To Hate An Alpha

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip* The heavy sounds of rain is the first thing I hear when I get up. 'The weather man lied!', is the first thought in my mind as I rise out of bed.

"Ava!..Aaavvvaaa! Help me! Help me!"

Immediately, my senses are on alert, I grab the bat I keep under my bed, ready to attack anyone that threatens my family. I admit of course this is not one of my best choices for weaponry- but hey you take what you can get.

" Help, anyone please!!"

I push all excessive thoughts from my mind and focus on my goal. Whoever is messing with my little brother better hope that he has God on his side because nothing but him will stop me from smashing his face in.

I make my descent down the long corridor over to the railing. All the lights are off, the rain must have made the power go out. No, matter I am a werewolf, technically, I have never actually shifted, but I have all the abilities, super speed, strength, smell, vision, etc., might as well put some of it to good use.

I quietly take each step, checking behind me and in front. As, I make it to the bottom of the stairs I prepare myself to make a death blow. Keeping my eyes wide, ready, and alert.

"Max..." I whisper.

"Max are you ok, where are you?" I speak a little louder.

I enter the dark room, looking around and I see a foot on the ground. I prepare my bat to make a swing, and just as I'm swinging the bat forward, a hand juts out and holds the bat in place.