The Exiled Alpha

Chapter six

My house was completely in chaos on Sunday. Tyler got hurt when he tried to attack Frederick and I was completely out of it. I felt like a living zombie that walked through the whole house in slow motion. Thomas has locked himself into his room and doesn't want to come out even if we beg him to. He resented me and dad for not telling the rest of them about the Midnight pack.

Nobody wanted to talk to each other and that's how it stayed till Monday morning. I was making myself breakfast when Thomas finally turned up in the kitchen. Father was locked in his own room, so it was just me and my brother.

He doesn't even give me a glance and walks around the kitchen like I wouldn't even be in there. I sigh through my nose and sit down at the huge dining table alone. Thomas stays at the counter and I think I notice his muscles strain under his shirt in anger. I never wanted to get on the receiving end of Thomas's anger. It was never a good feeling, especially because we are so close.

The silence is practically eating me away, but the tension is broken a little when Samantha walks in. She stayed with Tyler the whole Sunday and I didn't really see her around. But from the big bags under her eyes and the way her eyes are completely red, I can tell she is blaming herself for everything.

"Morning." She murmurs and I greet back, while Thomas only nods. We weren't angry at her and we didn't blame her for anything that has happened, but it looks like she's blaming herself. I clear my throat, grabbing not only her attention, but my brother's as well.

"It's not your fault." I say in a quiet voice and I think she's surprised to hear me say that. Her grey eyes gloss over and she presses her lips together to stop a whimper from slipping out. "I'm so sorry." She says in a shaky voice and it makes me turn around in the chair. Thomas looks to Sam with an unreadable look on his face. "I should have warned you." She continues in a shaky voice. Thomas looks towards me and our minds link together just so we talk privately.

"Truce for now?" I ask him, seeing how his forest green eyes glance from me to Sam and back to me. "Truce." His voice rings in my head through the mind link.

"Stop blaming yourself. You didn't owe us any warning before this happened. It's all on them that Tyler got hurt and that..." Thomas stops himself from continuing the painful sentence, but me and Sam both knew what he wanted to say out loud. That it's their fault mom is dead.

"But..." I growl quietly, giving her one last warning. She glances to me and then sighs. "I feel like it's all my fault. I know those guys so well, but all I could do was stand there and watch how you and Ty jumped forward into danger." Samantha shakes her head in disappointment. Thomas lifts his hand up, gesturing for her to sit down beside him. He prepares three coffees for all of us and brings them to the table, before sitting down himself.

"Stop blaming yourself. You can't change the past now. The only thing you can do is to do better in the future." Thomas tells her, holding his mug in one hand. His knuckles turn white from his powerful grip on the mug.

"You can still help us a lot, Sam. You know this pack the most, you can still tell us everything you know about them and we can prepare better." I suggest and it seems like I lift her spirit up a bit. She takes a deep breath into herself and lets it out through her nose. "You're right." She nods, her grey eyes looking down on her coffee.

"The Alpha's name is Frederick King. The Luna is Camila King. They're the ultimate leaders when it comes to packs. Born leaders and fighters. Ruthless to those they see are weak." Her grip on the mug tightens and I notice that she's thinking of her past life with the Midnight pack. "Camila... She's powerful. She's skilled in Omoide." Samantha says and looks up to us.

Omoide is a skill some werewolves know how to use. It is to see memories from the past of other wolves. Grabbing an object that belonged to somebody in the past will make a wolf that is skilled in Omoide see the object's whole life practically. What has been done to it and to the wolf in possession of this object and how it came to their hands in the end.