My sister Wants My Mate!

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EMILY POV

"Ma'am? Reports suggest that she is currently under a lot of drugs whilst healing in hospital".

Emily, despite hearing the words, showed no signs the information had reached her ears. Her nails continued carving small words into the untouched surface, her breathing (short and fast paced) portraying her feelings over her actions. Gathering the small pieces of wood in her hand, she picked up a photo of her sister - the splinters turned into daggers as she dripped red nail varnish over the places they stabbed.

"Are you seeing this?" her voice remained a whisper as her body convulsed with glee before standing up and bellowing: "I SAID, ARE YOU SEEING THIS?"

The shout grabbed people's heads and forced them to look at the magnificent mess she had become as her plan settled bit by bit into place. 

"This ... this is what I want her to become when the final bit clicks. I will release you all from your debt if you all follow through. But if you utter one word, and I mean even a breath, I will kill them. I mean it. But then again, who wouldn't trust a maniac, you unctuous imbeciles."

Standing up, she threw her wooden chair along with the nail polish against the nearest wall, dancing in the act of violence. Her laughter echoed through the room as her carvings on the desk became apparent: 

Ha ha ha.

ISABEL POV

The hospital light glared at me - I could almost feel its oppressive presence weighing me down. White washed down walls became almost a tunnel of claustrophobia as my conscious skidded through it; blood appeared on my hand as the walls become piercing swords, stabbing me on the way down, down, down, certainly not a stairway to heaven. Was it true that Werewolves didn't go to heaven? Was I about to find out?

Before I could further impend my unending doom , the white eyes glared at me again, pulling me from the nightmare I was beginning to have.

The pain in my body, however, was beginning to create a living nightmare. 

My guttural breathing must have made the other people in the room aware of my consciousness, as they immediately surrounded me. 

"Oh god, Isabel, you're ok. You're going to be ok. You're ok." The slightly sarcastic side of me wanted to rip their heads off with my currently out of action claws - yeah sure I was ok. The fire burning half of my body was just my afternoon tea. Trying hard not to spit fire at them, I bit my tongue instead and tried to remain calm and assess the situation.

My arms, currently appeared bare,  with only one slight mark near the wrist. Peering loser, it looked like the tyres of the car had just missed my fingers meaning they were saved - what would I do without my middle finger? However, my legs and torso had not done so well. Attached to god knew how many drips, the many dressings and support for my legs depicted how badly they had taken the hit. Unable to look at the destruction to my body any longer, I turned my head, only to be faced with a mountain of muscle commonly known as Seth.

"I guess our lessons are going to have to take a break for now, huh?" I joked, watching as his face contorted in pain. It was a well known fact by werewolves that any pain their Luna felt could be shared by any of the top members to ease their suffering that they had, and the desire to protect their leader at all times.

"Please let me ease some of your burden." He begged, fists clenching every time my breath caught. 

"And weaken all of the pack? I might have been leader for only a short while, but even I know that it would be a stupid decision whilst the main man's out of action," I snorted whilst thinking of contemptible Ryder, "And I know there's not a lot of things that can be done whilst I'm stuck in this bed. But I do know that I may become leader for a long time till he returns, and in that time some things are going to change."

"Don't stress yourself out please, these things can be done when you are better."

"No, this will be done when I am here, so even in my weakest state they can see how strong I - we are."

"Your suggestions?"

"For starters, the gender rules have to shift. I am your Alpha whether I am a woman or not, I have the powers and encompass the role in all but name - this will change. For too long women in this hierarchy have been pushed to the bottom - this is not a patriarchal society. For too long there is only female Omega's - this will change. For too long women are expected to sit on the sidelines after giving birth to the male warriors - this is not allowed. There will be no weak members, there will be no-one sat to the side unless it is their choice, there will be no discrimination of any kind. Are we clear?"

Awe filled the wolves eyes in the room as they bowed, acknowledging the rules their Lu- Alpha had set out before them. 

"Now could someone please get me some ice chips?" All, including Seth scampered out of the room, pleased to obey an order they could complete immediately. 

Grinning (as much as I could with all the cuts I could feel on my face) my head dropped back onto the pillows one of the pack members had fluffed up for me. The power that had filled my body whilst I gave my first command left as fast as it had come, leaving me more drained than ever. I took a large gulp of water before beginning to close my eyes.

Sleep began to drag me to its lair, but before it could kidnap me I jolted forward as a woman approached the glass borders of the hospital room. Lowering her head, I caught a glimpse of a smirk before she turned her head so I could see behind her ear. My eye, straining from the light, focused on it a moment later, before I let out a bloodcurdling scream.

It was the mark.