Can You Handle a Challenge Mr. Alpha?

Before The Big Bad Wolf Returns

Thank you @MissSkinnyJeeans for the cover. (picture on the right)

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Chp. 15- Before The Big Bad Wolf Returns

I awoke to the sound of wood breaking, which was a change from the usual yelling I heard from Juliette every morning. She thinks that if she yells long enough at the birds they will evolve into intellectual creatures that can understand our language, and stop chirping when it's noon.

I groaned as I forced myself out of bed.Last night when Jesse stormed out of the house I went straight to bed and couldn't reflect on what had happened. But I knew two things. One, Jesse was avenging his mate, and two,i was in a mess I couldn't get out.

I adjust my eyes to the dimly lit room and realized it wasn't morning. That means I was probably only asleep for an hour or two

I opened the door, making a mental note to look for Abby tomorrow morning.

Downstairs the kitchen looked like Spain had walked through it after losing the World Cup. Everything was broken or torn apart. The only thing standing was Brandon, and not even he looked alright with his blood seeping out of a cut in his arm.

He was probably going through his monthly man period stage. He wasn't dangerous, just very angry during this certain time. He turned around as if he felt me staring at him. His eyes held a murderous look. Yet again, he wasn't dangerous a year ago, but like I realized, no of us were the same anymore.

I cautiously stepped inside the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. I felt his every movement on me. I took a seat on a stool in the island and Brandon did the same. He looked at me and I opened my granola bar. He didn't even look at me, because when you look at someone it's polite. But not Brandon, he full on stared at me.

I took a large bite of the granola bar, and as i swallowed it it burned my throat all the way to my stomach. I fell of the stool as I clutched my chest.

Brandon got off the stool and kneeled in front of me. I took a deep breath to see if I could speak, but ended up coughing and wheezing. I tried again and managed to gasp, "wolfsbane."

Wolfsbane was poison to a werewolf, if given enough it could kill you. It burned our skin and organs. It was one of the few things that could kill us, along with silver. The only difference was that silver could almost kill us instantly, but with wolfbane death came slowly.Painfully.

"Raven, Raven, Raven," Brandon sang as he sat back down. "You shouldn't eat so fast. You don't want to choke on your food." He laughed as if he'd just said the funniest joke in the galaxy.

I wanted to glare at him, but instead concentrated on evening out my breathing. And not fainting.

"I really though you came back because you still loved me," he said. "I thought that despite you finding your mate, you could still have some feeling towards me."

I tried speaking but I could only wheeze.

"You did, but hate wasn't the feeling I was expecting from you. No, something more like a connection," Brandon said.

"But, I do," I took a deep breath. "Feel a connection towards you."

Brandon looked furiously at me and kneeled down in front of me. He looked at me with hatred and something that seemed like disgust on his face. I didn't see it coming or expected it, for that matter. But I felt the sting on my cheek and the burn that came with it afterwards.

"Don't lie to me Raven," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "You've done that enough."

I fought back the tears that threatened to spill out. There was nothing more that would satisfy him that weakness. That's all he ever wanted when he killed someone, or invaded a pack, he wanted to know their achilles heel. What was it that made them vulnerable.