The Alpha Must Die

Chapter 20- The Boy Who Fixed Her

A/N: this chapter was supposed to come out way earlier than valentines day. I'm apologize, this isn't the valentines day chapter. It would be much "cuter".

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I held her limp and wrinkled body in my arms. The familiar scent of blood lingered in the air.

I wasn't thinking. There was just a surge of anger flowing in my veins. I wasn't running on oxygen or blood, pure anger was all that I could feel keeping me alive.

I left Darla's lifeless body on the uncomfortable metal bed she had to sleep on for so many nights.

I staggered onto my feet and faced the door. My breathing deepened and adrenaline raced through my body. He did this for a living. He went around and killed everyone. Especially the ones that I needed.

There was a hint of evil in my mind and I could feel it growing.

It grew until there was not a single drop of innocence in my mind. And soon my only mission was to kill. A death that was supposed to be issued long ago, but no one wanted to orphan his child. Because his child had to grow up strong, strong enough to rule stronger than Trevor ever did.

My nose trailed his leftover scent stronger than I could ever before. If I hadn't known any better I'd say I felt claws replaced my fingers by how hungry my hands felt at ripping his measly skin off and tearing it in the most painful way. I knew it was his men that killed my mother, and took my life away.

I ran into a dark stairwell only being lit up with a small torch that didn't shine any light at all. There were cages and cells. And in each cell there was a wolf, a dying wolf. Begging for another chance to live.

They begged and cried for me to help them. And for some reason there was a quickening pain growing in my body.

The louder they whimpered as I stood across them the more pain I felt. But I felt my heart slow down, at a normal speed for a wolf. And my innocence crawled back into my mind slowly. I reluctantly let the evil slip away, remembering Darla's last words.

I cant get angered. But how could I not? When an innocent old woman was murdered at my hands, and I was left with the blood on my hands for not protecting her? When I could still feel her soft wrinkled skin and her dying gray eyes?

Trevor had to die, everyone knew he did. And John had tried to kill him so many times but he's stopped, for fear of war.

I stared into the old eyes of the wolfs, howling at the moon. It barely shone through the thick bars on the small windows. I couldn't help them. There was no escape.

I walked out of the dungeon and into a better lit up hallway. Walking by them would have been easier if the curse still possessed me. But instead my "humanity" is back and I can fee, their pain and more.

I couldn't smell the Alpha Trevor's scent as strong now, but there was still a trail.

I tiptoed on my shoes and followed it up dark stairs.

"Don't open it" I heard a whisper. I was just about to reach the top of the stairs when they whispered.

I growled at the voice to show no fear, but they growled louder and more intimidatingly.

"Why shouldn't I? That animal needs to be killed." I whispered back, not caring who this wolf was.

"That is my alpha. You don't lay a finger on him." he said angrily with a growl.

"Your alpha or not, he's dying tonight." I said and raced towards the stairwell door.

"How exactly will you kill him?" Derek asked. His reeking scent poisoned my lungs but it was so comforting to have it around. "You weren't smart enough to dig the bullet out of her body." he added.