It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the dangerous strangers answer. Finally, he spoke with the deep, velvety soft voice that I liked.
"I'm here to challenge the Alpha." Dead silence.
Nobody dared to utter a word. It was so quiet, you could hear each individuals breath. Finally, my brave brother, Jeremy, spoke up. "You're not even a werewolf."
Logan's stone cold eyes flashed to my brother and without thinking, I jumped up and sped in between them, facing off with Logan. I'm already hurt, but if he lays a hand on my brother then I will personally rip out his spine and put it back by shoving it down his throat. I didn't give a damn how drawn to him I was. I'm not letting him touch my brother until I'm six feet under.
Logan looked surprised but furious. "Go back to your place, Omega," he spat.
"I'm in my place. Between you and my pack. You're going to have try a lot harder than a broken arm and a few bruises to kill me first, Lycan." I said the words with just as much venom as he did. Gage was there now too. He planted himself beside me and crossed his arms. His expression gave nothing away. On my other side was Jeremy, giving off more power and more menace than Gage and I combined.
Logan seemed totally unfazed by it. He looked to Jeremy as if no other words had been spoken.
"It doesn't matter my species. There is no law or rule that says that I can't challenge him to lead this pack."
Then he turned back to Alpha Cody. "Do you accept the challenge, Cody?" Luna Mackenzie was standing beside him, clutching his arm. She said nothing but we could all see from the fear in her eyes that she didn't want her mate going anywhere near the strange lycan.
Cody seemed to be turning the idea over in his head. "What if I decline?" An evil smirk appeared on his face.
"Then I'll have to settle with killing your Omega. It shouldn't be too hard, considering that I'm halfway there." All his big talk, but I could see through it. He didn't want to kill me. If he did, I would have been dead by now, but for some reason, he chose to spare me when we were on the trail.
Gage moved himself in front of me, protecting me, but I leaned up to whisper in his ear. "What are you doing? If he wants to kill me let him do it. Its not like anyone will care around here." Logan's earlier words flashed in my mind. I hadn't cried because his words hurt me. I cried because of how true they were. Nobody cared about me anymore, so if I had to sacrifice myself, then that's what I would do to save my pack.
Something flashed in Gage's eyes when he turned his head to look at me. Instead, I stepped around him, and now I was only a yard away from where Logan stood. I lifted my chin in defiance to look him in the eyes.
"Then kill me. Leave my pack alone. They have done no wrong." Suddenly, my mother rushed forward, pulling me back. "Neither have you, so stay out of it," she snarled. I was honestly shocked and I'm sure it showed on my face. What was happening? No one gave a damn before, but suddenly I'm worth protecting? I didn't understand it.
"Fine. I'll accept the challenge," came Alpha's authorative voice. I stared at the Alpha in surprise. Logan was enjoying this and he morphed into his beast right before our eyes. "Then let's do this," he growled, his soft voice was long gone now.
Alpha changed too into his giant black wolf, his golden eyes piercing. "Not here," he told the lycan. Then he walked, leading him to what I was sure was the clearing we used for training. I had only seen one Alpha challenge before, and of course, Alpha Cody won and nothing changed. This time though, no one looked near as confident than the last time and Luna Mackenzie looked like she would rather be in the fight, but it was against the rules to interfere with an Alpha challenge.
We all stayed behind the lineage of the trees, just like last time. My broken arm was throbbing but there was no way that I could miss this. This is a life changing moment and I've never heard of a Lycan running a werewolf pack before.
Once they were in the clearing, they started circling each other. Logan was the first to make a move. He lunged and Alpha deftly evaded it, countering it by sinking his teeth into Logan's hind leg. For some reason, it made my leg ache and a wave of fury knocked into me. What the heck? I was supposed to be against Logan, yet the pull I felt towards him turned my feelings a complete 360. I still didn't want him to win though.
Logan roared and swung around, grabbing the Alpha's own leg between his meaty claws. With one swift movement, his long canines were in Alpha's throat. With a gurgling sound, the Alpha went limp and Logan dropped him on the ground as if he were nothing. Luna Mackenzie screamed in terror and rushed over to her former mates body.
We all stared in shock at the limp werewolf on the ground. Just like that, it was over. I felt tears spring in my eyes, yet at the same time, a flash of triumph and pride took over that part of me that was on Logan's side. I, in no way, wanted to feel that for Logan.
Once the shock passed, the imminent truth sunk in. Logan was now our Alpha. He shifted back to human form and raked his cold eyes over all of us. "You may call me Alpha Logan."
Mackenzie was still mourning over her lost mate. A majority of us were still staring at Cody's body. "I will allow you to give a proper burial, in respect of your former Alpha. The ceremony will be held tomorrow after the moon rises. Omega," he called and I snapped my attention to him. "Show me to my room and give me a tour of the pack house."
I wanted to get as far from him as possible, but his power was stronger than mine, forcing me into submission. I squeezed my eyes shut to clear the warm water away then reluctantly walked to the pack house, Logan following behind me. Each step hurt. My whole body hurt, and it was his fault. I had a slight limp, but I tried my best not to show him any weakness.
"Shyanne?" I stopped at his soft voice then turned to look at him. "What," I snapped. He winced and his face softened a little.
"Do- do you need help?" I didn't miss his beat of hesitation. He didn't really want to help me. Hell, he was the one who did this to me.
I stood a little straighter and turned around to keep walking. We walked up to the door of the mansion and I went inside. Logan followed me, I was not calling him Alpha Logan, and I started showing him the house and telling him what room it was in a monotone. I showed him, Cody's room, opening the double door that led into the master suite.
"This was Alph- Cody's, and Mackenzie's room, but she'll probably have to go back to her old room now. I'll help her pack up her things later though, so you can get settled," I told him.
"Actually, I was wondering if you had a room that was more… private. A room that wasn't surrounded by other people on all sides," he said.
I looked up at him. "The only way you can get a room like that is if you move into the top floor, but…" I trailed off. He cocked an eyebrow. "But what," he prompted.
"My room is the only other one up there. There's more rooms, but I'm the only other person there."
"That's fine. Take me there." I hesitated at first. I didn't really want to have a whole floor with just me and him alone. It made me a little uncomfortable. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and I reluctantly led him up the staircase. When we reached the fourth floor, I led him all the way to the other end, as far as you could get from my room.
I opened the door for him and he looked down at me. "Thanks. I'll leave you alone now. Go take care of your… injuries. Please." I only nodded once then walked down to my room. Once I got there, I went straight to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and I wanted to cry again. I looked terrible. There was dirt and grime all over my face and my arm was still dangling at an awkward angle. It was already healing with my speed healing, so I knew that I'd have to rebreak the bone to set it.
I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled my arm. I screamed out in agony when I heard the break again and felt the pain shoot up my arm. "Friction," I yelled. Like I said before, I didn't like swearing and that was my go to f word substitute. I started using it in seventh grade, when our science teacher was teaching us about friction. "Never forget the 'F' word class. Friction!"
At any other time, I would have smiled at the memory, but it was a grim day and feeling happy on this day just felt wrong. I went in my room and grabbed my phone from off my desk and dialed the number. He answered on the second ring.
"Gage? Can you come help me? Please." The line went dead, but I knew he was coming. A few moments later, Gage opened my bedroom door, his eyes worried. "What is it, Annie?
"Will you help me bandage my arm," I asked, a little embarrassed. I didn't like asking people for help, but I needed it this time. He knew how to fix a cast since he had some medical training before he dropped out of college. He nods and then leaves the room but appears again a few moments later.
He has what looks like a small duffel bag in his hand, but I know that it has medical supplies hidden inside. He pulls out the stuff he needs then starts fixing me up. We're both silent the whole time, the somber feeling of today is crashing over us and the tension in the air is incredibly thick.
Once he's done, he pulls back and looks at my face. "Your arm should be healed in a couple days. Do you need help with anything else?" I shake my head and he nods once.
We sat there, just staring at each other. I felt like I could melt into his eyes again. The chocolate brown color was so warm but intense at the same time. "Shyanne? I'm sorry," he apologized. I furrowed my brows and looked at him. He had nothing to apologize for, so why was he doing it?
I was about to question him, but he continued. "I'm sorry that I wasn't there to help you tonight. Or any other time. I'm sorry that I've treated you like crap these past few years and ignoring you like you were nothing. I just wanted you to know that what you said earlier wasn't true. If you were gone then I would care. I'm sorry it took so long for me to realize that."
My heartbeat sped up. Was he trying to say that he liked me? He cared for me? Or would he have just felt bad if I died? I know that I still liked him, and maybe if he liked me too then it would take my mind off of Logan because I badly needed that kind of distraction right now. I didn't want those kind of feelings towards Logan at all.
I stopped breathing when Gage leaned closer. He slowly placed his warm lips on mine and my eyes fluttered closed. My mouth moved in tandem with his, molding and shaping each other and the feeling inside of me was warm and fuzzy. Cringy, I know, but that's exactly what it felt like. Like there wasn't enough of him and I needed more. He brought his hand up to cradle my head and pull me impossibly closer.
He finally broke away and I was left breathless and staring at his swollen lips. None of this made sense. This wasn't supposed to make sense though, I guess. "Gage," I said softly, looking up into his chocolate eyes.
"I just… I really like you. I always have but… I don't think this is a good time right now. I'm happy that you feel the same way but, the whole pack is going through something terrible and it feels wrong to be happy with each other and move on soon while everyone else is having problems."
He looked down at me, a small smile on his lips. "That's okay Annie. I understand. Just let me know when you're ready and I'll be waiting for you," he said. I smiled, grateful that he was being so understanding. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to my forehead and pulled away.
"Try not to get yourself killed, eh?" I pushed him because if his teasing, and he laughed quietly when he saw the smile on my face. He walked out of my room and I thought about what he said. He'd be waiting for me, which basically guaranteed that he'd be mine. He could be my mate some day and we could grow up together and have kids, and watch over the pack together, always having each other's backs. I smiled at the thought and laid down on the bed, careful not to jostle my arm too much.