Alphas All The Way Down

Chapter Five: Asylum.

Almost 17 years later.

For as long as I could remember I had put myself into dangerous situations. Some called me suicidal yet others brave. Me? I had no clue. All I knew is that I had an overwhelming urge to help people that had no one else to come to their aide. Protecting my brother from the homophobic bullies who mentally tortured him for cross dressing and liking boys was the first step; then I couldn't help myself, constantly getting three day exclusions for fights and playing people at their own games.

Necessary evil, that's what I should've called myself, maybe even karma.

Schools did nothing to help the broken souls who came close to ending it all or ending the others because they didn't understand.
Nowadays, school fights were beneath me as the bulling problems in our school had been fixed. At first they didn't like how I was different. I couldn't be labelled into a group. I wasn't like most of the others, they were selfish and weak or didn't know how to stand up for themselves. Yet people learned I wasn't going to change and respected me for my actions and admired what I did for others.
I learned to fight for the people with no voice and through that people always asked for me when in trouble.

Yet as I through myself into life endangering situations I always managed to survive, with only a few scars to show. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not proud of everything I've done; the scars are not pretty, I don't love them or hate them- they're just a part of me and if I can help it I don't want more but if someone needs me I've got to get there.

Saying I was different was an understatement. Even my features didn't match my family but yet again I was adopted. They were better than I could've imagined any family to be. Never was a secret kept from me and that was one of the main reasons our family functioned as good as it did.

As soon as I was thirteen they told me I wasn't human like them and that I was a 'divine' creature whose essence was made from power yet they avoided telling me of my destiny until last year when my powers started to appear. The only thing that seemed to help me through it all was my track training and my two best friends. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't know how to control my shifts or my ability to imprint on people.

They were the fountain of knowledge when it came to the supernatural community due to the fact they were werewolves themselves. Their parents had gone undercover to protect me, their future leader. It scared me at times, having to be a leader for millions of people when I became of age and have killed or redeemed Magnus Price. I knew the only thing I would be able to do was redeem him, I did not have the strength to kill someone.

Yet we all had to do something that we'd never dream of doing at one point in our lives. I just knew it would kill me too if I had to kill him, even if he was the harbinger of death.

"Wynter! What did I tell you about napping when you're supposed to be getting ready for tonight with the girls?! Maybe if you stopped lazing around you'd finally find a decent boy to call your own, come on honey - up and at 'em!"

Groaning, I rolled over and promptly fell off the floor as a way to motivate myself to get ready.

"How long?" I asked, grabbing my hair and scrunching it back into place. Hair and I did not have a good relationship, it was mostly me screaming at it to let me do what I wanted to it.

"Half an hour. Now hurry up and get your arse in the shower!" Throwing her head back to laugh, she glided out of the room.

Even though my mum was small in height, she made up for it personality; every room she entered seem to fill up with her charisma and immense happiness. I had only ever seen my mum sad once and even then it was brief and it was awful. Her white/ blonde, short hair and brown eyes were the perfect contrast to my long black hair and blue eyes. If people didn't know she was my mum they would've guessed we were just friends due to her child like features.