Chapter Three
Jake was joking around with Sam. Something I was too upset to do. I didn’t know where I was headed, and I was practically kidnapped by the last person I wanted to see. It had only been three days since he practically disappeared. Dead to the world. He’d taken an amulet that had belonged to my mother.
She had given it to me before she was killed. Killed off by vampires. Burned at the stake. With them all chanting. Screaming. Throwing stones at her while she was screaming. Begging for forgiveness. Not to mention he and Jake had fought only a ay ago. Fought over something completely stupid. Something I swore I’d put out of my mind.
I looked ahead. Finally bored with the strange cloud formations on the left side of Klahuna. Sam was drinking again. Some dark liquid poured into his favored whiskey bottle. The one he’d been drinking from when he was first admitted into the pack.
Everyone in the pack drank. Some more than others. But Sam was the biggest alcoholic in the pack. You wouldn’t catch him dead without whiskey or beer. Sam was addicted. We all knew it. There was some sort of problem that was circulating through his mind that he never told us. I’d always be the one to try and get him to see a doctor. But he’d never go for it.
“What doctor wants to look inside the body of a shifter?” he’d ask, pointing the bottle towards me. “Not like they want anything more than money.”
No matter how often we’d argue, or how persuasive I’d get with him, he’d still say no.
Even though I was under the legal age, I drank, too. Sometimes I felt I was the only responsible person in the pack. Jake may have been the alpha, but he was careless. Sam was a drinker. Emma couldn’t handle power. Gharrick was always out. A runaway. Izzy was too afraid of the power going to her head. Ahiga and Ohanzee were both fighters. Too much to be considered alpha material. And Jackonas, well, he was just a big dumb animal. To be an alpha you had to be a protector, you had to care for your fellow brethren, you had to be smart enough to plan attacks, and you had to acknowledge the power without getting too cocky. And I was the only one who could be responsible enough to be alpha. I was the only one who did all of those things.
“Aww…it’s not that bad…” Jake said, then attempted to hug me. I shook him off and turned away. Facing opposite.
“Where are we going anyway?” I muttered. I wanted to picture killing them both in my mind. But knowing they were mind-readers, I thought I’d better not.
I heard someone sigh from behind me.
“Well…we’re going to a world where people like us live.”
“Like what? Fantasy Land?” I murmered under my breath. I heard someone snicker. Another sigh.
“No…” Jake whispered as he leaned closer to me. “Besides, there is no such place.” he stuck out his tongue. I saw it in my peripheral vision.
“Now turn around….” he clasped his hands around both of my shoulders and twisted the upper portion of my body. Suddenly I was face-to-face with a transparent wall.
“Welcome to your fantasy land.” Jake said. “A world where freaks like us live in peace.”
I scoffed. “Peace.” Where I was raised, peace didn’t exist. We were always fighting someone. Or something. Sometimes it was disease. Sometimes it was vampires, or goblins. Other times we were fighting each other. I was always taught peace was the most important thing in the world. But I was a Neeyhah. And peace had no definition in my dictionary.
