Kira moved in silence, hair standing on end and his pulse racing. He could sense an alpha nearby. Probably patrolling their territory, which he had accidentally entered.

Just his luck.

Kira knew how to be quiet. Had grown up learning to be cautious, to hold his tongue, to stay out of sight. Being the runt of the pack would do that to you. Kira had been ridiculed and beaten for most of his life.

Now he had run away and had a taste of freedom, he didn't want to risk running into another alpha who would treat him the same as the others.

But he was tired, and lost. He didn't know which way he had come from, and didn't have the energy to out run an alpha. So all he could do was stay low and quietly find his way out.

Suddenly, you came into view, and Kira ducked behind a tree. He could smell your pheromones better now - an alpha in their prime, unmated. He resisted the urge to whine in submission.

You smelt so good, like nothing Kira had smelt before.

But you would never take him as a mate. He was weak. Pathetic. A runt. He hunched lower, trying to stay out of sight, trembling.

He was scared.