BROKEN ALPHA

ILIANA’S Point Of View Blood covered my baby blue shirt. The life slowly drained from his eyes as he struggled to free himself from the iron grip around his neck. I watched with satisfaction as he took his last breath and his heart stopped beating, effectively calming the irregular rhythm of my heartbeat as I let go of his blood-drenched dead body. I scoped the Forest to see if anyone had witnessed my handiwork and luckily for me the forest was as lifeless as the corpse that lay beneath my bare feet. The cool midnight wind calmed my racing heart as no werewolf scent was anywhere near my perimeter. My soaking wet blood-covered clothes clung to my skin as I ran, forcing me to pay more attention to the night’s cold, harsh weather and slow down my pace. Just like lightning, immense pain and anguish flooded my system as the adrenaline rush of the moment subsided bringing my attention to all the injuries I had sustained. It was like daggers covered every ounce of my body bringing a great deal of pain with them but I couldn’t stop, I had to soldier on and continue running to safety…I could still smell the blood, c*****e, and burning flesh that was afflicted upon my life as I continued to run away from it whilst carrying it with me at the same time. The looming darkness tormented me more and more each second as I tried to not dwell in my own shame and misery. I ignored the darkness within and focused on reaching the DUNAMIS PACK… the fear of trespassing on unknown pack territory or being attacked by rouges ran marathons Across my mind especially in my current state. I doubt I could fight ,talk less of actually winning a fight. I could smell the rouge scent on me am sure other werewolves could too meaning I have lost yet another thing, I’ve lost my identity …am no longer Illiana the warrior and soon to be beta of the royal moon pack now am just another Rogue but luckily for me I know who I am and whose daughter I am no matter how the werewolf kingdom sees me. I watch my surroundings spin as my legs fail to bear the weight of my body and gravity harshly welcomes me to the forest undergrowth where I land shoulder first, dislocating my shoulder on impact which in turn adds to my underlying Pain. At that very moment moving was out of the question as I had decided to stay in the only place strong enough to carry me along with my misery and burdens, that place being the forest ground. The c*****e kept running through my head as agony threatened to swallow me whole. The internal turmoil continued to diminish my sanity as pain and anguish fought to take over my whole being. The plague of calamity became more real and a lot less like the nightmare I was trying to escape. My body froze with misery and wretchedness…my already unstable mental health was crumbling before my very own eyes as the realisation of my loss and grief toyed with my sanity. As if on instinct an unknown emotion stood at the centre of my sorrow, mocking me and my futile attempt to keep breathing. I felt the unknown emotion bubbling within my soul, reaching my heart and clouding it with immense furry. My anger and blood lust knew no bounds as the ideal of revenge quenched the misery in my tortured and tormented soul. The anger covered my sorrow and gave birth to new hope, giving me something to look forward to in the future. I fought to keep my heart beating as my wolf tried to heal my wounds… my grief had left me crippled as I mourned my loss but my hate and furry were stronger than my grief. A smile passed through my face as a memory of the promise I had made to Palesa and my father took centre stage in my brain. My smile was gone as soon as it had arrived as the thought of…t-them poured salt to injury. Wailing sounds filled the quiet forest air as sobs of pain, grief and anger radiated off of me as my wolf and I mourned our grief and tragedy. Twigs snapping, leaves rustling and the thumping sound of paws hitting the forest ground cut the pity party short as I became alert and alarmed. I could feel the werewolves running towards my general direction, about three of them in number. I tried to get on my feet but my legs declined me of the privilege. I attempted to stand again just as two wolves and a shirtless, tan, muscular scary-looking giant of a man surrounded me and effectively trapped me around the pine tree I was leaning on. With all my strength and will I tossed myself towards the man in a futile attempt to escape and he just brushed me off his body like I was a small meaningless tiny pup. The sharp pain that shot through my dislocated shoulder effectively shut me down as a pain-filled growl threatened to leave my lips. “What the hell are you doing in my pack territory rogue?” The man’s voice was calm and gave me hope that maybe I could reason with him. “Am really sorry for trespassing I am lost. I am on my way to the DUNAMIS PACK where I shall seek shelter, I am clearly of no threat to you or your pack please direct me to the DUNAMIS PACK and I will be out of your hair,” The man’s eyes glazed over as I talked meaning he was mind linking someone. My heart had gone from the rhythm of a soothing jazz piece to that of the second verse of a Hip Hop song as I awaited my faith. “you are in the DUNAMIS PACK little Rouge, who do you know in this pack that will grant you shelter huhhh?” The man spoke as curiosity lingered on his stern and firm face. I was personally just grateful that my head was still attached to my neck. “The Luna sir, please…I just seek to have an audience with the Luna “ My voice came out as a weak whisper. My body shook with fear as the man unexpectedly shook with anger and shifted to his fuming brown wolf form…even under the dark night’s sky I could see the hostility and malice that filled his eyes. Desperation…that was it, desperation and despair… that was and still is all that I could use to describe that moment in my life. All the wolves looked ready to attack but him…his case was different, he was different. His canines looked ready to tear through my flesh and skin me alive, his claws seemed more than prepared to painfully dismember me limb by limb and no one would or could have stopped him. I saw my wretched life flash before my eyes. I bore my neck in submission, I pleaded with them, I pleaded with him, I begged for mercy, I begged for the Luna…I begged to be thrown out, I begged for the little life that I had left but most importantly… I begged for a quick and solemn death.