A L T H E A | Werewolf

Chapter 2

I push away the people that I love the most; why?
I don't want no one to know I'm vulnerable; why?
That makes me feel weak and so uncomfortable; why?
Stop askin' me questions, I just wanna feel alive
Until I die—

WHY - NF

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E V A N D E R

I sighed as my father called me into his private study room.

I knew what this was about but my mind was made up. I just didn't want what he was offering but he wouldn't get that.

"Evander, please, take a seat." He said coldly.

That man was made of stone. Ever since my mother and sister left, he's always been like this. I think he blames me for it all. He might not say it aloud but he tells me with his eyes; always judging my every move. They eyes are the window to the soul after all...

I sat down in the chair in his cold office. This office never welcomed me. I always felt like it was screaming at me to get out or get away every time I got near it. Whatever it was, the feeling was mutual; I hated it here. Hatred.

The air was silent and icy. I'd be here for an eternity if I didn't start whatever form of conversation we were meant to be having.

"What do you want father?" I asked stoically.

He stopped writing and put his pen down. I could never bond with him. He wasn't the kind and caring type. I was really alone in the pack house. No one to talk to or confide in. My wolf hadn't awoken yet so I was truly alone in this place.

"Evander. You, are 19 years of age and tomorrow, you'll be 20." He began. I knew where this was going and he knew my answer already. He just refused to listen it.

"I'm glad you remembered my birthday, father." I replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and dismissed my statement, "Tomorrow, you'll be 20, you'll be of age. You're my only child—"

I stopped him, "No I'm not. Rhea is one of—" I seethed.

I hated it when he did this. He always brushed it away. As if my whole sibling, his daughter never existed. He was always isolating himself from me and everyone else.

"We do not speak of them agóri and you know this." He snapped harshly as he fisted the desk.

(Boy)

I shook my head in disappointment. He was so pathetic, it was depressing. He's meant to be the alpha. He needed to open up about it; about what happened. He wasn't the only one who was wounded by it, but he's to perverse to think about anything else except pack duties.

There was a chilling silence before he continued, "You are my only child, therefore, you will be the alpha when I step down." He stated.

I didn't want to be the alpha. If Rhea was here, it would've been her, not me. "Father, you know this. I do not want to be alpha. You and I both know that alpha is Rhea's destined position. I want no part in disobeying the Goddess—" I suddenly felt myself being lifted out of the chair by the neck of my shirt.

He started yelling incoherent words, using his álfa tónos, despite knowing it wouldn't work on me.

(Alpha tone)

Such proximity yet he's so far from me. I was used to him yelling in my face, telling me how stubborn I was but something felt different.

I was numb to it all, it didn't affect me like it used to. Nothing he ever said to me did. I just ignored him like he ignored me and went on with my life. Not like I had anything better...

I looked into his cold dead eyes as he yelled, "You will become álfa and you will not speak of that girl in the presence of pack members. Do you understand?" He yelled as his eyes glowed red.

(Alpha)

I shrugged myself off, getting out of his grip and left the room. You'd think I hated him. You'd think that I wish he'd leave me alone, disown me even.

But he was my father and I knew that he was blinded by the sadness of the fact that the only two important women in his life had left him, all because of his own doing, his own fault; he did it to himself...

His problem was he was too prideful to  admit hurt. The pack members tried to console him only to get an iced wall from their alpha.

I wonder if anyone who lives here is truly happy. Everything is so grey and insipid. No light.

I went outside and headed for the woods it was so cloudy and cold outside, just like it was inside the pack house. I hated it here. Everything was just so dull and grey, it's depressing.

I need space to relax and cool off a bit. The stress of all this is too much for me and I had no one to confide in, to help me.

I might not come back after. Being a werewolf had its perks after all.

Might as well use them...

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