The Human Alpha

Martin

Laura spends the entire day with the little boy until her mum shows up later in the evening, she comes with a lot of vegetables and flowers for Laura's mum burial, she seemed to be a very nice person. Laura wonders how she is so friendly to her and willing to help.

"Hello my name is Christine, it's good you are up again" she says to her as she places everything down.

"I'm Laura, thanks for everything" she says as she humbles.

"well it's such a miracle you are alive i have to say" she goes on.

"How did i get here?" Laura was so eager to know what had happened.

"It's a long story Laura, you seem to have been through a lot, i can tell that from your skin" she says to her as Laura tries to cover them.

"Don't be afraid, look, i have them too" she shows Laura her scars and she is shocked.

"Werewolves wright? i once had such an experience" she says to Laura.

"it's lucky you are alive, thanks to that boy Martin" she adds.

"Who is Martin, is he your son" Laura asks her.

"No, not my son, he is not here, he lives by the hills far away from here hiding" Christine says to her.

"Ohhh, i would like to meet him and thank him personally" she says and Christine gives her no answer.

They go ahead and do the preparations and later that day, they did what was required. Laura could not believe it at all as she looks through the flames as her mother's body burnt down to ashes, she swore with her own life that the werewolves were going to pay for it.

Back at the mountains Martin runs as fast as he could back to the hideout, it was so windy and raining heavily and he could hardly see his path, his heart was pumping so fast and his breathe was equally fast, the thunderstorm becomes so loud and he could not go any further, he quickly enters a deserted house to take some cover as he waits for the rain to go down, he really needed to get to Amanda, her lovely wife who was waiting for him in the hideout. He wipes his face with his wet shirt but realizes his shirt was all covered in blood even though the rain had washed it out. Never in his life did he think he was going to commit murder and now he stands here shaking so hard, his head filled with a lot of voices of what had just happened back at the market, he was filled with too much guilt and did not know how he was supposed to live with it for the rest of his life.

Martin is a twenty six year old man from an old kind of werewolf clan who has always lived his entire life running away and he was never going to stop running till he knew he was safe, he has been running from the age of fourteen and now it has been twelve years since he left his home. He quickly takes of his shirt and tries to wash the blood stains so that Amanda could not have any doubt at all of what could have happened to him. He washes the shirt and puts it on again when he was sure it was all clean again, this had made it look better but it could not wash away the guilt inside his head, he could still see the blood in his hands even though he had totally washed it off, he had committed his first murder in his life without knowing it, he sits down on the floor and the young boy's voice keep on going through his head. At this point he felt so helpless and nothing made any sense at all.

The weather was now calm and he gets out of the old house and goes on with his journey back to his wife. He runs as fast as he could, splashing water from his feet and nothing could make him stop at this point, he could feel the tiny drops of rain hitting his face and this made him feel like he had just unmasked his true character, he comes to a field and now runs even faster.

Standing at the highest point of the hill was Aiden, a twenty year old lad but always perfect at whatever he does, he was best known for his shooting skills even though he was one eyed, he sees this as the perfect time to take his shot at the poor martin, martin goes on running as fast as he could and can hardly feel his breath. Aiden takes out his bow and gets ready to take his clear shot, he was a very good shooter and he could barely miss any of his shot, he focuses on martin and finally lets his arrow free. His shot was perfect and nothing made him happier than the sight of seeing his arrow hitting his target, the arrow cuts perfectly through the rain drizzling and finally hits martin.

He falls down with a thud and water splashes all over his face, he could barely feel his back and now the pain hits him so hard, he had been hit on the shoulder with a poisonous arrow, martin was a very strong guy but this time he was getting overpowered, he knew they had already caught up with him and nothing is more painful than being killed by your own kind.

Martin groans as he tries getting up, he raises his

"Don't touch me!" he says as he gets loose from their hands, martin was smiling while spitting out blood from his mouth even though his face was pretty messed up from the beating.