Close To Jealousy

Drake

I made my way down the door, my legs feeling like lead. Jake was waiting for me, a small box in his hands. When I got close enough, he opened the box and revealed its contents. It was a sword, its blade glinting in the light. My stomach dropped as I realized what it meant.

“Is this the sword?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he said, his own voice barely audible. I felt like I was going to be sick. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation.

“It belongs to Alpha Charles pack,” he said, his voice quivering.

The sword belonged to Alpha Charles, one of the most powerful and dangerous Alphas in the country. He was ruthless, and he ruled with an iron fist. His reputation was infamous, and we knew that we were up against something much bigger than we could have imagined.

“This changes everything,” I said, my voice hollow. “We need to act fast.”

“But what can we do?” Jack asked, his voice trembling.

I knew we had to think fast, and we had to be smart. B