Alpha's untold truth

Sunday 13th March

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Chapter question :

Do you prefer a happy ending or a more realistic sad ending?

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I gradually manage to regain consciousness, feeling my hands tied to the metal chair I'm sitting on. I try to move them but no luck. That's why I notice my legs are also tied together. Fabulous just fabulous. 

I nudge my head left to right feeling the pain of my head hanging from my neck for moon goddess who knows how long. Then I get brave enough to try and open my eyes adjusting them to the light. 

"This is painful to watch just open your eyes, jeez", I hear the oh so familiar voice again. 

Managing to open my eyes fully, I look around the room. And as expected another concrete room, with 4 plane walls and me trapped in the middle of it all. Except when I look to my left, instead of a door it's metal bars. 

I was joking about the whole prison thing but I guess he was serious. 

"Really, an actual prison cell. What are you guys like the mafia", I say. 

My comment shocking him, guess that isn't most people response to waking up tied up in a cell but this isn't my first rodeo. 

But it was worth it to see the apparent shock on his face, meaning this time I get to smirk at him. 

"No we aren't the mafia we are worse, ever heard of the different pack zones", he states like I'm supposed to have any idea what that means. 

He notices that I have no clue what he's on about so carries on talking. 

"When the packs were created, each one was given a colour based on their assesses, ability to fight and the size of their land. Green is for the small packs with fewer resources and where all wolves are welcome but they aren't as wealthy and are attacked more often. Yellow, is for the packs with better resources, bigger land and increased fighting ability. Then last, we have red. They are best of the best but also the most brutal and fierce", he finishes his little speech. 

"You say they as if there is only one pack in the colour red?", I say. 

"Well it seems like someone is clever. Yes, you're right only one pack can be the best of the best and that is this pack. The Blight Pack!", he says. 

With those last three words I had forgotten how to breathe, like my brain had been rebooted and couldn't function. I've read books and learnt about this pack. They are no joke and wouldn't hesitate to kill me. 

The only factor is that I don't care. I stop pretending like that scared me half to death and go back to my normal state. See if I was a normal wolf with no trauma or abuse in my past I probably would be scared but I'm not. 

"Cool, you guys are the Blight Pack. Does this mean I can go now, have you finished your little story time?", I state back clear as day. 

It never gets old seeing that slight movement of his face indicating I've shocked him with my actions. 

"You really don't care do you?", he says leaning further back into his chair. 

He can probably smell my emotions with his super beta smell. 

"You want me to be honest", I say.

"Please go ahead, I'm waiting", wow he is so impatient. 

"Since I can remember my whole life has been full of four things, hatred, anger, punishment and torture. Which is pretty much everything your pack stands for. So no, I'm not scared of you or any of your pack for that matter. Because I'm not some weak female wolf who only cares about finding her mate and likes being protected by big bad wolves", I state with slight attitude.