Alpha Isaiah ✔️

FORTY FOUR

Word Count: 1850

~Avia

The cool of the night does nothing to soothe my anger as I stride outside, wondering if I should run into the forest and never come back.

I hate her. I truly hate her.

Footsteps sound from behind me, and when I turn to look over my shoulder, I'm relieved to see it's Isaiah approaching, and not Malin. "Hey...hey, Avia, are you okay?"

"I'm done. I hate her," I tell him. I don't even think I can look at her again, let alone continue with the rebellion. It's not worth it anymore, if Malin is doing this. I should have backed away the moment she took my leadership position away from me, but Isaiah being involved encouraged me to stay and see this through.

He envelopes me in a hug, pressing me against him. "It's okay..."

"No, it's not okay. She killed Kenna," I tell him, as if he truly ever knew who Kenna was. How could anyone take a life like that? I should have freed her much sooner...I should have saved her when I first started having doubts.

"She shouldn't have done that, I know that, but now you're safe. There is no one who would reveal who you are now," he murmurs into my hair.

I shake my head. "She didn't need to die for that."

Isaiah doesn't let go of me, holding me against him as if he's afraid I'm going to collapse. "Of course not, but in her eyes, it had to be done."

"I don't even know if I want this. I don't even know if I want to stay in this Pack..." I admit, pulling away from him. I'm so upset, I don't care whether I'm being irrational or not. Being apart of this is only hurting me now, and recently, all I want is to flee this Pack and start fresh somewhere else, where old, tortured memories can no longer haunt me.

Isaiah steps back, looking startled. "What?"

"I mean how could I, after everything that has happened?" I say. It's not like I want to abandon my mate, and I don't expect him to give anything up, I just can't see myself staying here in the same cycle as I have been in.

"You've fought for this. You wanted to see change because you care about this Pack, about the people in it," Isaiah reminds me. I remember confiding in him about why I joined the rebellion late one night, not too long ago. He thought I was admirable, for giving my life up to do this. Now I'm not sure there is anything moral about what I'm doing.

I look down at my hands, internally debating what I should do. "Maybe, but I also did this because I want revenge, because I had to watch your father burn my entire family alive. I wanted to see all of you fall."

I've dreamt up so many scenarios of Kit dying in a far more painful way than my parents did. It makes me sick knowing he has no idea who they are, what their names are. He's taken to many lives through his actions, inadvertently or not, and has no care for the extent of pain and loss that he's caused.

"If you want to leave, if you want to get away from all of this, I understand," Isaiah says after a while.

I can see the conflict in his eyes. He's torn between wanting to escape with me, and to remain leashed to his duties, as his people would want. I don't want to make any decision for him, but I don't want to have to leave him, to live my life without him.

"I don't want anything to do with the Rebellion anymore, with Malin. But I want to see Kit die," I decide.

I haven't felt what I've felt about him for no reason. He needs to die.

Isaiah nods grimly. "And he will."

It's clear Isaiah despises his father, that he wants him dead. But I see the tinge of sadness there that he can't hide. No matter what horrors Kit has committed in his time as Alpha, and outside of that, he's still Isaiah's father. I want Kit dead more than anyone, but it still breaks my heart to see the battle Isaiah is going to, trying to make the best decision for his Pack, despite his feelings.