The Dark Alpha

The water sprinkler we had in our backyard was the true meaning of what freedom felt like: soggy and messed up. We were never free in the Moonlight pack, Alpha Raden never allowed us to even move a step from our territory to go shopping so it was always boring here. He was cruel and treated us like slaves more than people. We couldn't even turn rogues because he controlled every aspect of our lives and has a strong bond with other packs like Wildcrest, Silver and Moongold, the most powerful three packs in werewolf history.

I stared in boredom as the little black sprinklers spurted water around our backyard within the glass windows, I felt trapped and I had only my little sister and my mother, we were just another normal family in Moonlight pack. My dad was a former beta but he died during the toughest werewolf vs. Vampires war, he truly died as a warrior when I was only seven years old. Mom was in pain but like the strong woman she was, she looked out for me and my little sister.

"Honey, come and help me." My mom shouted impatiently and I quickly complied with the obedient daughter I was.

She was making our favorite chocolate cupcakes that I and my little sister loved like it was a guilty pleasure for us.

I helped her out in icing the cupcakes and cutting vegetables for dinner. It was a very dark evening since winter was coming and the days were faster.

"Mom, I'm so bored," I whined, I never went out of the tiny house we had, I begged to be released. Her warm brown eyes gazed at me with understanding, she was bored too but there was nothing to do about it.

We only had the close by school and we were restricted from hanging outside of the building unless it was an important pack arrival where teenagers stared in adoration at the murderers like they were superstars. I had a strong opinion on other werewolf packs and I was the daring one out of all the scared pack members here. We never even had universities because Alpha Raden thought that we didn't need to be further educated.

"Darling, tomorrow is your birthday, that's something to be excited about, it's your first shift." She gushed with watery eyes and I hugged her; I never felt excited because I was scared of the first shift, many of my schoolmates told me that their bones break painfully and their hands twist to form the claws. It was so scary to me.

I was happy about one thing; I got to celebrate it with my family. It was one blessing and I hoped to not find my mate in the early shift.

My little sister, Evanna, giggled at us hugging with her cute grey eyes and tooth gap, she was only eight years old, she wore the usual yellow dress that she adored. I was once like her until I grew up seeing wars and darkness. I hoped that never happens to my sister.

I carried her as she squealed and twirled with her in my arms, our eyes cheerful with happiness until it was too soon to tell.

I could feel the start of something bad happening. My eyes turned to the glass window and Evanna hid behind me when I let her down as mom stared at the same vision. It was silent when it began.

The rancid smell of smoke started to get into our house and the blaze of fire slowly cracked our glass doors. Mom stayed beside me, trying to mind-link our Alpha for help because we couldn't escape through the doors for there was a circular firestorm around the house. I could see it from all the double doors on each side of our house. A part of me was grateful that all of our doors were transparent so we could quickly scan the severity of the impact.