Alpha's Beast

Chapter 1

"Boredom is simply the absence of an interesting perspective." -Brandon A. Trean

Sarah's POV

Sometimes boredom makes you take risks you wouldn't usually take.

When you are out in the wild, you should stay in the house. Even if you hear whimpers and little cries from outside.

I am the only one here. I have to save..

I stop my thoughts because I realize my savior complex is coming out. I smile.

I remember the explanation from my psychology book.

A savior complex describes this need to "save" people by fixing their problems.

I remember the "cure for this".

You only control yourself!

Everyone faces distress sometimes. That's part of life. Other people's problems are just that — their problems.

I tell my mantra in my head. As I start the second round I am interrupted by the whimpers.

Fuck this! It's an animal, not a human. I can save him. I lost enough time with this.

Just do.

Think later.

I open the door of the house. And I follow the cries. My vision is accustomed to the dark because I was drinking water with the lights off.

After a few meters, the whimpers are stronger. The sky is cloudy and the moon is not helping me. I can only distinguish movement.

I use my ears and my hands. When the noise is stronger I get in a squat position.

Next to what feels like a bush, there is a little ball as soft as my favorite blanket.

I get him in my arms. His whimpers stop.

He is shivering. Also, why is he wet? It didn't rain and it is not morning yet. Realizing maybe is blood I start to move faster.

A few growls disturb the silence of the night.

I stop and as I turn my head towards the sound. I can see a few pairs of eyes. Glowing eyes.

I connect the dots in my head.

My next thought has only 5 letters: Wolfs.

Do I have their pup in my hand or they come to finish him? I don't want to risk his life so I just act.

I ran towards the door.

I hear the branches and the bushes moving.

I hear their paws on the ground.

I ran faster.

Only one meter and we are safe.

I feel its breath on my back. And I smell it. Someone should brush his teeth.

I hear the crack of his temporal-mandibular joint. I feel his mouth opening.

I get the pup closer to me. I feel a strong need to protect him. And I let my costume to grow on my neck and head. It is a younger magical beast, at 100 years it has only cellular form. I made a bond with it, but we can't communicate yet. I can just make modifications of its form. It appears like a mole on my body when in it's his original form. I use it as my body costume, but I have to use clothes on top of it because it is to fit and shows all my curves. I come to this pack to do what I did in all packs. Treat my patients. They don't have a psychiatrist. They think injuries are only physical and forget the emotional ones. I have discovered that traumas are predominant in packs and also addictions in teens. They thought they are immune to all substances, but a new one appeared and it affects them too.