#iam-alpha

It had been a stupid mistake. A misstep and easy fall that had knocked her out cold. Honestly, she hadn’t even had time to consider whether she’d be alright or not. One moment, she was fine, and the next she was twenty feet down a steep decline and all went dark. Well, if pain let you know you were still alive, she was as alive as it got. Even through the blur that seemed to slow her brain down-- hello concussion, old friend-- she knew immediately that her left wrist was broken and something sharp had snarled the edge of her face.

Apparently, no matter what, everything just circled back on itself. Like a never ending nightmare. She should have left instead of lingered, but being alone for the first time in her life had made it difficult to make a decision about where to even go.

Me: Oh Fuck...

Beth: What?

❛ The evidence seems to go in that direction. ❜

Summer had fallen heavy over the woods, as if Winter had never happened and never would again. Staying in one place the way these people did was-- an adjustment. The politics of the community was muted, so different from the razors edge of the pack. She wasn't ungrateful, but sometimes it was boring. She didn't know how to function anymore without constant threat over her head.

The little metal pedestrian bridge sat over the sluggish creek beneath it, and she sat with her back against the steel wall on the communities end of it; book closed in annoyance and put aside ages ago. What was the point of it? It didn't go towards keeping her alive.

And no matter how they tried to tell her that it might save her life one day, she couldn't see if. She had survived this long. Knowing how to read wasn't going to save her from anything, not a guardian, not her former family.

"Hi... m-- Alpha." She caught the familial term as she got up the second her head turned and saw her on the steps of the other end of the bridge; going to take a step back and then rethinking it and staying where she was. Moving away wouldn't keep her safe if her mother was angry enough.

            It   was   more   than   she   deserved.   The   woman’s   dark   face   from   the   dirt   of   her   mask   sinking   into   her   skin   as   the   virus   of   the   walker   took   over   her   head.   Even   after   being   decapitated,   she   was   still   an   annoying   bitch   that   needed   to   be   killed.   Her   mouth   opened   and   closed   with   that   familiar   snarl   that   every   monster   gave   him.   But,   she   was   more   than   the   monsters   she   walked   among.   She   left   an   impression   on   him   that   he’d   never   forget.   The   sickening   whisper-like   way   she   spoke   when   talking   to   anyone.   Even   thinking   about   it   sent   shivers   down   his   spine. 

It   wasn’t   him   that   did   it,   though.   Even   though   he’d   want   to.   To   get   revenge   for   every   last   victim   that   she   used   against   them.   And   the   thought   of   him   doing   it   gave   him   the   adrenaline   to   do   it,   but   he   knew   that   once   he   did   it,   it   would   break   him.   Turn   him   inside   out   like   the   first   time   he   killed   someone   that   wasn’t   already   dead. 

        “we won’t mess this up.” beta insured his alpha. “everything is planned out.” moving to retrieve her mask from the tree she hang it up. “we won’t fail this.”  

     eyes alert a head, beta slowly looked around – enough to see but now enough to cause attention to them. “what do we do?” the question was low.