Chapter 30 The Dependant Pack

• When I came to a safe distance, near but not so near that anyone could recognize my wolf, I changed back. The patrol guards strolled from one corner of the border to another. I took in a shuddering breath. Being an alpha came handy sometimes because we didn’t have to discard our clothes or belongings inside them. They just….stayed. How or why? That was a question even people researching werewolves couldn’t answer.
• I fished out my phone to find several missed calls from Marcus. I turned it off completely and pushed it back into my back pocket. I walked towards the border, unbothered and unafraid. My footsteps alerted the guards. One immediately took a menacing stance before he sniffed the air and as if a switch had been flipped he bared his throat. It was really funny how they showed respect when I know all they would like is to kill me or hurt me. I could sense their anger and warring emotions - a disadvantage when it came to being a white wolf Healer.
• “I would like to speak to your Alpha,” I said, ignoring the emotions of every guard present there.