Control

Chapter Four

One not in control of themselves will be controlled by another.

My eyes were still tightly shut as I felt the presence of my wolf leaving my mind.

The steady beating of my heart reminded me of the fact that I was still alive. So many thoughts were on my mind but I couldn't prone on them. Hastily I opened my eyes, afraid to see the man, the Rogue already on his way to attack me.

The sight that met me was not at all what I had imagined.

The Rogue lay on the ground, panting hard with his wounds still oozing blood. His eyes were closed but I could see the confusion written all over his face. It didn't seem as if he would stand up at any next moment.

I knew I could kill him now.

I should.

I moved forward slowly about to put my hands around his neck. The others were watching me closely and I felt the atmosphere had changed. There was still anticipation, bloodlust but I also felt their irritation. They couldn't comprehend what had just happened mere seconds ago.

I didn't raise my head as I put my hands around the Rogue's neck. Maybe if I had done it, I would have killed him. But my eyes were focused on the injured before me.

He didn't fight me, didn't even move, only a quiet whimper was to be heard. The sound touched something in me, made my heart hurt. He was completely helpless and it would be an easy kill, but the situation had changed for me.

I was used to being the prey, the one running away. When he had attacked me, it had been okay to hurt him as well. Yet, this was different; this was killing out of the pure feeling of power that came with it. This pack might find a thrill in killing, a satisfaction in murdering, but I couldn't do it.

His face would hunt me at night and the guilt would never vanish.

My hands fell back to my sides and I moved backwards. I stopped myself at a safe distance from the Rogue. Unsure of what would happen next, I watched the Rogue.

He wasn't healing properly, which was unusual for a wolf his size and I knew he couldn't attack me anymore. The wolves around me grew restless, some making annoyed sounds, for they would not see the spectacle they had hoped for anymore.

I could feel it before he started to talk. A wave of power that gave way to his order.

"Kill him."

His voice was cold and dripped of power.

My wolf grew nervous, wanting to follow the command. That he could partly control my wolf even though I wasn't part of his pack, showed what powerful of an Alpha he was. But I fought my wolf and her natural obedience, remaining in my place, staring at the dark soil.

"I said, Kill him."  Now his tone was more of a loud growl which caused the ground to shake slightly.

My head automatically snapped up, meeting his eyes as I heard the pure rage in his words. His eyes were glowing but he seemed to have himself under control. My eyes didn't directly meet his; I wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

His jaw was set tightly and his expression strained. Disobedience was the worst for an Alpha. They were born to be obeyed.

His cold gaze was trained on me, waiting. My heart was hammering in my chest. In a small movement I shook my head.