The Alpha's Triple Lunas

By Princess Treasure Chuks

Abused by their Uncle, emotionally and physically, for fifteen years, three sisters blindly accept to be the wife of a Lone True Alpha Werewolf.

The goal was to escape their Uncle’s torture and live in peace with their newfound brother but the tide changes when they grow attached to the lone wolf.

Scott never expected to have three Lunas in one day and accepted it as luck but his luck runs out when the evil Dragon Queen puts a bounty on the head of his three Lunas.

The sisters never expect to become entangled with magic and dragons but as Lunas, they took their place beside the Alpha’s side.

Which sister would finally get the title of Luna Queen? And is there no secret between their Alpha husband and the Dragon Queen?

Read to find out how the outrageous adventure and love story rolled in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: supernovel
• Release date: Aug 5, 2022

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The Alpha's Triple Lunas

Princess Treasure Chuks

BLURB

Abused by their Uncle, emotionally and physically, for fifteen years, three sisters blindly accept to be the wife of a Lone True Alpha Werewolf.

The goal was to escape their Uncle’s torture and live in peace with their newfound brother but the tide changes when they grow attached to the lone wolf.

Scott never expected to have three Lunas in one day and accepted it as luck but his luck runs out when the evil Dragon Queen puts a bounty on the head of his three Lunas.

The sisters never expect to become entangled with magic and dragons but as Lunas, they took their place beside the Alpha’s side.

Which sister would finally get the title of Luna Queen? And is there no secret between their Alpha husband and the Dragon Queen?

Read to find out how the outrageous adventure and love story rolled in.

CHAPTER One Killer Wolves.

It wasn’t an ideal fishing weather and they had strayed past their village boundaries. But would Margaret listen?

Lydia tried convincing her second oldest sister that they could get in trouble for one, leaving the house without permission. Two, for coming to a forest’s river to fish.

The river was out of bound for fishing. But of course, Margaret won’t listen, she would rather begin yelling on how she always opposes her and is disrespectful to her and only respectful to Evelyn, their older sister.

Lydia turned to Evelyn, she was just quiet, not even trying to convince Margaret to forfeit the fishing.

Fine, I’m leaving. If you two want, do as you like! Lydia stomped off expecting her sisters to follow her.

Evelyn did and soon after Margaret. Of course, not without grumbling She always opposes me.

Lydia wanted to bring up a to brighten the mood but Margaret counted it.

Stop wait she stretched her both hands to stop her sisters. Margaret wanted to protest till her ears caught some growling sounds.

Killer wolves! Margaret suddenly shouted and began running, the others followed.

The very hungry wolf pack, which were just passing by, heard Margaret’s screams and began chasing the trail.

Margaret kept on screaming, it seemed to add strength to her legs. Lydia wanted to turn to see how far back the wolves were but her body only wanted to run.

All her strength went to her legs, even her heart got tired of beating profusely. She was almost passing out.

Evelyn noticed and grabbed hold of the rope she tied to her waist.

On my count you hold me tight she tied her axe to the rope. Lydia reduced her pace, her panting sounds were wearing off.

Lydia stay with me, be strong honey. You should throw this axe to the next tree you come across. Climb up there and wait Evelyn helped get hold the rope and ran faster to Margaret.

The increasing howls of the wolves made Lydia start up running faster again. The fishing was a bad idea, she knew it.

A tree was coming to sight. She forced her hands and begin swinging the top and the axe and she threw it across the tree.

It went round a branch thrice and she began climbing up to it. Evelyn slowed down and turned to check her Lydia, she was safe on the tree.

Margaret, grab that rod she shouted.

Margaret, who was already far in front of them, stopped running and turned backwards.

I said use that rod. Use it to lift yourself to a tree Evelyn shouted again. Margaret got hold of the rod lying on the grass and she began running.

She saw a tree so used it to lift herself to the tree. She threw it down so her older sister could use it too.

The ‘Killer Wolves’ were known not to be tree climbers so trees were a huge advantage when running from them.

After loosing two preys, the wolves howled louder and began jumping faster towards the last sister. Evelyn missed the rod and ran ahead for her life.

No, you missed Margaret cried as the wolves ran behind her elder sister. She looked back at Lydia who had already passed out on the tree.

What to do! What to do! If I come down, they’ll eat me! she cried louder.

A rod came to Evelyn’s sight but it was too short to lift her up. She grabbed it still.

She saw another one, slightly longer than the first but it still wouldn’t do. She grabbed it too. She was now close to the village.

If these ‘Killer Wolves’ followed her there then they’ll surely have a meal from the village children playing tag.

Stop, you mangy beasts she stopped abruptly and turned to them. She held the both rods on her both hands.

I am Evelyn, the daughter of Scar-Face. My father had killed a lot of your kind so… she stopped. Was she actually talking to wolves?

The wolves growled angrily at her. Whenever one came close, she’d swipe her rod to it to send it back. It went on for some seconds. She knew soon they’d get tired of her game and jump on her.

Heeya! she strikes the leader with the two rods at the same time. He howled loudly and went backwards.

Evelyn heard a short growl behind her. She was sure it wasn’t the wolves. A shadow passed her and the wolves began being submissive. It was a human’s shadow.

Who’s there? she screamed at the shadow. It went past in front of her and she caught sight of it’s tail. A human with a tail? A werewolf?

Just then an arrow was shot to one wolf, then two, then three. The rest fled back.

Cousin Timothy! Evelyn yelped on seeing who saved her. He came riding a horse, that quickly ran off when it saw the wolves. Screams were heard afar off.

Margaret? Evelyn ran, chasing the wolves again.

It never ends Timothy gasped and chased after Evelyn.

Margaret had came down the tree hoping to save her older sister and her little sister, Lydia, too.

Lydia was now unconscious and was almost falling off the tree. Margaret was specially thoughtless in handling real life situations.

They’ve surrounded Margaret. I got just three more arrows" Timothy told the oldest sister while catching his breath.

On impulse, Evelyn began throwing stones at the wolves.

Go away from us Margaret screamed as she did also. Her screams were ever resounding. The wolves growled louder as confusion was setting in.

Timothy made advantage of this and shot at their leader. Alpha down! Evelyn shouted still throwing her stones. Another arrow was shot.

Then another. The last two landed on the land.

The wolves grew aggressive but then another howl was heard. Timothy stood still as chills ran through his spine, Was what that? his eyes were wide open.

The wolves began howling back. With the leader down the wolves began growling in defeat. One swung his hands at Evelyn but got a stone in his mouth as response.

They humbly went back into the forest.

Still screaming Timothy dragged Margaret to him so she could stop finally, the wolves were gone, she was just hurting their ears.

And thank you, Marg for your great and loud voice Evelyn turned to her cousin. She caught sight of the shadow but he was leaving.

And you Timothy, you couldn’t even help with your arrows so don’t scold her Evelyn picked his arrows and handed them to him, basically he had missed most of his shots.

She left to check on Lydia who was now staggering to them. Timothy gave her glare before walking away with her.

What even brought these cousins of his to such a dangerous place. Oh, he forgot they’re were danger magnets.

CHAPTER Two – The abuse.

The sisters were quiet as they walked back home. It had dawned on them that their Uncle Sylvester must have sent Timothy to find them because they had stayed out late. Another four hours scolding and lecturing again.

You know this is your fault Marg the youngest sister started.

How my fault? Margaret retorted.

If you had listened to me and left fishing in that river. All of these wouldn’t have happened the youngest explained.

Timothy’s widened then he turned to Evelyn, You and your sisters went to the prohibited river to fish! Was that how much you girls loved trouble! Wait till father hears this! he stomped faster ahead.

Now you caused this one Evelyn gasped.

Margaret made a funny face at Lydia and Lydia returned one at her back. They continued their walk in silence again.

Then came the fire.

Their Uncle was always mean to them, he hated the weakness of women, as he called it. He believed women were just for the satisfaction of men, the house cleaning and reproduction, nothing else.

And of course, he was amongst those men who never educated girls because their education is for their husband and a woman belongs to the kitchen.

Their Uncle had a word or phrase for whatever he believed in, good or bad. He was specially always using hurtful words at them in the name of correcting their misdeeds.

Well, they’ve heard it for almost sixteen years so it didn’t hurt as much. Their parents had died during a village war with Craitan.

Many families had ran to neighboring villages and their father had sent his only three daughters to his older brother’s for protection.

Their parents never survived the war so their Uncle had to take them in. They were all below three then.

And I’d say it again. Soon, I’ll get tired of your rubbish and send you off to die like your parents. Hear me? Sylvester roared. He finally sat down and waved his hands to dismiss them.

Lydia scurried away faster than the rest, she was going to cry in their room, she always did. Then she would start talking on running away and starting a new life away from the uncle’s abuse.

I am serious, sisters. We always wanted to be soldiers, right? Let’s run away to Galdrish then. Nothing remains for us here she said.

Margaret stayed calm. She agreed though. Not even marriage could stop their misdeeds.

A magnet for trouble, they three.

Evelyn had run off on her wedding day to watch a tug of war by some soldiers. When the news spread, no one bothered getting married to any of the sisters.

They didn’t mind. Marriage was pushed to them quite earlier. Their Uncle just wanted them away.

But Galdrish is so far away Evelyn moaned.

Yes, and who knows if we’ll survive the rigorous trainings. They don’t act nice to ladies. They even train them tougher Margaret added.

Lydia nodded in agreement, But we will survive. Our mother was a warrior, you know. Our father too. We can do it if we put our all to it. There’s nothing left for us anyway.

Evelyn stood up to say something when a harsh knock on the door sealed her lips. Timothy appeared behind the door when she opened it.

Yes, what is it the perfect son? she asked.

Well, you guys shouldn’t think of running away again. Remember how the last one ended he reminded.

Lydia and Margaret glanced at each other while Evelyn looked face down. How could they forget! They were barely teenagers then. Evelyn, twelve. Margaret, eleven. Lydia, ten.

Their Uncle had called them Bastards for the first time and they were determined to run away.

It didn’t work out as their Uncle’s friend had seen them escaping at night. He was more hateful to women than their Uncle.

Don’t want my old friend to gain money when you three are getting married, huh! he croaked. He then locked them up with his skunks. It was horrible, their smell.

Afterwards their Uncle lashed them, both with rod and tongue. They had slept for almost two days trying to gain back their strength.

Would have slept for more if not Sylvester said they should get on with their daily chores. Timothy was tired of doing it for them.

Oh yes, we remember. But this time we won’t get caught Margaret said proudly.

Yes, ‘for ye would know not whence the time or hour we shall escape’. We assure that Lydia chipped in. Evelyn stayed quiet.

The shadow she saw haunted her quietly. Her curiosity was rising but till her sisters stop bickering, then she can’t leave to check on it.

Timothy turned to her, You are supposed to be smarter than these two. Make the right decision. I know my father isn’t so nice, he’s hard on me too. Even calls me bastard, forgetting I’m his son, but still you girls should just endure and avoid doing rash things he left the room afterwards.

Margaret and Lydia burst into laughing.

He calls his own son bastard Evelyn lips twisted. She turned to her laughing sisters and smiled at them.

Timothy walked into his father’s workshop. He was a furniture maker. He stumbled on a broken chair and fell, the chair broke up into two.

You’re going to pay for that his father’s voice rang besides him. Sylvester was reading a letter.

What? Pay for what? he sighed. His father just smiled.

Father, I want to talk to you about something Timothy cleaned off the dust on his clothes. His father’s eyes remained glued to the letter he was reading.

They’re still your blood. Take it easy with them. Try being nicer Sylvester recites, Isn’t that what you’ll say? Always speaking up for those wild cats!. He didn’t raise his eyes from the letter.

Timothy tried peeking into the letter but his father swiftly covers it.

Let me be with those your cousins, I didn’t sign up for this, I’ve had enough. Since they don’t want to get married. I’m signing them up for the things they like doing the old man was now biting on some chewing stick.

He shows Timothy the letter whilst placing his hands on his lips indicating to keep quiet. Bewildered, Timothy screams What?.

CHAPTER Three – Leaving the house.

Outside, Lydia and Evelyn were arguing on who would clean their Uncle’s workshop as they walked towards it. On hearing the scream, they tiptoe silently and placed their ears on the door.

They can’t be nuns. Which one is a nun material? Huh. Evelyn? Lydia? Or Margaret? They’ll desecrate the holy place Timothy kept on screaming.

Sylvester makes a chill chuckle, So you know how disastrous they can be. Well, if a nunnery can’t handle them. How can I?.

Lydia speeds off to inform Evelyn and Margaret follows after.

The older sister couldn’t believe her ears. Maybe Leah’s escape plan was going to happen! And was going to happen fast.

Before Evelyn could recover from the shock of the news, Margaret had already finished packing her things and was yelling to anyone who took her hair brush to bring it back. Lydia was almost done packing.

What, girls calm down Evelyn said to them.

Margaret glared at her, Calm down? We’re going to be nuns. Like nuns. Locked in one big house and all. It would cage us. I can’t do anything but run away. We can’t do anything but run away.

Don’t start your sermons, preacher. This girlies has made up their mind Lydia shouted, shutting her elder sister from further telling her to calm down.

Evelyn stared at them in confusion. Timothy barged into their room. I have an announcement.

Their Uncle barge in too, almost immediately. Girls, we need to talk.

Lydia and Margaret gazed at him with contempt. We know your dirty plans, Uncle. Not happening! Lydia said as a matter of fact.

He let out a sly smile. It is happening. And you’re not going to do anything about it!.

That’s what you think! I don’t care whether you’re my Uncle or not. I’ll trample on anyone that tries to cage my sister’s and I. Your abuse is getting out of hand! Evelyn yelled in the top of her lungs.

Lydia and Margaret looked at her surprise. Wasn’t she the one who have been saying Calm down?

Timothy patted Evelyn’s shoulder and faced his father, Girls, quiet down. Let’s discuss this peacefully. Dad, their consent is needed before giving them to any nunnery. Also, aren’t they past the age for acceptance in a nunnery?.

Sylvester narrows his eyes. They have already been accepted. Their consent wasn’t needed. They’re mine to command he walked past the door.

Funny old man! Margaret screamed after him.

A really funny old man! Lydia repeated.

Evelyn muttered something before walking out of the room. Timothy went after her to wage her from doing anything to his father but she went past the door away from the old man.

Where are you going! he asked but she just walked ahead.

Lydia and Margaret ran after her but went back after they decided to pack her clothes and things and finally leaving the house.

Father, look what you’re doing! Timothy eyed his father. The old man just bit his chewing sticks quietly sitting on an armchair.

Margaret finally stomps off with Lydia. Be back before six Sylvester says to them. Margaret sighs. He should be expecting by…never.

The two sisters searches everywhere for Evelyn. The barn. The church. The nursery. The farm house. Even the forest.

She left without us? Margaret asked rhetorically. Where would she have gone to?

Being a nun is good the youngest said as she sat on a rock, they were still at the forest. But it’s not what I want. I want to be a warrior. Margaret nodded in agreement.

A shrill howl from the village made them beginning running back to know what has happened. They were not very deep into the forest but when they got to where the sound came from, they were already panting profusely.

But of course, they’re the worst of runners.

A crowd of villagers had circles a young boy. He was holding a Bible. Lydia told her sister that he could be from the church down hill.

The person responsible for the shrill laughter was the adamant Madam Lara. She owned the biggest stall at the market.

She hated people talking anything about children and religion as she believed in none and had none. She was now throwing a tomato at the young boy.

Hey, if you don’t want to listen, then keep your hands to yourself or stuff that tomato in your mouth! someone yelled to her in the crowd.

Everyone was quiet. No one dared yell to Madam Lara. Her husband was a rich merchant. And had scary dogs.

Lydia smiled as she dragged Margaret to where the voice had voiced from. She knew it was Evelyn.

If it isn’t the runaway bride! Madam Lara stood full length.

She called Evelyn runaway bride after news spread on how Evelyn dashed out from her wedding.

Where are your two little cats sisters? the lady asked.

Sharpening their claws to scratch you Margaret said now joining Evelyn’s side. A crowd had been formed around them.

The little boy had disappeared from the crowd. (You won’t blame him).

Oh, I’m scared. Margaret is going to scratch me Madam Lara mocked.

Well, you’re in for some soup as those claws are going to get blunt in just a matter of minutes as she said that a soldier came behind her. He held a whip.

Evelyn smirked as she reached out for the two sticks supporting Madam Lara’s table of tomatoes.

The table tumbles down, the whole tomatoes turning to paste. The crowd gasps in surprise. The Madam is shocked.

You’re sending someone with a weapon. I had to get mine Evelyn cracked her necks before glaring at the soldier.

He threw her whip at her but Lydia caught it, it bruised her but she began pulling it to herself. It would be hard to match her thick physique and strong legs.

Evelyn ran to the soldier as she strikes him with her sticks like she was drumming.

Madam Lara charged to Evelyn but Margaret charged to stop her. But the Madam tripped on her tomatoes and fell face up in the ground instead.

Margaret walk over her while slightly kicking her with her back heels. The crowd began booing at the fallen woman.

Again those sisters became everyone’s hero.

CHAPTER Four – Tracking the shadow.

The Madam’s body was numb from the fall. Her eyes shook with pain.

The soldier kept pulling the whip with Margaret while enduring the beatings at his back. The sticks weren’t painful and Evelyn was enjoying the beat she was making.

The soldier let go of the whip and same time pushes Evelyn away from him. She doesn’t expect it and falls to the ground, she begins wailing.

Sister down Lydia yelled as she snatched the whip Margaret held and flung it on the soldiers back giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Evelyn’s wails turned to laughter as the man danced to the pain the whip gave.

Some boy in the crowd shouted more and Lydia decisively lashes the soldier again. Madam Lara was trying to crawl away now.

It was like a town charade. Some children threw Madam Clara’s dirty tomatoes at the soldier for coming to embarrass his ranks.

Horses neighing as they ran towards them made Margaret stop whipping the soldier and threw the whip into the crowd.

What is going on here? one of the horseman shouted as he pulled his horse to a halt.

No one answered. Somebody answer me? the soldier shouted again. Still silence. He brought out his sword for effect but no one still said anything.

There were all soldiers, soldiers from the kingdom of Craitan which bullied the small village Evelyn and her sisters lived in.

They’re were not very religious as they worshipped many idols so they had no specific mode of conduct.

Reporting to them what happened will bring no justice, they were all unjust. The soldier saw Evelyn sitting on the ground and came closer to her.

Young woman, what happened! Why is this soldier weeping!.

Sir she started with a teary voice. "Madam Lara just began yelling at us. She had earlier insulted a little boy. She then told this soldier to flog me and my sisters.

I accidentally kicked him in the groin while trying to stop him from flogging me. He just laid on the ground crying since then" she increased her cries.

Everyone kept a gloomy face, trying to make Evelyn’s story seem true. The soldier on the horse glared at the soldier on the ground.

Pathetic he cursed as he began riding away. Lydia smiled mischievously while helping her sister up.

Nice acting. Be an actor not a soldier Lydia winked. The girls laughed as they walked away from the crowd.

They felt like heroes who just saved a poor child from a big hungry monster that was going to devour him.

Their laughter soon died down when they remembered the situation that had brought them out of their home in the first place.

Oh, I am really not going back home Lydia folded her arms grumpily. Margaret did the same.

Evelyn also didn’t feel like returning but they had no where else to be. They were just helpless orphans.

Did anyone hear or see the shadow lurking around during that Killer Wolves attack? Evelyn asked her sisters as they strolled in the forest.

The only sound I saw was the growls of the Killer Wolves. The only sight I saw was death Lydia sounded poetic.

Evelyn frowned, I am serious. It had the figure of a man. It better not be what I’m thinking.

Margaret hurried to catch up with her sisters. Her weight seemed to have doubled only from eating three unripe tomatoes of Madam Lara.

Let’s go find out then Lydia gave her evil smirk and the three adventurous sisters went deeper into the woods. Margaret picked a stick along the way, just in case.

They walked into the sounds of the forest and buzzing off wild bees.

Deeper, they came across a cave with claw marks on it’s surface.

Lydia suggests they leave immediately but Evelyn's curiosity is turned on so she declines. She could be on her way to revealing a great stranger amongst them.

Lydia followed her sisters cautiously, grabbing a stick of her own. She couldn’t die at seventeen.

They’re fresh claw marks on this cave Margaret noticed. Lydia freezes as her eyes landed on something even more alarming.

A red haired wolfman was flexing his claws on a nearby rock. His body had blood and it seemed he had just killed an animal, hopefully.

His back was against them but Evelyn was sure he was the owner of the shadow that had helped them during the Killer Wolves attack.

Lydia was now tugging on Evelyn’s shoulders that they should turn back.

Wolfmen are bloody. We should not engage Lydia quotes their Uncle’s usual line to them.

We are free now. We don’t need listen to whatever Uncle said Margaret counters immediately. Lydia frowns. Wasn’t whatever he said still valid for safety?

Evelyn picked a stone and threw it at the nearby river besides the wolfman prompting him to turn around. They all hide behind the cave, peeking slightly.

The wolfman had reddish eyes but they were not scary but shiny. And his lips were plump and pink and didn’t look rough.

His red hair also spread across his broad shoulders and his shirt was hanging on his shoulders making his chiseled chest visible.

He narrowed his eyes at the stone for seconds. Lydia narrowed her eyes at him. He seemed awfully familiar but she couldn’t place how she knew him.

Margaret began swooning, He's so gorgeous. Sarah was right. These wolfmen were irresistible she cackled quietly.

They’ll do the same thing to you like they did Sarah Evelyn shot back. Margaret stayed quiet.

Sarah was a childhood friend of theirs that was said to have fallen in love with a wolfman, she had a name for them. Werewolves. But the villagers preferred wolfmen.

Sarah had disappeared after claiming to be getting married to one of them. She was never seen again and was said to be dead.

Can we leave now? Lydia asked for the hundredth time.

Evelyn shrugged since there was no reaction from the wolfman so they could as well let him be.

He's no fun she concluded and turned to leave.

A growl stopped them three on their tracks and they retreated behind the cave.

The wolfman smiled and laid besides the stream playing with the water.

See how gentle he is with water. Imagine how much gentle he’ll be with a woman Margaret whispered.

Evelyn sighed tiredly. They better get out from there before he’d show them ungentleness.

CHAPTER Five – The Wolfman.

See how gentle he is with water. Imagine how much gentle he’ll be with a woman she whispered. Evelyn sighed tiredly.

Lydia slaps her mouth off her ears, Did you hear that growl? That’s what we should be worried about?. Margaret eyes shot wide with realization.

A small killer wolf appears from the bushes. It held a small flower in its mouth. It kept it’s head low and dropped the flower on the wolfman's laps. The wolfman in turn kissed it’s head.

What’s happening? Margaret glared at the wolf jealously.

What's happening? We have two predators now, that’s what Evelyn answered. For the wolfman to be comfortable with a Killer Wolf, he could lord one and that wasn’t safe.

The little wolf rests on the man's lap while the man places the flower on his head. Lydia recognizes that act but still stays quiet.

How'll we move without that wolf sensing us? was Evelyn’s new question.

Dustin, do you wanna play? the wolfman spoke suddenly. The girls looked surprised. His voice was deep and his accent was accurate.

Wolfmen weren’t educated and were expected to speak wolf. Whatever language that was. None had ever gone to a school in the villages. None had been reported to anyway.

The wolf made a small sound in response and rolled it’s back. The wolfman rubbed it’s belly and the wolf stuck out his tongue enjoying it.

Is that a dog or a wolf? Lydia was curious, she looked closely.

Or maybe wolfmen treat wolves as their dogs Evelyn added. It was a more sensible explanation.

The wolfman held the wolf in a small grasp and it could be said they were bonded.

Either way, Margaret was struck by both the wolfman’s beauty and gentility.

My ideal man Margaret whispered again, He's out of this world's ordinary.

Evelyn confirms but instead calls him Freak of nature. Wolfmen were not a common phenomenon so it was fair to call them freaks.

Lydia in turn corrects that they should be rather called curse of nature as she once heard how their origin started from a curse.

Margaret was surely displeased to hear her sister’s review on a man she was drooling over.

She stood up straight but ducked when the wolf spotted her. It growled in displeasure.

Lydia face slammed. The wolfman seemed to have smirked as he releases the wolf from his grasp.

Crazy bastard Evelyn screamed as she ran off. Lydia and Margaret began running. The wolf sprang up from the wolfman’s lap and began chasing after them.

Margaret kept making small screams as she ran, leading the wolf on.

Why can’t the bloody wolfman help us! Lydia screamed as she ran.

Cos he’s a bloody wolfman! Evelyn screamed back.

Margaret bent her head down in shame. If only she had controlled herself. They wouldn’t be where they were now.

Evelyn swerved back and jumps on a boulder lifting herself to a tree. Lydia runs past her. The wolf gets to her but fails to climb the tree.

It growls angrily before chasing after the rest.

Lydia does the same though her leg gets twisted as she attempts jumping on a tree.

It was so close or the wolf would have scratched off