Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Yeah, I know.” He nodded at us. “I smelled the ones that were in the square. And if I can’t make you stop, then come with me. At least you have an official police escort now.” He laughed and waved us on. This was good. We would be able to keep working and trying to find those bombs.
There was the sound of commotion in the distance. There were several more people still running off of the campus as it was still being evacuated. Clearly, there were some hold outs that didn’t believe the story about the bombs until the police arrived on the scene.
Now that it was a cop that was telling those people to run, they were more than willing to trust that the story was true and they were ready to leave. The only thing is, they were leaving in a screaming panic. They were afraid that they were about to be blown up at any moment, and that even one delayed second would result in either their death or extreme bodily harm.
What I didn’t get was, if they were afraid of the bombs, why didn’t they believe the others that had told them about them? Why had they waited until the police had arrived on the scene? They had been warned before and had just dismissed it all as a hoax or something. That just showed how little faith the world had in the younger generation. Everything was a joke or a hoax to them all. That was their opinion apparently.
Lyssa and I worked with Andrew to find three more bombs before we found the next police officer. This one was Uncle Devon, and he was apparently relieved to see us.
“Where the hell have you been?” He demanded of us. “Where are your brothers?”
“They are looking for the bombs and evacuating people.” I told him honestly. “We have a list-.”
“Yeah, I know. A list of locations where the bombs are. We saw the device as well. We are finding them right now as well. There are two dozen wolf officers on the scene at the moment, and that isn’t even accounting for the other species or the FBI. We have this covered. The two of you head back to the parking lot. Your parents are looking for you.”
“We’re not leaving.” I told him firmly.
“That wasn’t a request, Rika.” Uncle Devon tried to use his position on the force to intimidate me into leaving, but I wasn’t having it.
“And I wasn’t making a polite comment. I am not leaving this search, Devon.” I didn’t use the uncle title that was used out of closeness and respect rather than blood or marriage relationship.
“Rika!” He growled my name, but I was stronger than he was. I put all of my anger into my words and responded to him in the same fashion.
“I am not leaving here, Devon.” I put every ounce of my anger and control into those words and saw the moment that he was forced to back down. He was clearly overwhelmed by my power, and subsequently turned to look away from me in deference.
“Fine.” He growled angrily. He wasn’t at all happy about being overruled by a girl that he considered to be a 鈥榩up’. I wasn’t to be looked down upon though, and I was going to make that clear here and now.
In truth, in that moment of power that I showed to Uncle Devon, even Andrew turned to look away from me as if he was overwhelmed by the intensity of my power. And neither of them were able to look me in the eye for a little while. For the next ten minutes or so, they both just looked at my left ear or somewhere over my head. They weren’t able to bring their eyes to my face.
I had seen this happen before. I had watched my dad do it, as well as other Alphas. It was the way the lower ranks showed their deference to their Alphas. I wasn’t the Alpha here, but it was nice to know that I had the power to get my way with these men here. They weren’t going to be forcing me out of this search any time soon. Nope, not at all.
In a way, that feeling that I got, that sense of power, was better than anything that I had ever felt before. It was exhilarating.
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Beech
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From the moment that Luka had seen this guy, the one that had the bombs in his bag, I had known that something was wrong. That something was off. Unlike Luka, I can’t sense that many things about people. However, I am able to read a situation better than most people. I think that it is just a preternatural gift that was given to me by the heavens when I was born. I especially can read the situation when there are people that are exceptionally close to me.
The more familiar that I am with the people that I am with, the more that I know about the current situation. And that meant that the moment that Luka, who I am with all the time and had grown up with, felt that something was wrong, I too felt that something was wrong.
This gift of mine wasn’t that amazing, but it helped me to stay on top of the way that people felt and what was going on. I always knew what it was that people needed, often before they even knew it for themselves. It also helped to establish me as a reliable and trustworthy person, which I didn’t feel I deserved, because it was granted to me supernaturally.
At the moment though, having been the one that reached the man first, I was the one that was needed and the one that was trying to help. I was asked to hold this man down, while my sister and I waited for the police and others from our extended family to arrive.
While I was sad that my brother and sister were here, involved in all of this drama, I was glad that Ilana and Rowan weren’t here today. They didn’t have a class today, neither of them did, and that meant that they had stayed home while the rest of us were here. This worked out better in my opinion. They weren’t in danger at the moment.
Speaking of danger, while I held this man down, who was still struggling vainly against my hold, I watched my sister walk off toward the fountain, toward where we usually sat. I knew that they had seen on the detonator device that the man had placed bombs over there. Ashle was over there to locate those bombs and to clear out the people in the area that hadn’t been smart enough to leave when the others ran away screaming.
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There were bouts of panic and calmness that were spreading over the campus. Some people were running away scared when they were told that there were bombs on the campus, but the others thought that it was all a hoax, so after the hysterical of the civilians had fled, the others would roll their eyes and continue about their day. I didn’t know why those people weren’t listening and leaving the campus. What was it going to take for them to understand?
I was trying to read too many situations at once. I was focusing on my sister as she told everyone that came near us that there were bombs on the campus and they needed to leave. She was also fielding questions about why I was pinning a man to the ground, and whether or not I was being too rough with him. I wasn’t, of course, I wasn’t doing anything other than holding the man down. His face was uncovered, and he was able to breathe. I was just restraining him until the police arrived.
It felt like a lot of time was passing, but I knew that it was just the way that it seemed. The situation that we were in just felt like it was dragging by and that the police were taking a long time to get here. There was just so much going on that it was overwhelming and made it harder for my mind to process and comprehend it all quickly.
“What the hell are you doing?” A voice called out behind me as I focused my attention on the situational acuity that was by my sister rather than that of the area near me. I had never heard this voice before, but I knew that it was an angry man. That was all that came to my mind.
“Huh?” I spun my head around, looking for the person that had spoken. He was closer to me than I would have liked, I had heard that much when he spoke. And when I looked around, I saw that the man was barely five feet from me.
The person that I was looking at was wearing a uniform for the university. And he was definitely pissed off.
“I said, what the hell are you doing?” The man’s voice was deep and came out as a rumble that wasn’t far off from a growl.
“I am detaining this man until the police arrive.” I told him. “They are on their way and will be here soon.”
“You don’t call the police to the campus, dumbass.” The man took a step closer to me and cut the distance between us in half. “You contact campus security and then we make the determination whether or not we need to call the police.” He was pissed that we had superseded his chain of command.
“My apologies, but this situation is beyond the ability of mere campus security. We made the decision to contact the proper authorities immediately. The gravity of the situation demanded such swift actions. The local police as well as the FBI are on their way as we speak.”
“Now listen here, boy.” The man stepped again, now he was standing immediately next to me, and I could feel the energy that was vibrating off of him. Granted, I had already been able to feel it. “You don’t get to make that decision. And, what is it that is so important that you had to call the FBI?” At this moment, sensing a possible friend rather than foe, the bomber that was pinned beneath my hands started to call out to him for help.