The Cruel Alpha

04

I had never thought of leaving the East. My pack was one of the biggest, and were known for our tracking unit. Packs all over the East and West called for our help, we helped anyone for the right price.

I remember my first mission I was assigned to. It the day I had to prove that I could be apart of the tracking unit. My father was tough on me and had told me that if I wanted to make it, I would need to throw away all the things mother had taught me.

I was fifteen when this mission occurred. My part was simple; find the target.

The smell was intense, disgusting mainly. It smelled of rotten flesh and onions. At the time I hadn't known that this was the signature smell of a rouge.

I also hadn't known what a rouge was.

Mother never taught me of rogues. She was my teacher growing up, teaching my brothers and I math and history. Then, only teaching me proper etiquette, manners, and the proper way to speak. I had learned to sew, to cook, to clean, and how to administer first aid. Of course, a future wife needed to know how to tend to her mates injuries.

In our history course, the first war was mentioned. The war of wolves against wolves. Mother had never told me that rogues were the enemy, only that a pack of wolves wanted to rule over the other. I never questioned her, not even when she let it slip that a rogue man named Elijah started it all. The word it self never stuck out to me, so I never asked.

My father had told me that day that I was needed for a mission; a simple one. No danger. He said I would only need my tracking skills and the rest the unit could handle. I was naive and kept my mouth closed, no questions asked. If I did, it would have went along the lines of, take care of? What do you mean exactly? Though, again, I was too young to care, or to ask a simple question.

I followed the scent. I followed it to a large clearing filled with grass as tall as I was. The bushes and flowers grew wildly, almost invitingly for a young pup. I let myself plunge into the field, uncaring and unbothered. The scent was close, close enough to touch, and that was my moment to prove myself an asset.

I remember how Orion had complained about the smell of the flowers, how the lavender had clogged his senses. The other wolves couldn't pinpoint the location of the rogue, but I could. It was too easy. But then that's when it happened.

It was instant.

My body flew foward. Claws grappled my skin. Blood spewed at my unit. It was too fast. Too dangerous. I heard Jasper scream from behind me, but my limp body could not respond. The rogue tore at me, biting and clawing; a never ending nightmare.

And then it happened.

My father leapt foward, he pulled me from the grasps of the rogue, "you stupid girl" he caressed my cheek.

That was the first time I had seen my father's mask fall. He held me as I bled and tried to hold pressure to my wounds. Then it was Orion who took me from his arms, and threw me over his shoulder. I could see Jasper follow behind as Orion began to run, and my unit relentlessly attacking the rogue.

I could still hear the screams of my brother as he entered the pack, yelling for anyone to help. I could feel his body tremble as the wetness fell onto my clothes. Thinking that his only sister would die.

Bellamy was the first to reach me, then mother, then the pack doctor.

That was the first time I had seen the entire pack. Everyone had left what they were doing to see the commotion, to see the idiotic little girl who wanted to be a Tracker.

I was the example.

The reason why a girl should know her place.

It was a blur after I had arrived to our pack hospital. I could only remember the crying face of Bellamy, as my other brothers held strong. I had never in my life seen someone cry as much as he had.

I smiled knowing Bell could show such emotion, it made me feel safe for some unknown reason.

After that, everything went black.

I couldn't help but think back to that day as I stare out the window of the car. My mate sat beside me, eyes still closed. I would have thought he was asleep if it weren't for the minor moment of his hands. He would press his index finger to his thumb, a quirk I noticed in this 5 hour long drive. 

The snow seemed to grow more immense as we continued further.

Bloodmoon was the biggest pack in the north; the most powerful as well. I never wondered of this pack, I heard the rumors and that was all. I never asked questions, never gave a thought to why they were so powerful. What these cruel acts were that gave him his name. Perhaps, I was still naive and young.

Most adults would care about what goes on in the world. My mother and father often watched the news and kept up to date with everything, same as my brothers and the rest of the adults in the pack.

I cleared my throat, "so...it's pretty cold in Bloodmoon, huh,"

Genius question. 5 stars really!

I was an idiot.

"Do you have eyes," he grumbled

My eyebrows scrunched in confusion, of course I had eyes. Maybe he was the idiot.

He sighed, "it is snowing all around us. So, do you have eyes?"

"Yes," I gritted out.

The car was silent once again. My terrible attempt at conversation had made me less inclined to try and talk again. I thought talking of the weather would make for a smooth transition into an actual conversation , but it seems that I am once again made to be the fool.

Men.

Men are stupid.

It had taken us three hours more to arrive, but we were finally here. Bloodmoon was the image of what I had sought for the council. The gates were tall and silver, decorated with accents. The view itself was breathtaking, snow frosted the towering trees, homes were spread all around, surrounding the long drive way. It was about eight minutes before we approached a large building; this had to be the pack house.

The building was made of wood, like a cabin but mansion sized. I stepped out, feeling the cold nip at my skin.

"Ms. Lorcan," beta Arius called.

I had not noticed they were all waiting for me. I nod in acknowledgment, taking in my surroundings as we approach the large doors. They were black with silver handles. An interesting choice.

The inside was more exquisite than I could have ever imagined. Marble, whites, gold, and silver, covers the entire room. To my right, held a long case of stairs. Flowers accented the seating area, sculptures as tall as me, decorated the space.

This pack screamed of wealth.

And I was the Luna.

The wolf within me held much pride at the thought. This would be our pack, powerful and rich. We would be happy here, I would make sure of it.

"What is this!"

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