The Exiled Alpha

Chapter thirty-eight

The ticking of the clock was the only thing that was heard in the middle of the night. It was driving me crazy and I could almost feel the ticking against my skull, like someone would be tapping the inside of my head with every single tick. It was taunting. And sadly, I couldn't focus on anything else but the clock on the wall of my room.

It was almost early morning, if I squint enough I could see it was something past four am. I tossed and turned throughout the whole night already and watching the clock tick every few minutes didn't help much either. I turn on my side, looking to the blinds that are closed on my window.

It's Monday morning and my brain wrecks with worry. What's going to happen when we come to school? Will Rebecca just attack us then and there or will they leave us alone? Will the Midnight pack members even be in school today? Will they get at Elliot for betraying them?

So many unanswered questions run through my mind and it makes a headache press against my forehead. I turn my head to look over my shoulder at the clock, noting only two minutes have passed from the last time I looked at it. A sigh tumbles through my nose and I turn back to the wall.

This is going to eat me alive. I'll be walking like a real life zombie through the school halls.

After me and Thomas got home last night, father offered for us to stay at home for another day. We don't know how the Midnight pack will react with us being in school. But we both protested against the idea, afraid to leave our human friends alone with the Midnight pack werewolves.

I roll over on my back, forcing myself to not look at the clock. My eyes stay glued on the ceiling and I try to imagine sheep jumping over the fence. Maybe if I count them to a million I'll actually fall asleep from boredom.

A quiet groan leaves my throat, as I loll my head to the side. Who am I kidding? I'm not going to sleep tonight.

My imagination works on its own, but the sheep I previously thought of are not the thing I picture. I press my lips in a thin line, closing my eyes and trying to push the idea from my brain. No, I'm going to hate myself in the morning if I follow through with what my imagination created.

But to no avail. My thoughts couldn't stop my body from crawling from under my covers and getting out of bed.

I mentally slap myself, heading to the door. I'll either give him a heart attack or I won't hear the end of it in the morning, I conclude.

The door opens with a soft click and my whole body halts, to listen to the noises in the hallway. I can hear Ty and Sam quietly snoring in the room next to mine.

I step out in the hall, my body shivering as my bare feet land against the cold floor. I close the door behind me, instinctively wrapping my arms around my body to create at least some warmth. I mentally scold myself for wearing shorts and a t-shirt to bed.

My feet quietly patter against the floor as I creep over the hallways, heading to the left side of the house. My ears strain to listen to my family members, searching for any noise that would tell me any of them are awake and that this is a bad idea. It is a very bad idea, but I can't stop myself now.

I walk past Thomas's room, hearing soft breaths dancing in the air behind his closed door. I tick down Thomas from my worry list, before I crawl over to the door of the guest room.

I turn my head to look further down the hall to where the master bedroom is. I pray father is sleeping and doesn't sense me out in the hallway.

I grip the handle of the guest room's door and hesitate. My fingers just wrap around the cold metal and I stay standing in front of Elliot's room. What am I supposed to do? Just head in and wake him up? This was a stupid idea.