The Female Sigma - Book One

Chapter 20 - The Need

CHAPTER
T W E N T Y

The Need

She shifted and stretched, twisted and turned, but it was to no avail. Summer could not fall asleep. After James left her last night, she wanted to get a good night's rest and deal with the wooden box the next day when she was fully rested. Despite how heavy her eyelids felt, her restless mind was what kept her eyes open.

Sighing, she pushed aside her covers and placed her feet on the cold, wooden floor, as she moved over to the window. The white rays of the moon reflected on her bedroom floor as she gazed about. The patrolmen walked the borderline to prevent any rogues from trespassing on their territory. The simple sight led her into deep thought about the werewolf life. Everyone in a pack has a responsibility; whether it be patrolling the territory at respective times or watering the garden, planning the next war or just following an order from the Alpha. She couldn't understand it - she didn't understand it then and she doesn't understand it now. She had many questions; who said rogues had to be killed on sight, who agreed that omegas should be the lowest rank, who made werewolves such territorial beasts, and who told males that females are only there for pleasure and to bear their pups? So many questions and no answers.

Thinking back to her first day of suspension when she had a duel with James in the back yard below her, and the fight with Tyler in the gym. Summer mentally cringed at how weak she was. In fact, she still is weak but not as weak as before. She practiced and learnt how to turn her rage into a strength. After each argument, whenever someone frustrated her, reminded her of how weak she was, or looked at her differently - she would take it out on the large black leather bag hanging in her bedroom.

Glancing at the time, it was early hours of the morning and she knew that she couldn't fall asleep again. The sun was only beginning to peek above the horizon as the morning mist dissolved in its warmth. She softly walked over to the dresser where she had stashed the wooden box and climbed back into bed with it. She knew the box was going to continously bother her until she eventually opened it. Her fingers traced the rim of the box lid as she tried to imagine Skye holding it.

'Do you think I should open this?', she asked Autumn. Despite her conversation with James, she remained unsure. It didn't feel as though it was her place considering that Tyler was Skye's mate.

'Yes. He gave it to us first for a reason,' Autumn reminded her. 'He said he'll fetch it if you realize it wasn't for us, so just open it. The longer you take to open it, the longer you make Tyler wait for it.'

Autumn's words was enough to make her open the latch on the box, but before she could go any further–she heard a knock on her door. Startled, she shoved the box under the duvets and called to the person outside the door, "Come in!"

Surprisingly, her parents entered. Her mother walked in front of her dad as they joined her on the bed.

"Summer, dear, were you asleep?", her mother asked sweetly. Summer smiled and shook her head while her father ran his hand nervously through his hair ‐ the same way he did when he was precipitated.

"What's wrong?", she asked her father hesitantly but her father bade no response so her mother responded.

"Your father is just stressed about the war Summer."

"Look if you came in here just to tell me that I should go back to Zane or go and talk to him to try and convince his father to stop the war then don't because you're just wasting your time."

Her father finally spoke up, "Summer this isn't what it's about. Your mother and I just came to inform you about the super we having tonight. It's with another pack. The aim is to get them on our side in this war."

She grew frustrated and longed to vent it with her punching bag but she knew her mother wouldn't approve of her means of letting out anger. Perhaps her mother would prefer it if she planted pretty flowers when she's angry. Deep down she knew her parents cared enough to tell her so she wouldn't have a reason to act surprised like she did the last time the Red Moon pack joined the Luna Moon pack for supper.

"Thanks for telling me this time," she said not meaning to sound sarcastic.

"We think you'll enjoy this supper. The Willow pack's Alpha has a daughter around your age. It would be splendid if you two became friends!", her mother exclaimed. Summer fought the urge to roll her eyes as she plastered a small smile on her face.

Her father seemed to see right through it and sighed. "It'll help the pack during the war."

She nodded, stretching out her arms as she pretended to be sleepy once again. Her parents took that as their cue to leave and it was only when she heard the door shut did she sit up again, focusing on the slow beating of her heart. So this is what it feels like when your parents actually need you.