Oh look! An update! A little short but I need to write some more and I love where this cuts off at. No broken scenes.
Mathew tensed, his alpha persona coming out at the command. "Why is that?" He rumbled back. The group of alphas snarled softly at Mathew's tone while the betas fidgeted nervously behind them.
Mathew was silently absorbing their stances and traits. The first three Alphas were a challenge, having a tall stature and thick shoulders, while the two other alphas were young and eager for bloodshed. The betas are no doubt thinking about diffusing the situation. Mathew felt Alfred move closer to him, fisting his shirt and whimpering.
As Mathew predicted, a beta male came forward. "It's monsoon season. No one can survive outdoors in that weather." He paused, eyes that had been diverted to avoid an alphas gaze looked at Mathew for a moment before continuing, "Our pack is willing to shelter you and your companion. Just for a week's time."
Mathew was hesitant to give a positive answer but he debated the situation at hand. It could be a lie but then what would they gain? They didn't know about Alfred's… ability. Their pack had to have plenty of fertile omegas already, judging by the size of this one group, so there was no need for a male omega.
They could be telling the truth and if Mathew didn't accept their offer he could very well kill himself and Alfred.
Mathew stared at the beta until he lifted his head "We will come with you." At Alfred's distressed whine Mathew put a hand behind him to tug at Alfred's shirt. A warning and a comfort.
The beta nodded and Mathew moved to join the group with Alfred at his back. They ran alongside their new companions and Mathew pondered if he made the right choice before dismissing the thought. It's for the best.
-Alfred-
The camp they had been brought to was large, sheltered in the base between two bulky hills. The wind that had flowed through Alfred's hair before was devoid here. The wind was the least of Alfred's concerns.
People. Everywhere. Alfred was eager to greet new friends but large groups frightened him. Mathew told him it was because he didn't have a mate and because he had lived all his life outside a big pack.
Alfred glanced between person to person, stared at giant tents being set up or already standing proud, and sniffed the air to catch scents of food that made his mouth water. There were alphas, betas, and omegas but no omega males. This just proved what Mathew said when he told Alfred he was rare. A freak, Alfred had thought.
Finally they reached a brightly colored tent at the center of the encampment. The lead alpha's tent. The group they had been running with had split up when they came to the camp leaving them with just one alpha and the beta that spoke before.
The beta walked to the opening in the tent and popped in for a while. Mathew and Alfred stood outside with the alpha watching them. Mathew growled suddenly and Alfred turned to face the other alpha who was diverting his gaze. Alfred blushed crimson at the idea that the alpha had been inspecting him.
The beta suddenly ran out and motioned for Alfred and Mathew to enter. Alfred took in the lush carpets and furs as well as the books. Finally he looked to the large plush chair in the center, a deep burgundy, and then to the figure that sat in it.
Alfred looked into bright emerald eyes and gasped softly.
The beta gestured to the figure on the chair "Pack Lead Alpha, Arthur Kirkland."