The Alpha's Siren Song

Chapter 2

I woke up in the middle of the night. My skin was coated in a heavy sweat and breaths were coming out of my lungs in quick gasps. The small bed beneath me gave out a groan as I sat up, reaching for the light. Soft yellow illuminated the outdated room. But even with the lamp on, I still felt like I had sticky blood on my skin, not sweat. And every time I blinked I saw the vacant eyes of my sisters staring up at me. The blood had still been warm beneath my bare feet. It had been my last chance to escape. 

I was free but the guilt haunted me as relentlessly as Nero hunted me.

"God," I hissed, throwing my blankets off my body. I had an early shift at the waterpark, but there was no way I was going back to sleep now.

There was only one way to calm down.

I swapped my pajamas for shorts and a tee shirt. It was never an outfit that I would wear in public. I didn't want the stares or the questions that came with it. The short cap sleeves exposed some of the long winding scars that crisscrossed over my back and down my arms. I stared at them through the dusty mirror on the antique vanity. They were remnants of when Nero tried to bleed me dry, thinking that my power laid in my blood. I had almost died. And he hadn't gained a pinch of power.

But our power could never cross over with his kind. Half human, half animal. 

I had been designed to lure men, to prey on the simple desires of humanity.

He had been designed to forfeit his compassion and conscience for feral instincts and ungodly strength.

I was defenseless against him. He could have killed me and he would have never gotten the powers he craved.

I shook the thought out of my head. I didn't know where Nero was. He didn't know where I was. I was over a thousand kilometers away, in a rural town that never got any visitors. He and his pack of deranged werewolves would never find me here.

I padded through the old house, move as quietly as I could, though Eddy was half deaf. When I got to the front door, I didn't bother with shoes. They would only get lost in the current. I pushed open the screen door, ignoring the hinges' protest, and darted down the porch, over the grass. The dew felt wonderful against my bare feet, but it wasn't enough.

I sprinted over the lawn. My long, lean legs carried me with ease, gaining power every time a droplet of water touched my skin. I neared the dense forest and smiled when I saw the small opening in the thicket. In the time that I had been with Eddy I had tromped down quite path. What used to be knee high brush was now dirt and exposed roots from the edge of the forest, all the way to the creek.

He never asked why I had late night adventures and I loved him for it.

"Hello," I cooed when I saw the babbling brook almost glowing in the minimal sunlight. I knew the currents and rapids as if it were a childhood friend and when I stepped into the frigid water, it felt like a warm embrace.

Well, what I perceived as a tiny creek was actually closer to a small river, spanning about ten meters across, complete with scarred banks and large river rocks beneath my feet. But the strength and speed of the water didn't frighten me as I moved in, waddling until I was submerged up to my waist. The current would have been strong enough to sweep the average adult off their feet, but I pushed on, moving until my tee shirt was fully soaked and I was only exposed to the air from the collarbone up.

I could feel the energy of the river pulsing around me, the current moving as if it had it's own heart beat. I learned that bodies of water tended to have their own personality. This river was raging and angry, but small enough that it came across as teenaged angst. But around me, the water was calm, circling me slowly before it left, drifting back into the rapids. Water always welcomed me, as if we were old friends, beyond my time on this planet. Every time I was in the water I felt like my soul had reunited with a lost lover, that I was exactly where I was meant to be. 

My eyes shut and my head tipped back. The current tangled in my straw coloured hair. Home. This was home. My mouth started singing a song I didn't recognize in a language I didn't know. My voice fluttered out of me as softly as a breeze on a summer evening. I could feel my feet leaving the rocks on the bottom of the river, rising as if I were treading water when I wasn't moving at all. It was like the stream was celebrating me, like my unknown song had sparked excitement and joy.

It felt like it was singing back to me as I rocked gently.

Daughter of Poseidon, sister of the sea and song, you have come back to your kingdom.

Then, with no warning, the liquid seemed to stiffen around me. The icy water felt like it punched the air out of my gut, telling me something was amiss.

I felt my feet hit the rock bottom again. Puzzled, my eyes opened and I saw that the sun had painted the sky pink instead that dark purple it had been. How long had I been out here? I must have lost track of time. As I straightened my head, I caught a glimpse of some movement. A large animal.

A dark brown wolf.

With gleaming green eyes. Eyes that were too serious, too intelligent to be feral and fully animal.

He wasn't the coal color that Nero was but I had learned that werewolves could have variations, the same way my sisters had dark skin or red hair. And this wolf didn't have to be Nero to be frightening. All werewolves followed one leader, the alpha. The pack mentality that riddled this animal would force it to take me back to Alpha Nero as its prisoner.

"Dear Neptune," I gasped, then did the only thing I could.

I released my power over the swirling river. The current grabbed me, dragged me under, and took me away.

~~~Distraction Section~~~

Hello everyone and welcome to the second update of my newest book. I'm so excited for you to all see how this work progresses. Hell, I'm excited to see where it goes. As I know I have a fanbase for the scheduled updates I decided that Wednesday will be update day, everything else is bonus. This week, GHQ is updates Monday, and Thursday. Hades will be updated Tuesday and Friday. And this book will have another release on Wednesday. So it's a full work week of updates! Yay!

Question of the Day: What is something you refuse to share or are really possessive of?

I have gel pens that make my journal beautiful. 140 different colours don't seem to be enough. But yeah, touch those bad boys and we are going to have an issue.