Playing Alpha

[Hyacinth]

“Stop!” Bash’s little voice cuts through the din of fighting all around us. “Mama, what about the baby?”

I pause. “He’s right,” I remember, removing my hands from the Alpha. “I can’t cure anyone else without endangering my cub. She barely survived me freeing you, Gamma McCoy.”

“Well then,” he smiles, taking on a can do attitude. “Let’s find some rope. We’ll just have to keep him under control the old-fashioned way.”

“What about the rest of the pack,” I yell over the sounds of battle.

“We don’t need to battle all of them,” Gamma McCoy assesses. “Our crew has already taken out half of them. And the rest just need to be told to stand down.”

“Or we can scare them,” Bash suggests. “Mama, maybe we should ask a dragon to help.”

“Bash dear, don’t be silly,” I shake my head. “Dragons aren’t real.”

“Actually they are,” Roderick speaks up for the first time, his voice gravelly. “I met one when I was vacationing in Wales with my parents. They’re even more elusive than Moon Wolves.” He