Alpha's Word

A/N SO I GOT THIS IDEA FROM 'TRUSTING THE ALPHA. SO IF IT GETS TO CLOSE TO THAT STORY YELL AT ME. WELL YOU CAN'T REALLY YELL AT ME BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I LIVE. BUT I AM NOT TRYING TO COPY. ANYWAY I THINK I AM GOING TO DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO THW WRITER OF THAT STORY IN HOIPES THAT HE/SHE/BOTH (HEY I DON'T JUDGE) WILL KNOW THAT I THINK THEY DO AN AMAZING JOB. OKAY ENJOY READING. AND VOTE OR COMMENT BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THIN (VOTE EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT) I ALSO KIND OF WANT KNOW WHAT WE ARE VOTING FOR. SO MAYBE TALL ME IN A COMMENT. BYE!

Chapter One

Lily

Running. That's all it seems we do. Clea and I all we do is run. I want to stop running, I want to settle down, I want a. . . Home. All those things are impossible for me though. I know it as well as Clea does. I know Clea isn't excited about running, but I do know that Clea is better at it then I am.

I run through the forest, weaving in between the trees. The snow covered is cold even through my sneakers, which are worn super thin. The cold December air whips at me making my eyes water. I am running in human form only because I am injured. When you are injured as much as I am, a couple broken ribs that's it, you won't shift until you are healed. Luckily we heal fast.

Clea is also in human form because she didn't want to leave me behind. Our wolf form is much faster than our human forms, even with the super speed. My sides ache and my lungs burn from all this running. My feet have been run raw over the last year and a half of running. It is terrible. Clea is now far ahead of me, and I keep falling farther and farther behind.

"Lily hurry up." Clea shouts at me. I know why we need to go faster, I am not stupid. We are in a packs territory. Clea and I find it better to stay away from packs of werewolves. We don't want a repeat of our own packs, call us paranoid, but running for a year will do that to you.

"Clea I don't think I can make it." I say. This gets Clea's attention and she circles back to me. Clea puts one hand over my tiny shoulders. She looks into my eyes concerned for me. I feel terrible, terrible for making her worry about me, and terrible because my body aches in multiple places.

"Don't talk like that. I bet we are almost out of this pack's territory anyway." Clea says on the brink of tears. I fall to my knees not able to stand any longer. Clea puts her arms under me trying to support my weight. She can't and we both fall to the snow covered ground. I can tell she is tired and weak as she struggles to pick herself up. My eyes begin to feel very heavy and my vision is becoming blurry.

I look at Clea. Her stormy gray eyes are fixed on me tears are filling them making them cloudy. Her eyes are encompassed by long black feathery lashes. Her long light brown hair has leaves and stick in it making it look more like a rat nest then slightly curly. Her hair goes down to just below her boobs. Her skin is deeply tanned from her time on the run. She is pretty tall and very underweight. She has scrapes, bruises, and scars all over her body. She has been wearing the same clothes for about a week, her clothes consist of a faded blue tee-shirt with a smiley face an oversized sweatshirt and some ripped jeans, the jeans didn't come that way.

Clea stops trying to pick herself up. It is over. I just know it is. We are in another packs territory. Trespassing. That is worse than dangerous it is like signing your own death certificate. Us werewolves get kind of territorial.

I remember in my old pack, if you can call them a pack after what they did to Clea and me, would set any trespasser on fire in front of the entire pack, even the children. I can still remember the pleading looks of the unlucky trespassers faces as they were tied in front of the entire town. I can still hear their screams of pain when the fire began to eat them alive. That is what is going to happen to me and Clea. After all this running we are going to die at the hands of another pack. We will never taste freedom, never life past eighteen. We are going to die!

Clea drops and sprawls herself across the snow covered ground. I watch as she struggles to keep her stormy gray eyes open. I am about to close my eyes when I see a shape standing close to a tree a little away from us. I try to open my mouth to scream to Clea to let her get away, but it feels as though my mouth is sewn shut.

The shape comes closer and I can smell that it is a werewolf. Great just great! I am going to die by getting set on fire. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have stopped running, I should have kept going then maybe we would be safely out of the reach of this pack.

As the werewolf comes closer I see his face filled with confusion. I try to open my mouth to warn Clea again. I manage to open my mouth, but instead of screaming to Clea I take the chance to beg. "Please. . . please don't hurt us." I barely whisper. I know that the man can hear me, werewolf hearing. The man gives me a weird look. I have no time to understand why he gave me that look, because the darkness that I have been fighting finally takes over. I black out. I only hope they don't hurt me or Clea.