Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Something?” The anti super man from before called out to me. “Like someone is going to get hurt? Are you and your people going to hurt someone?” He was looking around apprehensively now, like he thought that he should have stayed home this morning.
“No, we aren’t going to hurt anyone, Sir. We don’t like to hurt people.” I assured him, but I wasn’t paying much attention to him. The sound of the trucks was getting louder. It was almost deafening now. It was so loud now that I clamped my hands over my ears in an effort to block the sound. It was almost painfully loud at this point.
“Riviana?” Joaquin called out to me, his hands over top of mine as I held my head. “What is the matter?”
“That sound. It’s too loud. Why is it so loud?”
“I don’t hear anyth-.” Vincent started but he stopped midsentence, as if something had interrupted him. “What is that?”
“I don’t know.” Shawn said.
“I hear it too. It almost sounds like-.”
“A semi truck.” Dietrich had started, but Shane finished the sentence for him. They could hear it now too.
“Not just one.” David said. “There are several of them.”
“I hear it too.” Joaquin said, letting go of my hands.
“Where are they coming from?” Gabriel asked as he seemed to look around.
My eyes were barely cracked open, but I could see what was happening. They could finally hear the sound of the trucks that had been plaguing me for the last few minutes. They hadn’t seen them yet, but they could hear it at the very least.
“Where are they coming from?” I called out, forcing my eyes open even more. “Where is the sound coming from?”
“I don’t know, Little Bunny.” Joaquin shook his head. “I don’t see them. Not yet. But they are getting closer, I can tell that they are.”
“I know they are.” I nodded with him. “I just wish I knew what all of this meant.”
My entire group just stood there, looking around the city, the buildings that were around the stadium, trying to find where the sound was coming from. They could hear it now, so it meant that they were coming, but where from? And why? What was happening here? I also wanted to know why I had heard them so far in advance compared to the others.
While I thought about this, I got a bad feeling. I was looking at the groups of people all around the stadium’s entrance. I saw Devon and his officers, there was a slight pang of fear that hit me when I saw them, like they were in danger, but not the most danger in the world.
When I looked at the men and women that had gathered in support of me and my people, I had a similar sensation as when I looked at Devon and the others. I could feel that they were in danger, but it wasn’t as imminent.
Now, when I looked at the people that were opposite to me, Joaquin, and all the others, they were the ones that gave me the most anxiety at the moment. No, I wasn’t scared of them. I was scared for them. They were in danger. They were going to be hurt. I didn’t know why I felt this way, I just did.
I knew that something was coming for them, something that wasn’t going to care who or what they were.
“Joaquin.” I whispered his name as I looked at the group of humans.
“What is it, Little Bunny?” He was feeling anxious, that was easy to tell. He used the nickname in public more when he was nervous. It was either when we were alone and intimate or when he was needing that connection to me like right now.
“Those people, the humans over there,” I indicated them with a nod of my head, “they are in danger. Something is coming, and whatever it is, they are in danger.”
I felt like I only had moments to react here. Whatever was going to happen was about to explode into the area around us. I could feel the precious seconds that I had left slipping away from me. There wasn’t that much time left.
I had a quick flash of something happening, something awful. Those trucks that I was hearing, the ones that were causing me so many problems, were going to be here any second now, and they weren’t going to stop in time. They were going to run right into the crowd, and they weren’t going to care.
“No!” I said as I let my magic do the work that needed to be done. “I can’t let them get hurt.”
I put a barrier around the people that were standing on that side of the line, but that wasn’t all. I lifted them on one of the platforms that I usually used when traveling through the air. I lifted them, as well as the others in the area, and moved them toward the entrance of the stadium. They had moved no more than a hundred yards, if that, but they were out of harm’s way.
And it was a good thing too, because a moment later, a dozen semi trucks came blaring to a stop, air horns screeching. They were stopped right where the humans had just been standing a moment ago.
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Riviana
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There were the semi trucks that had nearly killed so many people. I was looking at twelve of them altogether, and they were all the same. They had large black cabins with black tinted windows and shining silver grills on the front. The pipes for their exhaust were huge and shimmering in the bright sun, the same silver as the grills.
And the backs of the trucks, the trailers that they were carrying, were all long and covered in black tarp like material. It wasn’t an actual trailer that closed, more like a flatbed that was covered to give privacy.
“Who the hell are they?” Devon asked from his new position next to the stadium’s entrance. “And what the hell are they doing here?”
“I don’t know.” I told him as I took a step forward. “I just know that they almost killed these people.” I said as I pointed to the men and women that had been there to protest my existence.
I had not saved them just so that they would accept me and approve of me and my people. I did it because I didn’t want people to be hurt like that. I didn’t want to see them die just because someone was being careless and stupid. Or possibly cruel and evil in this case. They obviously wanted to hurt someone, or else they wouldn’t have come barreling to a stop where they knew people had been standing.
The door to one of the trucks opened, the passenger side door of the vehicle that had been in the lead. And as the man stepped out of it, I noticed that he was clapping sarcastically.
“Oh, bravo, Mrs. Gray. Bravo. I see that you are trying to win brownie points with those species traitors.”