Inner - Female Alpha Story

Chapter Five

                             One year later

Weeks went past. Months. Yet I still felt unresolved. The destruction of our home and the death of my father had awoken parts of me I wasn't aware of. Vengeance was to be spoken through gritted teeth, ones soul so buried in the deepest haunted grounds that you can't dig it up, even if you try. There is within me, a knot of cruelty that has entangled its way into my soul. I feel it speak to me like its a still-beating heart clenched in my fist and there's blood running down my arm, dripping off my elbow, and I can't let go. I taught myself to use this inner battle inside of me, to grasp the darkest thoughts and use my inner turmoil to build the new layer of my colony. I had been reminded that I must not allow this power to consume me as it did many men, but as we laid the final bricks of our rebuilt colony in place, I knew that being consumed in power wasn't my issue.

I would wake from my dreams in a cold sweat. Dreams where I walked down the wooden spiral steps of my old home to see my father standing there with his arms open to me. A smile would reclaim my features, but I always awoke before I could embrace him. Always. Though these dreams became less frequent, they had certainly not ended. Reed was aware of them, having woken up from the sounds of my unconscious distress many of times, but we had a mutual silent agreement to keep it to ourselves.

"Put your money where you mouth is." One of the members of my pack, Adrian, said eyeing the table of werewolves with a challenging smirk.

It was now Lucas' turn. He turned the corner of one of the cards in his hand squinting. "All in." He stated, placing the cards he held onto the green poker table, his expression giving nothing away to anyone but me.

Continuing to study the ongoing game, I watched over the members of my pack on alert. Normally during the free time we had, I had all available fighters training, but today the weather had plummeted and we were hit with a large thunderstorm that forced us to stay indoors. They decided to use their time rather wisely and play poker whilst the treacherous rain died down.

Reed stood next to me, his postured mimicking mine, standing arms crossed back against the wall isolated in the corner of the room. It had a good overview of the dimmed room allowing me to monitor what was happening at all times.

Lucas flipped his cards over revealing a set of aces causing Adrians overconfident persona to shatter, disbelief replacing it. Lucas silently gloated to himself. The others who were sat at the table chuckled lowly at the immature course the game took.

Everyone in the room was buff and clad in black clothes, females included. We were currently inside the large den of our rebuilt Headquarters. It took months to get reclaim an area of civility. Even longer to recover from the losses, but the lives of the living held me together, gave me a purpose to fight. Even through times of famine and cold nights, we made it through. Now our home stands taller and stronger than ever before. The newly structured layers of our colony mirrored a change in all of us.

The only sound heard was the loud pattering of the rain against the large windows of the expansive room and quiet chatter among some of the members. Those who preferred their own company sat on the couches or bar stools drinking scotch to themselves.

I cocked my head when Adrians claws came out and accidentally scratched the wooden edges of the antique table when he clutched it. "Easy, that was expensive." I calmly said from where I was standing. Adrian turned to me and his extended nails immediately went back to normal as he attempted to cool off. Lucas' smirk deepened in result.

My contented expression was soon washed away as a familiar feeling overcame me. I clutched Reeds arm, earning his immediate attention. "What is it?" He asked.