With a last nod and smile to Grandpa John, I turn around and make my way down the hill with renewed energy and optimism. There is hope. Logan is still alive, and I could hear his voice. That was enough to boost my spirit. I know a lot has to happen and many things can still go wrong until I can get to Logan, but I refuse to think of the negatives right now. I must concentrate on the positive or I will lose my mind.
It is with a mixture of excitement and nervousness that I reach the bottom of the hill and walk to the group that is waiting for me. Somehow it was easier for me to face them when I was just a regular alpha. Now … now I feel like I should be perfect. That I should be the perfect leader. The pressure is immense. I am terrified of failure, of failing them.
My dad must have seen
