Alpha Gaston

II.

Gaston was "accepted" into the pack house by Charles. It has been an entire month since him and Amalia have spoken. He is in the infirmary and is getting fluids and nutrients so he can recover from whatever is was that had him sick when he first got there. (Picture is of Gaston. He is 15 at this time - Hero Fiennes Tiffin)

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AMALIA

As I woke up from my short nap I realized how hungry I was and I also wanted to check on Gaston. He had been sick the past month and my step mother and other pack nurses have been watching over him closely. I walked downstairs to get a snack and some water. As I descend the steps many people say good morning to me and bow and courtesy, calling me princess. I hate the formalities here. I just want to be allowed to hang out with the other wolf kids. I enjoy the company of other kids my age. Although I receive more education than them and my etiquette is highly advanced. I disregard it and act as if though we are on the same level. Reaching for the fridge handle I look over to a maid approaching me quickly. She smacks my hand and tells me to have a seat at the table and wait for my food to be made.  It was so early and I was so hungry. I came only for a sandwich and water and nothing more.

"Ms. Melinda, could I just have a sandwich and water please?" I asked as sweetly as possible.

"NO! Do you know what will happen to me if I feed you a little sandwich? I can't even begin to tell you. You just sit and wait now. You'll be happy you waited." She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. I learned that means she is not being genuine about her kindness.  Not the first time. The cooking only took about 45 minutes and I am actually happier I waited for an entire meal. It was the best thing I've had in a while.

My father is so strict he doesn't even let me drink soda! He says I have to stay in tip top shape in order to eventually find my mate. He is already pretty old and I am not even in my teens yet. Not sure what the hype is about with mates, but I'm guessing it's amazing because my father has not been the same since his true mate died. The story is quite astonishing and very disturbing. During the seasonal mating season my father learned that some outcasts from his pack had returned with a vengeance and would not leave until they got their revenge.

>>FLASHBACK<<

ALPHA CHARLES

"They're coming in from all sides sir! There is nowhere to retreat!" Caleb, my beta yelled.

"Well be ready for war!" I shouted at the top of my lungs trying to drown out the sounds of swords slashing and guns firing.  I am still not sure why they decided to use guns because they themselves were wolves, using a silver bullet killed a werewolf instantly. If the bullet didn't hit the heart or brain death would come in minutes. In the main pack house I ran upstairs to the wing where the women and children were located and escorted as many to the barricaded basement as possible. I heard every single cry for help and yell of fear, it pained me knowing I could not save everyone. I went to the master bedroom located just above that one and found Grace and Amalia in bed. Grace still breastfeeding our three day old daughter. She was a beautiful sight for sore eyes and all I could do was cry. I rushed over to the bed and gave Grace a shoulder cover. She continued to cover Amalia as she suckled on her breast. I was breathing heavily now because I knew the outcasts were now in the main pack house. I rushed them downstairs as soon as possible. I stopped when Grace was not following me. Her face absent of any emotion. She began to shiver and I was very confused. She was just about to fall and drop Amalia when my beta ran up from behind and caught her.

She had been shot. A sniper must have been set up at the perfect angle to hit whoever their main target was. As soon as Grace went down I was out of time to save the entire pack. I rushed my daughter into the basement and shut the deadlock door. With the only key in my pocket I rushed into the madness just inside the front doors. I cannot recall how many people I stabbed with my silver blade, how many I decapitated and how many necks I snapped. It didn't matter. My Grace was gone. My hope, my life, my love! And who ever was in charge of this raid was going to get the torture of his life.