The Alpha’s Fated Choice (Alpha's Fated Encounter Trilogy #1)

I know wolves from the North Alliance have black fur, and the ones from the South Alliance have brown fur. I thought the wolves from the Central Alliance had white fur. So, which Alliance does this silvery wolf belong to? Why is it in a cell? Why does it look like this?

“Hello?”

It doesn’t stir, and I begin to feel a strange restlessness within me.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

I don’t know why I’m so desperate for the wolf to look at me, but its silence continues. I try again to break the lock, but whatever it is made of, not even all of my strength is enough to put a dent in it.

“Please wake up!” I bang my hand against the bars, my voice rising in panic. “Wake up!”

The wolf doesn’t move.

My eyes feel wet from desperation. “Please wake up! Please look at me!”

Its tail moves slightly, but its eyes remain closed. I sink to my knees, my hands wrapped around the metal bars. I reach through them, but the wolf is too far away to touch.

I can feel my own wolf’s agitation.

“Sophia.”

I ignore the voice calling for me and try reaching out to the wolf again, even though I know it is pointless.

“Sophia!”

Somebody is shaking me. My eyes open, and suddenly, I am back in my room. Alex is staring at me, fear in his eyes.

I gaze at him, my head feeling hazy. I’ve never seen that look on his face before.

He presses his fingers against my wrist as if checking to see whether I’m alive or not. His touch drags me back to reality, and I bat his hand away. “What are you doing?”

“What happened to you?” he demands. “You weren’t breathing!”

I give him an annoyed look when he tries to check my pulse again. “I’m breathing just fine. What are you talking about?”

That’s when I realize that my hands are trembling, as is my heart. I feel a little lightheaded. When I try to get to my feet, I fall forward. Alex reaches out with his right arm to stop my descent, but I grab the edge of the bed to support myself.

“Sit down,” he orders, looking terrified. “Your lips were turning blue.”

I sit back down on the bed, trying to take slow, deep breaths.

Without thinking, I mumble, “I was dreaming. This silver wolf—”

Alex immediately grabs my wrist. “What did you say?”

I stare at him, confused. “What?”

“You said ‘Silver Wolf.’” His eyes are intense. “What did you see?”

“It was just a dream, Alex! Now, let me go!“

“What did you see, Sophia?” he persists.

“Nothing! I saw a wolf with silver fur in a cell. It was half dead. That’s all.”

He releases me after a moment but keeps staring at me. “That can’t be all.”

“It was a dream.” I give him an angry look. “What? Now I’m not allowed to have nightmares?”