An Alpha without a Pack

Chapter 7

My body ached from sitting in the same position on the cold mettle floor of the van that the vampires called a wagon. I do not know if they were trying to be funny or cruel with coming up with the name. It was a small mettle frame just tall enough to stand in a hunched position but long enough that I could lay down almost comfortable. Not that I would want to. The only thing letting in fresh air was a small hole that was in the celling by the double doors. Wherever we were going must have been in the north because it was steadily getting cooler. I guess I cannot complain too much, considering that the Vampires could make me walk like the rest of them.

I lay my head back on the cold wall to try to get some sleep since there was nothing else to do. Just as I was about to drift off, the wagon hit a bump hard enough to send me flying to the other side. I let out a small groan as my shoulder throbbed from the impact.

"Do not get hurt too much, little wolfie," Eric's voice said through the small window that separated me from the front. "I do not think Alpha would like it much if I delivered you covered in bumps and bruises."

Instead of answering with a rude remark or a growl like I normally would, I readjusted myself and stayed quiet. Just like all the last times though, Eric let out a joyous laugh before mumbling something to a Vampire.

It has been like this for the past several days, only traveling by night. It never occurred to me until now, but the Vampire Pack's must be in the north because it's been steadily getting cold. I lay my head back on the wall but this time not to try to get some sleep. It wouldn't come, no matter how badly I wanted it, because my mind would not turn off. Rick and his pack kept my mind busy. It amazed me that Martha was willing to give up her life and her packs life for me, an alpha without a pack.

Rick's face again pushed everything from my mind, so it was the only thing I could see. I did not understand, he had the same sorrow filled look that he had when I gave myself up. But there was also something else, what was it? He almost had this look of longing but why would he long for a lone wolf when he made it very apparent that he hated them?

My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed the wagon was coming to a stop. I sat up a little higher to look through the windshield to see that the sky was slowly getting lighter and that meant that tonight's travel was coming to an end. I let out a sigh of excitement when I realized that I was finally going to be able relieve myself.

Nothing was more annoying than having people trying to get a little peak in what or was being held in the van as it past through the Vampire Pack's town. Every time someone would knock on the side or stood in front to see if they could see me through the front window, a vampire wolf pulls them away and throw them into the dirt. My guess, and I have no doubt that I am correct, is that they treated each other like this always. I sat quietly, waiting for them to bring me straight to the Alpha's house. Dread settled in my belly as I realized that I would be coming face to face with Drake Blood, the man who led the attack and destroyed my entire pack.

The van came to a rough stop which threw me again against the opposite wall. I bit my lip against the cry when my already bruised shoulder began to throb again. There was some clanging of chains outside the double doors and I stood as much as I could. The door swung open to show Eric standing there a few feet away with his hands behind his back. Behind him stood countless numbers of vampire wolves, all staring at me with curiosity. One vampire, who would've been handsome without all the piercings, stepped up from my left and offered me a hand to help me step out. Instead of acknowledging his presence, I stepped out on shaking legs onto the pebbled road and looked around.