Forest Deep

Chapter 7

I entered his room after the screaming had died down. I looked at my father, wrapped in bloody red cloths. My heart broke in two when I laid eyes on him. He wasn't asleep but his eyes were closed in pain.

"Daddy." I whispered. I only called him daddy on special occasions because he was my Alpha, not my father at heart. He turned to me in pain and gave me a weak smile that soon disappeared. I rushed to his side and gently grabbed his hand. "What happened to you." I whispered, laying me head against the edge of his mattress. I felt ashamed that I didn't help him. I was soon to be Alpha, and here I was crying, because I messed up. I messed up again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

I just couldn't do anything right. Not with Veronica. Not with my own father. I'll probably mess up with Ethan. My heart clinched at losing Ethan. I looked up at my father. He looked to be asleep, but I wasn't sure. "Daddy." I muttered, grabbing his hand.

I'm fine. I was hit with a metal similar to silver. Don't worry about me. Just rule like I have, if I don't make it." He said through our family mind link. He sounded weak. I tried not to cry about it.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I was out on a run. I was feeling low so I took my usual route when I heard screaming. I followed the screaming till I saw Veronica, at Darian's grave. She was surrounded by rogues. I snarled and grabbed their attention. They came after me and Veronica fled, to get help. But I fought them off until I was hit by a wolf in human form with the silver substitute. They fled after that, and I was slowly dying in that moment." He finished off.

I looked at him. I was mad. Furious! At Veronica. "Sleep. You need you're energy. I'll check up on you later. Goodnight Alpha." I kissed the top of his head before leaving the room.

I needed to find Veronica. I asked around. Some said the main cottage. Others whispered Ethan's cottage. One said the forest and I knew exactly where she'd be. I walked through the forest, trying to spy Veronica's lemon head. I spotted her, laying down, near a grave filled with fresh and decaying flowers. I felt pity at first, but then that pity turned to burning anger.

"How could you." I whispered. She looked at me with her red puffy eyes. She had been crying but I didn't care. "He's in so much pain because of you. And you still have the courage to come here a day after? You are sick Veronica. You should see Bonnie, your mother. Tears are falling from her eyes and he isn't even dead. Not yet, at least. And you're out here, pitying yourself." I said. More tears flowed from her eyes and I could only bring myself to glare at her.

"I didn't mean too. I swear Evelyn. I swear on my life. Last night, I was just crying because it was the three year anniversary of his death. Then rogues spotted me. They said they were searching for something important, and they thought I had it. Evelyn please understand." She pleaded but I slowly shook my head at her with disappointment.

"You didn't even talk to him! You never knew his name! You're still upset over a petty little crush gone wrong! Grow up Veronica or leave. We do not let things like this continue in this pack. This pack is strong but you, you are weak. Crying over this boy. DEAD BOY! He wasn't your mate. Be realistic. You would've been close to death if he was. But you're living, healthy and well. Stand up." I yelled at her. She stood up and wipe the dirt of her clothes and wiped the tears of her face. I looked her in the eye.

"This has gone of long enough. I felt guilty for doing what I did three years ago, but now that my father is in pain, close to death because of something you did, I can't feel pity or guilty. You. You are finished. You are not allowed to visit this grave or go anywhere with a someone knowing where you are or are with you. If you don't listen to these two simple rules, I'm kicking you out and you can die a rogue like he did." I walked away, letting those rules soak in her. I could hear her hold back a sob. I held my head high.

I was going to be Alpha. And Alphas do not ever show weakness.