The Alphas Beta

//8 - Oliver//

Stuffing my hands in my pockets I watched as almost every member in the pack was running around setting up lights, tables, and chairs in the backyard. Tonight would have been the night that both Damien and I would receive our titles that would be passed down from our fathers. I hadn't seen Damien since I came home from the mall with Cassandra and it wasn't just for the fact that I was trying to avoid him. I had things that I needed to take care of, things that I knew needed to happen tonight or else I would never have the courage to do it.

I had spent most of the week talking to my younger brother and planning out what was going to be happening during the ceremony. It wasn't like I could exactly tell Damien what was going to happen and the only people who knew of my plan was my father, Damien's father, and my younger brother. When I had told them of my plan I had them all together in the same room when I announced what I wanted to happen.

All three had asked me if it was really what I would want and I had to remind them that it was something that I wanted and I wouldn't regret letting happen what would go down tonight. My father and Damien's were a bit hesitant in letting me do it on such short notice but I had told them that it would be fine and that I would be with Link for the rest of the week. Link was surprisingly the only one who didn't agree with me. After some convincing and after I had promised him that it was something that I wanted and that maybe someday I would tell him why I had wanted this.

As the night started to roll around I had to bring the jacket I had on closer to myself. Even though the September breeze wasn't that bag I was still dresses in a pair of black skinny jeans, and a black long sleeved shirt. My black worn out looking combat boots and black leather jacket topped off my look with my black scarf. I had gotten a few looks at my new attire since I had never worn so much black in my life but I simply brushed it off as I wasn't feeling up to dressing up or putting much effort into my look.

My pain would come and go but sometimes the pain I felt was unbearable, it was as if I was drowning sometimes from just air. Music started to play as it became dark; laughter filled the air as children ran around. Looking around I smiled because I felt as if even if I was unhappy at the moment there was no need to make anyone's mood sour. Just as I was about to sit down I walked into the two people I was trying not to catch together. Placing a fake smile on my face I looked at Damien's hand that rested on Cassandra's waist. I had to control the urge to pull Cassandra away from him but I couldn't.

"Hey Oliver! I how are you feeling? I haven't seen you in a while; you've been quite busy haven't you." She smiled as she quickly pulled herself away from Damien before reaching over and pulling me into a hug.

My eyes caught Damien looking me over with a questioning gaze at my new look and as if he felt my eyes on him he looked up at me before turning away.

"Yeah I have been quite busy; I guess you could say that." I shrugged and looked away letting out an uncomfortable cough.

"So I heard you're going to be singing tonight before you and Damien have you ceremony right?" I felt like a deer in the head lights at the mention of the ceremony.

I had to remind myself that she along with almost the rest of the pact didn't know what was going to happen.

"Sure." I let out a small huff of air before quickly spinning on my heels and walking away.

I had to walk away, I felt as if I had stayed any loner they would have looked right through me and seen what I had planned. Walking over to the stage I grabbed hold of my guitar before walking up the steps and picking up the microphone.

"Hey guys." I gave a small wave as I tried to grab everyone's attention.

Slowly but surely everyone started to settle down and soon I had all eyes on me.