she knew Cole would never let his pack deteriorate in front of him.
2. Chapter Two
The correlation never dawned on her before, but Adolf resembled the elves from the old folklores. He was unmarked by age, his features both flawless and immaculate. His silver hair, which fell past his shoulders, was currently tied at the nape of his neck, exposing the solid column of his throat.
If it wasn’t for the predominant scowl he wore, or the way he constantly insulted Cole and the rest of the pack, Hayden might have considered Adolf handsome. He was muscular, but in comparison to Cole, he was lithe. His agile stature could explain why he preferred daggers as opposed to fists.
Her anticipation heightened as he charged from his house. However, one look at his livid expression abruptly dissipated Hayden’s earlier perceptions. She wondered how she’d considered him handsome when he currently resembled a wild boar.
“Get off my property!” A wolfish snarl entwined his words, giving his order more bite.
“But I’m not on your property,” Hayden replied innocently. While he intimidated her just the slightest, her excitement over a face-to-face conversation overshadowed any hesitancy. “In fact, I made sure I stayed behind the territory line.”
He moved fluidly over his territory and grabbed Hayden’s arm. “Whatever game you’re playing at will stop now.” He half carried her, half dragged her down his property. “I am personally going to escort you to your Alpha.”
“Cole is working,” she supplied flippantly. “He always works during the week. You should have known that.”
Granted, she was ecstatic at finally having Adolf in front of her, but she hadn’t formulated a strategy to convince him to teach her. Not yet anyway. She’d been more preoccupied with waiting outside his house until he came out.
“Then I will bring you to Addie.”
“Probably not the best idea, considering she’s out shopping.”
Adolf stopped abruptly. He shook her once, as if torn between tossing her aside and crushing her arm. “What do you want, Mutt?”
Mutt was a term Hayden hadn’t heard for quite some time. Ever since she’d stepped foot in Albertville, with a rogue as a Sire and Nicolas as her ‘declared mate’, Adolf frequently tried to banish her from town. However, after realizing Hayden hadn’t been responsible for the killings in Albertville, Adolf had lost much of his ammo for convicting her.
Hayden tugged her arm free from his grasp and stared at his spiteful face. “I was wondering if you could teach me how to fight with a dagger.”
Adolf appeared genuinely surprised at the request, never having expected to hear those words coming from her lips. It didn’t last, however. His scowl was fixed just seconds later.
“What kind of joke is this?”
“Not a joke. Please,” Hayden begged.
She was suddenly frantic at the notion of Adolf turning her down. His possible refusal had briefly crossed her mind, but her determination to learn how to fight had prevented her from formulating any backup plans if he said no.
He squinted down at her, amused and vindictive. “You’re a female, a Mutt female from another pack. Your Sire is a rogue who will easily take over your mind with a few simple orders. Why would I teach a potential enemy how to fight?”
She tried not to think about her Sire, Tracer, or the situation she had found herself in when he’d invaded their pack house those many nights ago. The things Hayden had done to Addie while under Tracer’s control still made her sick.
“I understand there is a risk,” Hayden conceded. “But I’m asking you out of respect—”
He snorted and turned his back. “I will never train you. Ever. You will cease this… ridiculous ruse.”
Hayden stood in the middle of the road, her shoulders slumped, and her eyes wide as she watched Adolf walk back to his property. She had to try something .
“You know the rogues won’t always wait until we’re the