The Silent Alpha (Re-publishing)

The Silent Alpha: The Beckon- Chapter 5

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The Silent Alpha

Chapter 5

Tori's POV

What the hell just happened? What was I seeing? Is that a man or a monster? Why is it naked or kind of naked? And why did he remind me so much of the man I saw in my living room this evening? Was it him? The creature had the same hair and facial structure, but I had never seen anything with glowing golden eyes, fang-like teeth, and curled fingers with even longer claws attached. This thing... it looked like an old Hollywood werewolf from Michael Jackson's Thriller music video.

My gaze shifted to Michael, lying unmoving across the street. Panic surged through me. What if this... thing... had hurt Michael badly? I felt paralyzed by fear, but I couldn't just stand here and do nothing.

I took a small step back towards the front door. If I could just ring the doorbell, maybe Richard would come out to help us. I couldn't believe what was happening—how could monsters be real? And why would it want to hurt us?

I took another step, but the creature noticed and took a huge stride in my direction. My heart raced faster than ever. Oh my goodness, I'm going to die. Tears built in my eyes. This was unreal. I had just kissed Michael, the man I've been having feelings for since the first moment I laid eyes on him three months ago, and now it was all going to be over after our first kiss. I couldn't believe this.

Fuck this. I'm going to run to the door. If the monster catches me and kills me, then so be it. I have to get someone out here to help us. When the monster took another step toward me, I leaped back, just a few steps away from the door. I turned and ran at full speed. As soon as I turned away, an intense fear settled into my body. I didn't know how close or how far the danger was from me. I knew this creature was faster and stronger. Michael, who stood over six feet tall and played defensively on our school's football team, had been flung like a paper ball. I knew I would be crushed the moment that thing touched me.

Thankfully, it didn't. At least not before I was able to ring the doorbell twice. Then I felt it—a tight, clawed, electric hand wrapped around my arm. It pulled me away from the door and towards its bloody body. Was this Michael's blood? I looked up at the monster's face and eyes, feeling an odd familiarity in its arms. Why? Why would I know this thing? But that didn't stop the reality of the situation. This thing wanted to kill me, I just knew it. I screamed as loud as I could. I didn't know if I was even doing it right, but I felt the strong pulsing vibration of the sound wave leaving my throat. For years, I practiced pushing air and sound out of my mouth, ensuring it worked by using a lit candle. If the candle blew out, my voice was too loud; if it didn't move at all, my voice was too low. If it remained and only slightly moved, then I was speaking normally.

But right now, to ensure someone heard me, I needed to not only blow out the candle but also shatter every glass and window around me. And oddly, that's what I did. I screamed so loud into the monster's face that it reared back and covered its pointed ears. Its mouth opened in agony, revealing its long fang-like teeth. When the monster fell back far enough, I stopped screaming and ran across the street to Michael.

Michael lay unconscious, blood leaking from his ears. Oh God no, was that from me? I looked around and noticed that every house on the block was missing its windows. Glass littered the ground and covered Michael's body. Oh no... I did this. I don't know how... How could I have? I couldn't keep thinking about this. I looked over at Michael quickly and carefully.

Okay, if I recall the last CPR class I took, you have to check for a pulse before administering the "Staying Alive" song. Oh my gosh, Tori, do you even remember the rhythm of that song? Okay, don't panic. Panicking isn't going to help anyone here. Especially Michael. Oh my God, Michael. I searched for his pulse, and once I found it, the tears I had been fighting back fell from my eyes. There was no holding back the joy I felt knowing he was still alive. But most of all, I realized something else, something I never acknowledged after all this time.