Chapter 6 - The Other Alpha

My path ahead is foggy; the morning air is cold and harsh on my face. I should've carried a scarf, I realize too late. The street is covered with dried leaves, rising in the air with every swoosh of wind that strikes them, only to drop lifeless back on the wet ground beneath. On either side, the naked branches of wide trees look down upon me.

The scenery isn't exactly encouraging. In fact, it does all it can to dampen my mood, but I, the beta werewolf, continue on, rubbing my palms together and huffing air.

Niall lives in a cottage house. His mother loves plants—more than she loves her only son, I believe, and the front-yard garden does not shy away from the fact. Green floods my vision, brown, red, and yellow sprinkled here and there. Winter hasn't touched those potted plants yet.

I tear a bunch of leaves from one of the pots on my way to the door—a habit I cannot get rid of—and ring the bell.

As I wait for the door to open, I wonder what had come over me the previous night.

Nial