NightLock

Chapter Five

The force of my brother slammed into me forcing me down to the ground as my uncle fell in front of my cowering as my blade dropped to the ground.

"Stargirl, he isn't worth it. Calm down, sweetheart." Devan's voiced scarcely registered in my mind as I stared down at my uncle with a red haze glazing my eyes.

"He killed our parents! He killed the Alphas and he just fucking tried to kill me! Answer me, how is that not worthy of what I was about to give." I growled my eyes flashing pure gold showing both my authority as the true Alpha and my power as a White.

"He's still Father's brother, even you wouldn't kill family." He replied his voice remaining soft and calm.

The entire pack was hiding now, behind every possible crevice you could find you would find a wolf cowering as the watched the Alpha and the True Alpha fighting over the fate of a traitor. I returned my gaze to my uncle who was still cowering on the ground. I shoved my eldest brother off of me and returned to my feet snatching up my blade before he could take it away from me.

"You," I growled glaring down at my uncle with my eyes flashing between the pure gold of the White and the evil red of a wolf filled with hate,"Stand up now. It's time for your sentence."

My uncle clambered to his feet with his eyes downcast in submission. I clenched the blade in my hand tighter and felt the weight of my father's sword hanging on my hip.

"Alpha, please show me mercy!" My uncle pleaded dropping back to his knees at my feet with his head lowered.

"You don't deserve mercy, if it wasn't for the fact that my father loved you and that you are family that you don't get the death you deserve. Now, I told you to stand." I growled kicking him away from me.

He rose once again to his feet, but cowered with his back against a tree at the sound of a sword being unsheathed.

"For the crimes you have commited against the Southern Pack, you realize you deserve nothing but a slow painful death." I said as I examined the razor sharp, gleaming silver blade of my father's sword.

I pointed the sword directly at his heart and said, "You are to leave these borders and never return. If you are caught within my borders I will deliver the sentence you deserve. Run away, Uncle, run away and never return."

Banished. The brand appeared on his neck a broken symbol of the Southern Pack, my wolves stepped from their hiding places and let out a howl as my team phased and began stalking toward him with their teeth bared. My pack behind me and my team ahead of me stalking my uncle as he clambered away from the tree tripping over his feet repeatedly as the howls echoed around me. All the packs would know of what he has done, they will all know that he is a traitor.

I stood and watched as my uncle ran away from my team with my pack and my brothers beside me. My team returned soon after and the full affect of the injuries I had sustained both in the fight with my uncle and the brawl with the rogues that had ambushed us. The dizziness hit me. I'd lost too much blood, and I hit the ground.

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I came to on the couch with my head laying in Devan's lap. He'd always been this way, sweet and gentle, well, he was until you pissed him off anyway. I loved my big brothers, I really did, but like all big brothers they could get to be a little over-bearing at times.

I sat up carefully and winced in pure pain as the pain from my injuries made itself known. God, why didn't Devan just let me kill our bastard of an uncle. I stood and carefully held my arm as I eased a sling around me to keep it held in it's proper place. Walking out of the living room I walked up to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and gazed at the pictures covering my walls.

All of my awards and photos of my friends tacked to a corkboard painted with stars all over it. I smiled at the pictures of me and my friends at the swimming hole in our swimsuits and the photo of my father holding me smiling at the camera when I was four years old. I had zoned out, completely lost in the mix of photos covering my wall that I didn't hear Tyler's footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping outside my door.

"Are you feeling alright?" I heard Tyler's deep voice coming from my doorway.

I turned my head and saw him leaning against the doorframe with his jet black hair falling haphazardly into his face. I couldn't understand how, but somehow whenever I saw Tyler it seemed that my entire day went brighter.

"Um, Yeah, I think I'm alright, Tyler." I replied leaning back against the hand-carved head board that Cody had made me the year before.

"Well, you still look tired. You need some more rest." He said walking to me and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

Wow, now he was starting to sound like Cody. There was something about Tyler though. I didn't feel like I had to act strong, and don't get me wrong I am very, very strong, but with Tyler I don't feel like I have to hide how I really feel.

"You're starting to sound like my brothers, Tyler." I whispered as I obediently laid my head down on my pillows and let him pull my old blanket over me.

"Well, you are much too beautiful to get sick and tired." He said with a smile.

Holy crap, he was flirting with me! I mean yeah there are a good few guys that like me that aren't all that bad themselves, but still no one that actually had the mark of an Alpha was in my Pack. At least, not until now that is. His saphire eyes stared down at me with concern and admiration reflecting in them. Could I really be falling in love with a boy I just met? My eyes drifted close as I felt his hand gently stroke my cheek.

I woke up the next morning, but something was different today. Tyler was laying beside me in bed.