Torn From The Alpha

Chapter 3

I woke up with a jolt, covered head to toe in a cold sweat. The images and memories from my dream, or nightmare, flooded through my head.

I looked around in the dark, frantically trying to get an idea of what was going on. Screams attacked my ears and burned horribly in head. I could hear my pack dying, but I had no idea where they were or who was attacking.

I flicked on the light and stepped out of the closet.

"Dad? Mom?" I whispered. I didn't want to get the attention of anyone who wasn't in my pack that could be lurking around.

I didn't see anyone in the house. I ran outside and was stopped in my tracks at what I saw.

My pack was being slaughtered in broad daylight. Wolves were tearing at each other's throats. Dead body's of wolves and people littered the ground. The grass was stained red with their blood.

A large red wolf had another wolf by the throat. He dragged the smaller Wolf into a clearing, where the majority of my pack lie dead.

I recognized the smaller Wolf as my dad. He shifted back, to weak to remain a wolf.

"Dad!" I yelled. My dad looked towards me, but was too weak to do anything but shake his head towards me. He wanted me to run. But I wouldn't abandon my family.

The larger Wolf shifted back into his human state, and slipped on a pair of shorts. He looked over at me and smirked.

He turned towards my dad and pulled out a knife.

Oh God, I thought. I looked at my dad. He was going to kill him. I started to run towards him, but froze.

It all happened so fast. The stranger didn't even seem to hesitate when he plunged the blade into my father's abdomen.

I felt like a knife of my own had been thrust into my heart. The stranger looked back at me again, laughing cruely. He started to walk towards me.

"You must be the Alphas kid. What are you, thirteen?" He said.

I started to back away, noticing how the stranger was considerably larger than I was. After all, he was right. I was only thirteen.

I tripped on something behind me, and fell backwards. I pushed myself back, but the stranger was already at my feet. He grabbed my foot and yanked towards him. I grabbed a rock beside me and swung it up, aiming for his head, but he caught my arm.

"Youre gonna have to try a lot harder than that, kiddo."

He pulled out the knife, stained in my father's blood. The metal also had blue tint to it, like it had been painted.

"Ever heard of Wolfsbane, kid?" He asked. "It packs quite a punch." He trailed the knife along my chest.

I bit lip to keep it from trembling. Yes, I had heard of wolfsbane. It was deadly. The only person to ever survive being poisoned with wolfsbane was a powerful alpha, and that was around 200 years ago.

The knife trailed towards my neck, and I leaned away from the blade.

"Let's see how strong our little alpha-to-be is." Suddenly, I felt a burning pain in my stomach.

Lights out.

I shook my head, reliving the memory. Someones memory. Because it sure as hell wasn't mine. And I was certain it wasn't just a dream that mind had put together. It had felt So. Real.