Affectionate Alpha: Saving my Lost Mate Whatever it Costs

The security wolves walk away from the scene after helping them retrieve the power from Alfred. Alpha Festus is the one lurking around the hut, he doesn't know how to shift - he only became an Alpha as an inheritance from his father.

Thirty Eight Minutes Gone.

22 minutes for the Red wolves to come out and hunt in the wasteland. Greg seems impatient, and he tries to mind link Alpha Martin or Charles but they do, immediately.

"Hey, George! Do you copy? Over." Martin walks around Alfred who is lying flatly on the ground and groaning.

"George, do you copy?" Charles mind links him too. Then, immediately their mind links join together, Martin's, Charles' and Kimberly's with George's.

"Hey, guys! The red wolves are out already. Give the white wolf power to me, and let me jump down!!" Greg yells, impatient waiting for a response.

40 minutes gone.

"Some elves are moping around where she lays!" He yells again.

"Elves aren't harmful." Martin comments. "We are going to give the power to you now."

Then, they all kneel beside Alfred and place their hearts on his. He yells as a spirit rushes out of his body, and he feels weak immediately. Then, the spirit goes straight up to the clouds.

"Alright, gotcha." George says. "I'm gonna shift now, and I'll jump down. Mind link me when necessary."

"Alright, George. Please take good care of my daughter." Kimberly sniffles.

"Yes, ma'am! Sure, I'll mind link you when necessary and also, Kellie would get her mind link once she's settled so we will be safe." Greg adds. "Just be hopeful and pray it works out. Red wolves are more strict than some vampires are."

"It will work out well. George, I trust you!" Charles feigns a smile on his chin.

Then, with a loud voice, not blaring where Martin and others are but loud enough for them to hear clearly, George's wolf takes control and increases in size as he shifts fully into his wolf form.

"Pall. Pall." He hears the name twice. Then, moon goddess interprets it for him. Pall is the name of his wolf. So, we're gonna call him Pall when he's in his wolf form.

Pall whines and woofs around the corner, peering down at Kellie who is still lying down flatly and sobbing. The sobs can't be heard, only the shudders. She's shuddering and sniffling, obviously ignorant of what step to take.

"Aah!!!!!" Pall yells with all his might and his wolf doubles again. Martin and Kimberly with Charles fix their gazes up at the barrier where George is, and they see the wolf as little.

"Are you sure that would help? He's such a small wolf." Kimberly comments.

"Don't be a dunce." Charles says. "It is so far away. Yet, you wanna see him as big as he is? If he isn't big, we won't even see any of his part."

"Stop bickering. Let's get to work and train some warriors." Martin says, and walks away from them.

George gives the last shriek, his wolf becoming times twenty of his original size, then with a continuous descending spree, he darts towards Sophia as he drops into the wasteland.

"George is gone." Kimberly lets out a lone tear out of her eyes.

"At least, he has more power than he has ever had. Moon goddess increased his wolf strength and size. We gave him the white wolf power. So, what do you think?" Martin retorts.

"Make sure you keep this guy safe." Charles says, and kicks Alfred. Kimberly slaps him hard on his chin, and smiles afterwards.

"We have used your white wolf power." She snickers, and hits his forehead with a clenched fist. "You're now a mere wolf. You know what?"

"What?" Charles asks but Martin keeps moving towards the main gate.

"Keep him with us. Maybe in our house. After all, he's just a wolf like us. Keep him with us." Kimberly says.

"Why should we?" Charles shrugs.

"You know you're one of the causes of why my pretty and only daughter is missing." Her voice starts to break. "Would you even listen to me once?"

"Okay then. Stand up, man." He helps Alfred up.

"Hey Charles, meet me at room 344." Martin says, and enters the pack house as the security white wolves bow while he passes by them.

"Sure!" Charles retorts, before he moves out of earshot. He helps Alfred up totally and he guides him to the main gate. He forces him in though Alfred moves voluntarily - the only reason why he's special is because he has the white wolf power in him and since he doesn't anymore, there's no point returning to his pack.

"Thank you, sir." He says. "Thank you, ma."

After they all enter the pack house through the main gate, Alpha Festus hiding in the hut shakes his head and moves away. The other Betas that escaped had met him on his way - so he told them to keep moving and stay in the pack while he tries his best for Alfred but unfortunately, he can't. How can a mere human being fight a wolf not to talk of a white one.

"Treason, treason!" He fumes. "He surrendered to this pack. What's the name?"

He tilts his head, and peers at the encryption at the main gate and great fences.

"Association of Wolves pack. AoW." He soliloquizes, and tells his unavailable wolf incase he forgets the name.

"Though I can't shift, I'll make sure I get those who have more powers than the white wolves and they'll accompany me in accomplishing my journey."

He leaves through the backyard; Giving his Alpha ability the control, he speeds into the forest and soon gets back to America - that's to tell you wolves most very fast. Not just fast, very! But Alphas of packs whether able to shift or not are always able to move faster than their Betas or Gammas or Zetas or warriors. Except white wolves though.

(WASTELAND)

As George drops to the ground, the waste land, he lands on a soft object with a loud thud. The object shrieks, without facing him. How the object rolls around the ground makes him suspect this is not Kellie.

"Kellie, Kellie, it's your mate." He calls her softly and then the object faces him. He screams on top of his voice; the object has no face - no eyes, no nose, no mouth. Worse still, the object had been haunted down and been injured in her face - blood drools from her 'faceless face.'

"Oh Master Jesus, what do I do?" George wails, and detaches his mind link from others so they won't hear his thoughts. He'd attach it again once he gets anything to alert them about or any updates.

"It's Kellie. Where are you, George?" A soft melodious voice speaks from behind and as George looks back, he doesn't see anyone. He sighs and breathes in. (I hope you know he's now in his human form.)

"Kellie!" George slightly yells. "Where are you?"

"Over here." The voice breaks, sounding, resounding, and echoing.

"Where exactly?" George says, darting his eyeballs forward and backward in the wasteland.

Then, the red wolves troop out of their cage to hunt and consume their victims. George tiptoes and hides right beside their cage. The red wolves are five in number, George sees this and exhales. At least, he should be able to hide from 5 enemies. But all at once, he discovers the 5 is only the first pair. He's actually facing another pair of red wolves since his back is turned to the cage of the first pair of wolves.

The leader of the pair of red wolves that troop out right from the cage George is staring at, doesn't move. She gets out of the cage - the cage is just like the ground. Just like they are coming from the underground. George doesn't mutter, he keeps completely silent. He stutters and starts to swear when the leader of the red wolf team stops in his front. Her four members come behind her.

"Go." She orders in a slurry accent. "Will be with you."

Her four red wolves roll their eyes at George and give him some sort of suspicious looks.

"Who are you?" She asks, helping George up.

"I'm...I'm..." He stutters, after standing up. Red wolves are capable of knowing your mind - you can't lie to them. Again, they have the ability to become very short like dwarfs and become very tall again.

"Looking for Kellie?" She asks, and George shudders, nodding his head almost immediately.

"Kellie is right there. Welcome to our pack." She asks for a hug and George becomes a bit scared but he hugs her.

"You can live here and hunt with us. Though you didn't intend to come here, but sorry you can't leave anymore." She says, and George sobs inwardly. He encourages himself that at least she acts nice to him - he's been expecting his head or an important part of his body to be chopped off once they approach him.

"May I ask a question?" George smiles, and raises up his pinky finger a bit.

"Sure." She says.

"But that's when we are right back." She adds before George could speak.

"Alright, thank you very much." George clasps his palms and rubs them together, the leader smiles and walks away.

"Hey, George! It's Kellie." The voice speaks again.

"Alright, I'm coming." George traces the voice. "Keep calling. Keep calling. I'll keep trailing."

"George, it's Kellie." She says until he finds her out. She's sitting on a settee beside two no-go-area witches. Anyone who enters this wasteland automatically discovers what kind of human the person is.

"Kellie!" George smiles widely as he sees Kellie's face gleaming with happiness.

"Hello." He waves at the witches but poof, they disappear. George shudders and slides as he falls to the ground due to the imbalance caused by the sudden disappearance of the two witches.