Becoming A True Alpha (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 6: Eye Of The Storm

Chapter 6:

The soles of my boots slap against the cracked pavement. A drop of water from my damp hair trickles onto the ground below and I brush away a wet strand that had fallen across my cheek. I ignore the strange looks projected my way as I pass people on the street. Beneath my leather jacket, the fabric of my tank top clings to my skin- still soaked from my earlier dip in the tub.

A heavy musk of cologne wavers over me and I crinkle my nose. "Scott, you don't have to walk me home. I'm not a your damsel in distress anymore."

I don't bother to turn in the boy's direction and I don't bother running. The polar plunge of death had absorbed most of my body's energy and left my legs weighed down by the jeans damp fabric.

There is the sound of pursuing feet as a shadow appears on my right. Scott's shoulder presses up against my own and I recoil away from his comforting touch. The sight of me pulling away in disgust causes the boy to take a cautious step backwards.

"No, I guess you're not." he agrees, "But you aren't a villain either. Not like your father."

I sigh more in exhaustion than frustration. "Scott, you just subjected me to a deadly form of hypnosis. The only reason I haven't beaten you to a pulp is because I'm a little worn out. The last thing I want to do right now is talk about my daddy issues." Anger flushes my cheeks.

Scott scans my expression, "Fair enough."

I maneuver around a group of people and pick up my pace. Scott isn't discouraged by my attempt to throw him off and stays close on my heels.

"Can I ask you a question?" The boy requests, his persistence becoming irritable.

A groan escapes my lips, "I have a feeling that If I say no, you're still going to ask me."

A grim smile curls the corner of his lips and quickly disappears. Scott kicks a small chunk of gravel with the edge of his shoe. "Are you happy?" he breaths out.

I glare at him from the corner of my eye, "Of course I'm happy. I have everything I ever wanted."

I expect the boy to raise his voice and begin shouting out all the reason why I shouldn't be. But Scott simply nods, letting his gaze fall to the pavement below. "You don't look happy to me. You look angry, like one little incident could set you off."

"And how is that any different from before?"

Scott eyes peer up at me from under his dark eyelashes, "Before you had us. Now, with no one to help you control that anger- without an anchor, you're more animal than human."

"I have power and that's all anyone could ever need." I object.

Scott sighs. He must of known how the conversation was going to go. By now, I would have pictured him bleeding to death on the floor. How we are still talking is a true anomaly.

"Are you going to tell anyone about what happened back there?" he asks, breaking the thick layer of silence.

I snort, "If you're suggesting I take up my concerns of being drowned in one of the Animal Clinic's tubs with the police, then no, I'm not telling anyone."

"You know that's not what I mean."

My thoughts flicker back to the memory of my father and I shiver, still able to feel the ghost of his hands wrapped around my limp body. "Depends, how much did you hear?" I ask.

Scott takes a moment to think, "Your answers cut out after describing the hunters."

So, they had no idea why my father had been there. They hadn't heard anything about my family's history or the myth of the Nahual.