Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Explanations?

*A81C7's POV*

We walk through the doors to the Alphas, and I am scared. I do not want to die. I do not want to try to explain.

I consider leaving, but I cannot. I do not want to.

Everyone I know is here.

Everything I have ever wanted is here. A life. A job. A home. Friends.

If only I did not have my abilities, or did not have Nathan as a mate, I would not be in this predicament.

I am well aware that almost all supernaturals already fear witches, and that wolves often do not get along well with other species with their fierce tempers, and their shifting. No other supernatural has a second person inside of them, like wolves have their wolf and human.

That separates them from other creatures, and inhibits their attempts to get along.

I know that what I can do is more than any witch can do. Maybe an ancient witch could do what I can do, but they are all dead.

At least, that is what everyone thinks.

I know that a few have survived, and they live on their own. I also know that this bracelet was given to me by one of them.

I do not quite understand what it does, but I think the twin gave me a fairly good idea.

I also know one thing that saddens me greatly, and angers me as well.

The ancients did not deserve to die. Almost all of them were good, kind, and only tried to help where they could. Witches are trustworthy, good people.

There were very few who were not, but that changed.

When the supernatural and human world turned on them, most of them stayed good, but a much larger number turned bad. They hated what had been done, and turned to evil for vengeance. They turned to evil for protection. They turned to evil for hope. Instead, the evil and hate consumed them, and now they know nothing but evil.

The other groups did this to them.

I fear that the same will be done to me, what I will be hunted and killed.

I feel more fear now than I ever have since leaving New Age. The fear is almost paralyzing, but I push it back. I stuff it into the furthest parts of my mind, knowing it will do nothing but cloud my judgement.

Compartmentalize

I tell myself. That is what I must do now. Now is not the time for emotions. It is the time for thinking, for planning; it is time for escape, if needed.

As we walk in to see the Alphas, I try to think of what I could tell them. What I could say.

The only problem is, Jett, Ryker, and Amanda would have to go along with what I say.

I see Alpha Kim and James, and almost freeze as I gain new information.

They are not who I thought they were. They are not kind, loving people to any other than wolves and, occasionally, humans such as Mor and myself.

No, they are not kind at all to other species, such as vampires and witches.

They were the main instigators of the attacks on the witches. They caused all that hate. All that death, simply because they do not want anyone to be stronger than them. They do not want anyone to rival their power.

Most in the pack are completely unaware. Others just believe that witches and vampires are evil barbarians.

I try hard to keep a look of disgust off of my face as I turn to look at the Alphas.

I hope Ryker, Jett, and Amanda will stay quiet while we speak to them.

“Hello Alpha Kim, Alpha James,” I greet them.

“Hello,” They respond, looking to me pointedly. They want to know what has happened, and who these people are.

“I am sorry for how I ran out earlier,” I begin, then pause.

“And what would be your reason for that?” Alpha James inquires.

“I got a message from Ryker here,” I say, patting Rykers back, “saying that he got himself in some trouble travelling. He needed someone to bail him out,” I make up on the spot.

“And the other two?” Alpha Kim asks.

“Amanda is my adoptive aunt, Ryker and Jett are my nephews,” I explain.

“And why on earth are you covered in blood?” Alpha Kim asks, still not believing us.

“Nothing big,” I start. I then see Mor, Archer, Zac, Mila, and Axel to the side, watching me. They seem relieved that I am alive, at least. I continue, saying, “I fell, took down Jett with me. It was not anything major, we are all alright.”

“So, how are Ryker and Jett your nephews?” Alpha James asks.

“My sister was also adopted, but she passed away,” I explain, putting a somber look for my face. It is not too hard, I just think briefly about my now dead friends from the lab. They were my family. They were everything.

Alpha Kim now has a softer look on her face, and seems accepting.

“Okay, they may stay here,” Alpha James declares.

We all walk away. I do not go towards my friends, but instead head towards out house. We do need to speak, but it would be better if we are not heard by others. Everyone follows, understanding that I must have a reason.

I try to think through my options. I could be killed here. I lied. I do not know what we should do now, we are all in just as much if not more danger than before. If I am killed, the others could be too; just for keeping my secret.

They could be killed for me. My friends. Again.

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So...

My I wrote a research paper for my english class. I used data bases, cited sources, stated a reasearch question, made an outline that was approved, took not cards for presentation, ect.

I worked on it for almost 4 weeks. Then, a few days before it's due, I'm told that the teacher doesn't like my paper; so I need to research a new topic that she thinks is more interesting.

So, basically, I gotta work my ass off all weekend, along with this past week. I have to get a good grade, because if my grades drop I won't be #1 in my class anymore.

I really hate teachers. Why can they just not, like, be fucking reasonable? Be nice? Why do they gotta pull shit like this?

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this part though it isn't my best work and I'm not a very good writer. Whatever though.

Have a good day!