THE ALPHA IS MINE

NA'S

gravelly, panting baritone voice, cal

oo much and lived to tell the tale. His words were usually heavy with experien

having seen the worst that life had to offer. His voice was a faded echo of the young man h

was m

is right hand placed on his chest as

y rescue, he has always been the

ewolf warrior or maybe bec

,and they look weak" I winced, my

as already by my side,he look

always available whenever I ne

he had fought so many battles tha

d my legs with his palm and asked if I f

e pressure, yet

in pain and he couldn't hide it. His e

he sat there and placed my head

t to say but didn't kn

ice was cracky and tear

g that would happen to me, I was still a naive little s

ost, was to go out and play with

re fin

uddled me. His grip was strong and I realized he found it di

ng was wrong, because I felt it. I knew all wasn't well. Dad's body language said

rd you call me. I'm sorry I was t

my head to the direction of the door,adjusti

k in, in her usua

ves were in the right places. My friend usually says I look exactly like h

blush of pink. Her eyes were bright and clear as a mountain stream and

e radiates a sen

ace and fluidity. Her smile is usually bright an

again because no one gave her an

ile on her face, that back then I thought it was just her usual look and

't be able to walk

is declaration hits like a dagger in my bon

was just as a result of my fears. Everythin

.... Dad, wha

ad this shooting sensation that stabbed th

much the pain lingered and wouldn't go a

at I knew won't be

. I'm sure it's just your bone trying to get used to carrying your body, it

ater poured on the back of a chicke

gs seriously, believing in negativit

ing in front of her and glaring straight into he

othing

ke I didn't have hope that I wo

a matter of time. I just wasn't

nds again, I won't be able to leave the house generally because I

that instant, rig

be the carefree, lively, pl

everything about me turned a

"periods of time" as my mom claimed, which b

ecome a l