One for All and All for One

chapter 9

*Two years later*

I spun, my hair fanning around me. I clutched the knife in my hand, reaching out to slash at my attacker.

“Whoa! Easy, alpha!” Tyler dodged my attack just in time.

“You should know better than to interrupt my training, Tyler,” I growled at him.

He looked to the training dummy I had been practicing knife throwing on. A dozen or so practice knives were stuck to the hilt in the straw dummy and there was straw spilling out of hundreds more wounds, but I still held my favorite silver knife. Sam had given it to me before he went off to college.  It was made of pure silver. The knife was decorated with wolves all over. Some of them were engraved and some were carved or built in. (A/N Pic on the side of the knife) Silver is a metal that works on werewolves the same as it does for humans while most other weapons didn’t harm us as much. We could still die from other wounds of course if they were bad enough, but it was a lot easier to kill a wolf with silver. And silver also poisoned our blood, so if we didn’t get treatment to a serious wound where silver was injected into our bloodstream, we would die.

Sam had gone off to college last year and I missed him like crazy. He came down a lot to visit but he lived in Virginia now to go to the college he wanted. A trip to our home in Oregon wasn’t an easy one.  Or a cheap one. Our pack was one of the most deadly in the country. We weren’t the largest by far, but we fought hard and we were vicious and strong.  Rogues showed up often, although not every day, maybe once a week. They were hoping to overpower us by taking me out.

Needless to say, they never made it back across the border. In one piece at least.

I had become a strong alpha. I was still sought after, but people usually tried more peaceful methods to have me as their mate. They knew that anyone crossing our borders without permission was suicide.

Mate or not.

The pack was thriving more than it ever had under my father’s leadership. There had been tests done after our battle. My father had had rabies. Rabies affects us just like it would a normal animal. It breaks our mind down until we’re completely senile. Just like he had been. Although we get rabies the same way as other animals do, by carrying it in saliva, my father’s bites had for some reason not infected me.

Nobody could figure out why.

His mind had started deteriorating fast. We couldn’t tell when he had been bit by an affected animal, but it was estimated that with the rate of deterioration he hadn’t been bitten long before he allowed Tyler into the pack.

Speaking of Tyler…

He was waving a hand in front of my face, trying to grab my attention. Without thinking, I threw my hand out to slap his hand away, completely forgetting about the wicked sharp blade in my hand.

He spun away before I made contact, luckily. Silver poisoning hurt like a bitch, although such a little amount wouldn’t harm him too much.

“Easy! Jeez alpha, you’re pretty jumpy today. You eat some sugar for breakfast or something?”  I shrugged, running a hand through my hair, blowing air out of my mouth.

“I don’t know, I’m just…I don’t know.” He chuckled at me.

I had learned to tolerate Tyler and he was now a useful member of the pack. He could even be considered a friend. My wolf was still slightly uneasy about him but she didn’t flip out any more like she did. I think that the fact that he was the wolf to push my father off of me when he was about to kill me had calmed her enough.

“You’re very descriptive today, aren’t you? “I sighed in reply.

I don’t know I just have this weird feeling like….I just can’t put a finger on it. I can’t tell if I’m nervous, anxious, angry, or...” I trailed off, not letting the word scared come out. Truth is, I didn’t know what I was feeling. I was a bundle of nerves and energy and I don’t know why.