The Outsiders

The Outsiders: Chapter Ten

Soum Menjivar

Though I was confused, Khristopher's horrified stare told me everything.

            Softly caressing his shoulder, I watched as Khristopher stared off into space as he bit his lip. Shaken with the information, his warm scent was tainted with fear and concern. Holding him tighter to my chest, I stared at Sonia with a quizzical glimmer in my eye. Though she was young — maybe her early thirties — she still held herself with poise and wisdom I had only seen with elder folks. Flipping through the book floating in her hands, Sonia read silently. I hadn't a clue what was going on, but Khristopher's distress and Sonia's aggressive speed-reading told a story I could only gulp to.

Toasheh hovered over Sonia, furrowing her pale red eyebrows before calling for the Elder. As the Elder piously walked through the hollow opening of the shed, they stared at the vials. Walking closer to the Elder, Khristopher and I waited for her reaction.

"Oash-Jalsh," they murmured, turning to us with open arms, "The Lost Alpha."

Though the hug was warm, Khristopher's atmosphere was frigid and stone-like. With a small frown on his plump lips and his glittering eyes wide, he only stared off into space with a thoughtful glimmer in his lavender eye. As the Elder let her hold loosen, I only stared at his clearly concerned countenance. Brushing his hair away from his face, he turned to me with his eyes, glistening with such emotions I couldn't make out. Tightening my grip around his waist, I turned to the Elder for answers.

            "What's The Lost Alpha?"

            They smiled at my question, tacking their cane in their hands. As they closed their eyes, light emanated from the yellow gemstone tied to the end of the wooden cane. Flurries of fizzy light created figures, dancing about the air with a golden sheen.

"The pack was much larger than it was today. Open and free for any visitors."

The figures multiplied by the dozen, dancing in harmony. Three distinct figures were floating above them all, hugging and kissing as they watched the pack. Two more formidable figures appeared beside them, bowing to them with their small child.

"The Ohoa's were a noble family with a long line of Alphas. Strong allies and strong-willed, they were the most formidable warriors the pack had seen."

The six figures danced about the air, with their arms liked as a second child was born from the Alpha paring. I squeezed Khristopher's waist as I stared at the glittering picture with a small smile. The figures below the six danced and sang until two purple figures entered the picture, tainting the perfect gold.

"The pack introduced two members from a rouge Rouge Clan. We thought nothing of this, believing their lies and letting them in the pack."

The picture grew sour, purple filling the entire picture. Leaving the six floating in the air, purple wolves that once belonged to the pack surrounded the six golden figures, growling. The two formidable figures defended the other four, protecting the Alphas and their young. Leaving then bloody and battered, the two Ohoa wolves killed half of the rouges.

"They risked their lives to preserve what was left of the pack, laying their lives so that their son could prosper."