Sorry I have been gone for what feels like forever. this is a short chapter but im trying to update as many stories as i can. i got five days off for Thanksgiving so hopefully i can updated a couple more.
I woke to a headache, it wasn’t a ‘grip my head it hurts so bad kind’ but a more like it just wants me to know that it was there. Checking the alarm clock beside my bed, it read twelve o’clock midnight. I felt completely well rested; standing from my bed I headed for a shower. Heading down the stairs, I wanted to get something for my head before it got any worst.
There were muffled voices coming from my father’s office. They sounded like they were arguing over something or someone. I heard little parts; something about being out of control and deadly to the pack. Then my father’s voice came forth and said that he was going to put me through enforcer trainer. There were more arguing, I walked away. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
He is doing that for you. The elders feel threaten with us, by us. We are the first of the mix blood and they are worried that we will be too powerful for them to control. A voice spoke in my head, it was a strange calming voice.
Who is speaking to me? I asked the voice.
I am your wolf; my name is Victor. The voice told me; my wolf can talk to me. Heading back to my room from the kitchen I passed by my fathers office again; there was more arguing and the idea was thrown around by what i believe were the elders; they wanted to kill me. I couldn’t take this anymore. not even bothering to knock on the door, I walked into the office.
There were six people in there including my father, my father was growling at them in a low threatening tone. They didn’t even seem to notice me.
“You are talking about killing an Alpha. That is punishable by death in our world.” My father growled out; or was it more like his wolf speaking.
“Calm down. We know the laws.” One of the elders said.
“I will kill you if you try.” My voice came out before I could stop myself, all eyes turned to me. My father looked shocked to see me standing there and the elders looked frighten.
“Son. You shouldn’t be here.” My father told me.
“I was getting something to drink when I heard that they wanted me killed. Are you threaten by me?” I asked looking right at the elders, meeting all there gazes.
“Of course not.” One quickly stated.
“Bullshit. If you weren’t threaten by me, then you wouldn’t be talking about killing me.” I growled back.
“Gabriel!” My father’s voice was stern as he addressed me. “Leave. This is a private matter.” He ordered me. I gave him a hard stare; how dare he tell me to leave when this was dealing with me.
“Not if this is a matter on I want to be presence for it. It is my life.” I growled out.
