Alpha Axel

Eight

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I pressed my face against the bars, daring my eyes not to blink. I didn't want him to vanish just as fast as he appeared.

"Wha- how- I just - What?" My words came out in a jumbled mess as I stared dumbfounded at my brother.

"Now Sky, you know I've always been good at hide and seek." His lips curled into a smirk again, and my stomach began to bubble with anger.

He's acting so normal about this, like he didn't play dead for the past few years.

I turned my head to Axel, his deep blue eyes trained on me. "Will you please open the cell?" With a nod of his head, one of the guards that I hadn't noticed before stepped forward. I stepped back some, allowing him room to unlock the cell.

The door swung open with a scrape of metal and I stepped in. Lane stood, his frame towering over me. I hated how everyone just seemed taller than me. Looking up to everyone was infuriating, especially when demanding respect from them.

Jackson and I's encounter flashed quickly through my mind, but I pushed it away just as fast as it came. I needed to focus on how my dead brother isn't dead.

My brother just looked at me expectantly, his smirk still on his face. I had no words for him, my throughts all jumbled up in my mind. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mixture of feelings and thoughts made me close it again.

What am I supposed to say to him? "Hi, how have you been? How's the life? Oh and by the way, how were you dead and now suddenly back?"

The anger in my stomach continued to bubble up until I reached my hand up and with a loud smack, my hand connected with his face. It instantly reddened, but Lane remained with a smirk on his face.

"I guess I deserved that." His low voice sounded so foreign to me, and I didn't know how I felt about it.

"Why are you alive?" I had finally managed to put some words together in the jumbled mess of my mind. It was better than nothing I guess.

"Let's just say that I got into the wrong crowd of people, and some things happened." He crossed his arms over his chest, making himself larger than before.

Smack!

My hand seemed to his the same spot on his cheek, the already red skin turning an even darker shade. This time Lane let out a deep growl. His eyes darkened a shade as he looked down at me threateningly.

"You've been gone for how many years, Lane, and all you can say is that "things happened?" Are you fucking serious?" Tears stung the back of my eyes and I tried to blink them away. I was not looking weak in front of him. Not in front of any of them.

"Sky, you have to understand. It's not like I could just come back. They threatened me, threatened to hurt you, all of our pack, if I went back to you." The anger in his eyes seemed to fade away as he tried to explain himself.

"How do you explain the body then Lane? I buried you. I cried over your body. I refused to leave my bed for days after I found out you were killed. I searched for answers, but I never found any. You could've at least tried to find some sort of way to tell us that you were at least alive."

I let all of the hurt, all of the anger, and all of the pain that I managed to bottle up, and I just let it flow out in my words like a river. I knew he picked up on it because his face softened. He pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me.