Dreamers

Chapter 2

Hazel swings around in circles in the chair, making the world one big swirl of colours. Taking a deep breath, she comes to a stop, the room still spinning around her. She feels like a child again in her father's office, in his huge leather chair. He use to let her sit in his chair that was twice the size of little Hazel. She'd spend hours upon hours spinning around in circles. While her father sat on a normal chair doing his work. She always thought how boring his job looked. To little Hazel it was just pages of squiggles and nonsense.

Leaning back, Hazel stares up at the white ceiling. As much as she tries, she couldn't seem to put he pieces together, and is always left with one question. Why did  her father betray her? He had everything. A pack that respected him, a family that cared and a beautiful mate with a heart made of gold. Somehow, somewhere along the way he got his priorities all wrong. Hazel can't even imagine how her mother must have felt, how she does feel. She adored him. Loved him, she probably still loves him and he doesn't deserve any of it.

Hazel can hear the lock on her door clicking and the creaking of the door opening. She doesn't care, continuing to look up at the ceiling. "Doing nothing I see," the devil speaks. Hazel spins round and looks at him blankly. "Your suppose to be doing work."

"You can't make me."

"I can Hazel, I'm your alpha."

Yeah, a pretty shitty one at that.

"I finished it all," Hazel gestures to the stack of papers neatly placed on her desk.

"Only if its done right and well."

Hazel resists the urge to roll her eyes, by intensely staring at him. This makes him sigh, he gathers the papers in his arms and leaves without another word. She stands up and restlessly starts to pace. The energy her body contains from the lack of running, in wolf form is bad. Every night, she tosses and turns, maybe getting three or four hours at most of sleep a night. It doesn't bother her, it keeps the nightmares away.

Hazel misses the people, the company. She wouldn't call Hays or Ezra company, just dark figures that stand in the shadows. She has no one to talk to, but her left and right hands. Like always, she wanders over to the barred window and stares out into what she would consider freedom. Hazel would do anything to be among her people again, even for one day. It would make her that little bit more sane.

Three gentle knocks hit her door, she doesn't move. Ezra pushes the door open with a deep sigh. "Hazel?" She doesn't turn to look at him. Silent treatment again? He has a stack of paper and files in his arms, he slowly walks over to her desk and neatly places them on it. "Alpha told me to give you this work. He wants you to sort the pack into training sessions, female groups, male groups and age. He wants each group to have at least one session a day for three hours. Everyone is listed in their age groups in the grey file and in the brown one is the list of all the instructors. Is that ok? Can you do that?"

"Its not like I have a choice Ezra," Hazel turns around with a look as cold as ice.

He nods and gestures to the files. "Everything you need is there. Do you need any more pens?" She slowly shook her head, not taking her eyes of him. They stare back at each other for a couple of seconds, before Ezra rips his eyes away from her, before turning around. He opens the door and slams it shut. Hazel flinches back, closing her eyes and relishing a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

Hazel really just wants to hit him. With everyday gone by the urge becomes that little bit stronger. Today, she's really irritated and probably would've done something irrational if he didn't leave soon, but not something she would regret.

Hazel rubs her tired eyes and goes over to sit in her chair. Flopping back down on the black chair, she lifts the first document. She sighs at the amount of words scattered across the page. Hazel tries her best to focus , but her mind is every else a part from the task at hand. She feels like a small child being forced to do their chores, so they can go out and play with their friends. The only thing Hazel is working for... is her life. But sometimes it doesn't even feel worth that. Her life is already at a dead end. She's lost everything worth value to her.

As a child, Hazel had the typical dreams of a little girl. To find her one true prince. The love of her life that would treat her as his princess. As time went on that dream started to crumble and she was just left with the tiny trances. She doesn't know why, maybe she grew out of the idea or maybe reality hit her. Hazel realised she doesn't need a prince charming, but it doesn't hurt to have one... right?

Flicking through the rest of the documents, one caught her attention. She scans it with wide eyes. 'Grey Hounds Takeover'. Noah and Catrina's pack. He plans to destroy their pack too. Hazel's heart begins to thump loudly and quickly in her chest, her eyes rapidly bounce along the page, taking in all the information. Her breath catches as she stops reading the words, 'sliver bullets'. As long as Hays possesses this deadly killer, no one stands a chance. His army is now twice the size and twice as powerful. Noah's pack isn't as big, but they are strong. Not strong enough to shield the sliver. Once that enters your veins there's really no going back, Hazel just about survived and she got instant medical care.

Once Hays gains control of every lycan to walk this land, would he go for the mortals too? They wouldn't last a blink of an eye. He'd wipe the whole species of humans of the earth, or at least the ones they don't want to obey. He's manipulative and powerful, making one deadly weapon.

But he's not completely unstoppable.

A/N
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