She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 24, Little Book

Carlin's Pov

My mom knew war was coming. She even went away a few months ago to find my father. She told me his house was abandoned and all was there is a little brown leather book. I've only had the guts to read the first few pages. It seems to be from a women's perspective.

Maybe it was my mothers when they knew each, but I know it wasn't because my mother wasn't so cruel. They were mates, she loves him. I tuck the book in my pajamas heading out of my new bedroom door. The halls are quit and dark, everyone seems to be sleeping.

I walk down the hall for forever. The floor out here is hard unlike my bedroom carpet that my feet sink in to.

My thoughts seemed to have got me into a rubble. My body cascades into someone else's sending her to the ground. "Sorry Nyla," I held my hand out but she didn't take it so I retreated my hands.

"Thanks Carlin, but I don't need your help," She pulled her own self up from the ground.

"I know you don't need it but it's my pleasure to still give it," I smile purposefully. She studies my seriousness for a second before crossing her arms.

"Did you get a stone bedroom too? There are hundreds of rooms in the big ole place. The Queen just now has given me a half way suitable bedroom,"

My mouth turned into a 'o' shape. I was usually fine with sleeping on the dirt floor, but stone? I couldn't imagine her pain.

"Well actually I got the room with the red door," I said shyly trying not to come off as boasting.

Her mouth fell to the floor. Her surprise turned into anger, she seemed to be flickering from herselfto her wolf, her eyes going from black to green and brown.

"I've been here for a year! And I just went from a stone bedroom to a dusty guest bedroom!" She growled, but seeming more towards the alpha. "She really hates my father," She thought aloud.

"Who's your father?"

"Quincy Thyroid,"

"Lucky, He's the one that found me,"

"Yeah, he found me too," She looked down twiddling her feet, her voice saddening. I guess we're both refugees, that's something. A moment of silence passed by. "What happened to your parents?"

I'm nice enough to tell her but I like to keep it brief.

"My mom is dead. And I'm still looking for my father, all I have is this book," I handed her the little leather book with all my fathers secrets. She flipped to a random paging reading it aloud.

"I don't know what to talk about but I want to talk to you, I don't want you to know but I want to tell you. You give me reason to be good, a reason to live. I'm stuck in the dark and your my flashlight," My face reddened as she came to the end of the page. "Sounds like your father really loved your mom. Its dated back a few years,"

"Yeah I guess so..." I scratched the back of my head in search for another topic. "Wanna show me around?" I asked hopefully.

She nodded starting to walk and I quickly paced up behind her.

"So the house is pretty big, we even have a hospital in here, it's kinda mandatory," I nodded.

"What color is your wolf?" This time her face redenned again.

"I haven't turned yet," She murmured shyly. "Everyone in my pack turns and gets their wolf at fourteen but I'm fifteen and still haven't gotten mine yet. They say it's different for everyone but it's not, I'm just different."

I want to tell her that can only have I good outcome but it doesn't come out.

"Oh..." I said instead.

We turned down many halls and corridors passing many doors and sacred rooms until we passed the hospital.

"Well the last stop is the hospital." We peeked through the window on the door looking through.

"There's only one person in there," I looked through to see a room with a lone bed and a man, he's asleep.

"Yeah. We mustn't speak about him, the Queen would freak if you knew," I nodded. But I more interested in the sleeping man than her words.

I jingle the door knob before it popped open with a loud creek. Nyla pulled me back by the arm.

"What are you doing! I just warned you!"

"Come on Nyla don't be a pet all your life," I challenged knowing just the right strings to pull.

She crossed her arms pouting in defeat, following behind me. I walk to the only occupied bed holding a scrawny man.

"How long has he been here?" I ask Nyla keeping my distance.

She shrugs. "About ten months," I nod taking a step closer. He kinda looks like me. "Don't get closer, Carlin," I ignore her stepping closer examining his face.

He looks dead. Under his eyes are black, his hair is incredibly dry, and his skin in loosing pigment. His arm is so scrawny I just want to touch it.

"Don't touch him Carlin," She warns again but I'm too intrigued taking another step toward him.

"Boy get away from him!" A nurse rushes in just as I send a small touch to his hand.

The man immediately jarts up from his slumber like an electric shock and I try to retrieve my hand but his grip tightened on my wrist.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"Carlin Sanders," I answer quickly tugging away in fear.

My hearts racing.

I'm horrified of the zombie man once in a coma a few seconds ago, now gripping my arm making the blood drain.

His eyes widened with shock before he started shaking uncontrollably. Doctors quickly rushed in everyone pushing us aside.

"He's going into cardiac arrest quickly!"

What do you think? What do you think is there relationship?

Who is that love poem from and to. I can garuntee none of you have the right guess. If you comment the right one I'll make a character of your choice.

Choose there name, personality, and background. Let's see who can correctly guess the outcome.

Xoxo, Reese