The Alpha's Triple Lunas novel Chapter 16

Chapter Seventeen – A dead squirrel.

Scott looked around the hole for the last time before concluding that it was dead.

A shiver ran down his spine but he tightened his fists and walked away. Some animals came to him but he just moved like he didn’t know what happened.

A small bird perched on his hair, trying to call his attention, but he brushed it away. They’d be all the curious on what killed the squirrel.

It was a normal thing to die in the forest but not in this case.

Whatever killed the squirrel was surely not a normal animal. The squirrel was old and weakly and such animals are usually left to die before eaten.

It was among the Alpha’s law of the jungle. So whoever did that was an intruder. And could possibly not be an animal as there isn’t even footsteps or carcasses left.

Scott looked behind him carefully to be sure he wasn’t being followed before going into the hidden cave.

The last thing he wanted was anyone finding his last hide out especially now he had Lunas.

“I shouldn’t take them as Lunas though, right?” he asked his wolf, Walt.

Walt said nothing. He hardly spoke back to Scott these days. It had been a long time Scott changed to his wolf form. Walt must have been bored out.

A small creek sound made him turn swiftly. He sensed someone watching him from up a tree.

He was inside his cave haven so whoever it was would surely be one of the three sisters. He felt un bothered and collapsed inside the lake.

“How come you girls are good at climbing trees?” he tried to strike a conversation with whoever.

There was a small sound of clearing voice. Scott rose from the lake. That wasn’t a girl's voice. It was deep and cranky.

“You could get cold if you swim” a deep voice answered. A small blonde head boy jumped down from the tree.

Scott pulsed increased, he stared at him for a while. How did someone get inside here? His pulse reduced as he saw the boy wasn’t with any weapon.

“Who is he? You must be wondering, right? What is he doing here?” the boy strolled towards the stream.

Scott shook his head. He was sure he had seen the boy somewhere before but was also sure he hasn’t. Was this the intruder that had killed the old squirrel?

He leapt out of the lake, scaring the boy. He brought out a small knife from behind him.

“Yes who are you and what are you doing here?” Scott advanced towards him.

The boy seemed distraught, trying not to look at the knife, “Um… please. I’d answer you, just place the knife away. I ha-hate knives, please” he kept on moving backwards till he hit the tree.

Scott lowered the knife but immediately, the boy sent him flying back inside the lake. The knife fell off his hands. Scott felt his back crack from the kick.

Walt began growling inside him and his claws were coming out but then the boy shouted that he was “Lydia’s brother”.

Walt sank back in immediately. Scott recalled Evelyn’s earlier discussion about a younger brother coming.

He had accepted hoping the boy would stay with him in his room. But what he was looking at was a lethal animal. How was he to live with such.