The Alpha's Curve

Chapter 12

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My glaze moves across the crowd of weres’ gathered, their own seeking eyes looking back at me. I feel their stares burn into me as I stand frozen on the platform.

How am I supposed to come up with a fitting punishment. I have know idea what to give them, maybe if it was only one person — But this is at least 50 teenage to young adult weres’.

I really don’t want to punish them at all, violence isn’t the answer. But Alpha Stone and the Elders expect me to come up with a punishment for the people that tormented me.

As I look out towards the crowd and pin-point every were’ that has bullied me, most of them have mournful and sorry expressions on their face. The most heart breaking of all was Saxon’s, he wasn’t looking up to meet my eyes but his face, his face held so much pain. His face as scrunched up and jaw set, every now and then a shudder would run through his body. Saxon’s fists, the ones he used to hit me with were balled up so tight his hands turned red. If he were to uncurl them, I am sure that there would be traces of blood where is nails punctured the skin.

To his left Adrian was looking at me with tears in his eyes, it was clear he was crying and didn’t care if he was seen or not. I could see the hopelessness reflecting in his eyes, the same eyes that I have. I know he only went along with Saxon because he didn’t was to get beaten up himself. It is pitiful for me to say, but I hope it hurt him, watching what his twin had to go through. I know Mum and Dad wouldn’t like what he did, they would be disappointed. But I can see his reasoning, he didn’t want to get hurt too.

Alpha Stone and the Elders want me to punish them, but what do I do? I can hardly talk to my own Mate, Gods forbid a whole crowd.

I feel gentle fur brush against my waist and nudging on my mind once again. My hand immediately reaches down to Zithanial’s fur as I open my mind to him.

Doing this, I know that Zithanial will feel what I am feeling because we are Mates. While he won’t know what I am thinking, he will get a sense of what it is. 

Zithanial won’t know what I am thinking until we are Mated. I am quick to shake away that thought, there is a bigger matter at hand.

Underneath my fingers I feel Zithanial’s fur start to grow short and my hand raise higher as he start to transform. My hand that was resting on his Wolf’s shoulders, is now on his human shoulders, much higher than waist hight.

There is a scurry around me as someone is quick to provide clothing for the naked Zithanial. While being naked around pack members is not uncommon, because Zithanial has been away for 5 years, it doesn’t stop lingering unmated female eyes from resting on what he didn’t cover up quick enough.

My Wolf immediately comes through and growls, the growl rockets through the room causing people to look at me in shock, some unmated females in jealously.