life was easy, mine not, and Charlie is my business. I have done more for him than anybody else!"

"And exactly what have you done!" he yells back at me.

"I didn't leave him there; I took him with me. And I had to leave because I was defending him; he is the reason for all that happened!"

Tyler steps back a bit, and I suddenly understand what has just happened. I let it slip; I told him things I shouldn't have. For now, there was no dent in my story and now. Fuck, fuck with this.

"Whenever I'm worthy of being Tonya's mate is my problem, not yours," I spit and leave him there; I shift and run into the forest; Linus and I need some space.

Should I try escaping, even though I have no chance of it? I'm too deep in the pack territory. Tonya's patrols are very well prepared; even if I try, they will follow and catch my scent quickly.

Chandler POV

"So, what exactly did you feel?" I ask, looking at Rosie.

Honestly, I'm not convinced with all of this. I don't believe in her supposed ability to see the memories. Alistair is sitting next to me, but I am also not so sure. Anne and Carson are in the safe room doing their research on the creature; they have rarely left that place for days now.

When Tonya suggested that my people take part in the barbeque and that Rosie could feel something from them, I wasn't convinced, but I had no reason to deny it.

"It turned out what I was suspecting. I can't see memories of humans," Rosie starts making me snort.

"So what are we doing here?"

"We are here because one of your men is, or rather was, a werewolf," Rosie says.

I look at Tonya in total disbelief, but how she looks at me makes it evident that she is sure that her sister has told the truth. I glance at Alister, I'm sure he isn't convinced either, but Terry, on the other hand, says:

"About ten years ago, I encountered a werewolf who killed her wolf. She told us that she met the savior, who had freed her from her wolf. We only discovered that he used some chemicals to do it and that he was an omega."

"I saw exactly that when I touched one of your people. I saw the moment he killed his wolf, I felt the agony of the wolf and... and there were more people there. Everyone was screaming; they were bound to the beds and in much pain. I felt the fear, extreme fear. The wolf felt that he was being murdered." Rosie says as her hands are shaking.

"Which one?" I ask; I may not be sure, but I must at least check that possibility.

"That one with the scar on his forehead."

Norton, I clench my fist, trying to remember what I know about the guy. He came to the clan three years ago; he was found when we were chasing some rogues to their hideout, and he was there; he was their prisoner. We took him in, and he quickly became a good warrior; he was cautious and focused and even saved my life once. I had no reason not to trust him, there is only the word of the wolf girl, and yet I know that one of my men is a traitor guilty of the death of two others from my clan.

"You will leave the confrontation to me. That is my business," I say lowly, standing up.

No one is trying to stop me from leaving, not even Alistair. I need to do this alone, I think as I walk fast toward our quarters. Four of them, after all, don't leave the house unless they have my special permission.

 I enter the house asking Norton to come with me outside because I have a job for him. He walks after me without any question, also without any word. He was always the quiet one. Fuck, I don't want it to be him; I always liked him, taught him so much. I feel responsible; I've always felt responsible, especially for those who came to the clan because they had nowhere to go. Just like Norton...

"Why are we here? It's unusual for you not to explain what is happening." Norton interrupts the silence.

I stop walking and turn around to look at him:

"Are you, or are you not a werewolf, Norton?" I ask him slowly.

"What? That actually stupid?" he says but looks extremely serious.

"Rosie said she saw your memories and your wolf dying."

"And you believe her? They are werewolves; we can't trust them, for God's sake!"

He seems honest; he has a point. But I know how people think, how much they would want to live no matter what, and that they will use the chance.

"I don't want to believe, so I will ask you to come with me to the packhouse so that we can make sure about it!" I say, sighing and turning slightly back to him.

I know that when you corner the man, they will lie or attack, but he usually takes it when you give him a chance to escape. But what for sure underestimated him? He strikes me the moment; he thinks I don't look at him as I have expected. I was ready for it, but not for him to have any weapons. I made sure he hadn't taken anything from the house. We are far from the packhouse but close to the place where the additional car is parked, a precaution I made sure to take when we came here; everybody on my team knows where the vehicle is.

I lured him here to give him the prospect of escaping; an innocent man would not. But what I underestimated is for him to have his claws still. I curse as he jumps on, cutting through my chest with his claws. Long lashes hurt like hell, but I managed to swing and send him to the ground, her growl as he attacks me again. I get my silver knife and manage to make him bleed as once again I block his punch on me, stopping his claws barely inches from my face.

He smirks, giving me a solid kick to my stomach, but I managed to pierce him with my knife. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be bothered by it. Suddenly I realize how physically strong he is, like a werewolf, how sure he was or maybe still is. And yet I don't step away even though I'm in extreme pain when he throws me to the tree. I yelp, but I manage to stan quickly:

"Fucking traitor!" I spit as he jumps on me again, I'm ready, but he misses his target because white wolf cannons into him suddenly emerge from the woods. Norton hisses, and I curse because I know it's Pearl.

She lands on the ground between me and him, growling and baring her teeth. Fuck, she is an omega. Will she be able to take him? Unfortunately, my arm is dislocated, so I will have to use my left hand to hold my knife, and I'm scared that she won't listen to me and...

The loud roar reaches us, and a big grey, or maybe a silver, wolf crashes into Norton, biting his teeth into his leg, almost ripping it out. That was so fast that I almost didn't realize what was happening when Norton screams in pain, trashing in Tonya's grip. 

Because that must be an Alpha, I know how big Alphas are, yet it's not her seize that makes me astonished. It's the dominance radiating from her and her eyes... They are silver! I have looked into many werewolves' eyes and have never seen silver ones.