The Alpha's Possession

✙ Chapter 2 ✙

When I finished, I breathed deeply, keeping oxygen running in and out of my lungs to help keep myself from fainting. I glanced down at the werewolves below and a few crouched down and bared their teeth up at me. I needed to put up a fight; I was brave and strong, just like my father. Determined, I grabbed my bow and an arrow from my carrier, putting them into place. But, when I started pulling the string back, I realized that I didn't have a good shot. Branches below were in the way and as I was pulling the string back to my earlobe, a branch poked me in the elbow; I couldn't properly aim. I tried positioning myself differently on the branch, but when it began cracking, I decided not to push it.

Feeling my gun pressed against my back of the waistband of my pants, I pulled it out with a mutter. Shooting bullets was going to be much easier in a tree. Hopefully. I checked the bullets, discovering there were only four left while I counted at least five or six werewolves down below. Hoping to eliminate a few, I studied them, surprised they hadn't scampered away at the sight of my gun. Their desire to kill me was too strong for them to run away now, leaving me to escape - they refused to let that happened. They wanted me dead, but the feeling was mutual. Aiming around a branch, I aimed at the female clawing at the trunk of the tree.

My hands decided to start shaking at the worst time when my index finger lingered on the trigger. A few seconds passed until I finally pulled the trigger, the gunfire ringing through my ears. Sadly, one of the males, a light brown one, ended up bumping her out of the way, allowing the bullet to fly into the dirt of the ground. I groaned and glared down at him, receiving a snarl in response. Shifting my attention away from them, I looked at the rest of the werewolves, spotting a brown male. With his fur bristling, he stood near a white female that reminded me of my earlier kill. He watched the others attempt to reach me, anger rolling off him in waves as he waited for his turn to leap at me.

Turning my arm into an uncomfortable position to get around a large branch, I aimed at him. He didn't even notice until his ears picked up the sound of the firing bullet. He wasn't able to jump completely out of the way and the bullet struck him in the shoulder.

Relief washed over me when he yelped, falling to his haunches. The white female hurried to his side, watching as his body struggled to heal the wound. I expected her to turn around and snarl or growl at me, but instead, she tilted her head back and howled. Her howl caused the female scratching at the trunk of tree to stop and back away with a dangerous look. Confused, I raised my gun again, not stopping now, except, I didn't get the chance to take aim because a loud and powerful howl nearby rang through the air, echoing throughout the forest. Startled birds flew into the sky as the ground shook, slightly shaking the tree. "Fuck me."

It was their Alpha.

I scrambled backwards on the branch until my back was pressed against the trunk of the tree; the bark digging into my crawling skin. Trembling, I held the gun out in front of me with the barrel pointed towards the ground. The smartest thing to do was use my last two bullets on the Alpha because he was the biggest threat - and that was exactly what I was going to do. Honestly, I had never encountered an Alpha before. My older brother, Noah, always told stories about them and described them to me, considering one had nearly took his life. According to him, Alphas were much larger and stronger than regular werewolves. They held power and dominance, always guiding the pack.

Peering down through the branches, I listened to my hammering heart in my chest. The werewolves below had backed away from the tree along with the injured male, yet stood nearby with the urge to still kill me. Several thoughts were running through my head as I suddenly feared for my life. Twenty-one, twenty-two-twenty-three. . .

I was counting the seconds for how long it took until the Alpha appeared. My stomach twisted when a towering black wolf emerged from the trees, growling. I was surprised when a weird tingling feeling spread through me as I watched him approach his pack members who all submissively bowed. Just looking at him, it was obvious power radiated off him, along with anger. With his back was turned to me, I realized this was the perfect opportunity. The perfect shot. Exhaling loudly, I aimed my gun at the back of his head, ignoring the strange feelings overwhelming me.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, he turned around with a snarl and our eyes locked. A weird sensation shot through me and I squirmed, keeping my gun pointed. For some odd reason, after several seconds had passed, he didn't appear as intimidating. Shaking my head, I returned my index finger to the trigger, prepared to shoot, but then, he slowly started approaching the tree, surprising me.

He gazed up at me with his eyes and I cleared my throat, remaining collected. I aimed the gun at his forehead, impassively. Pull it. But, as my finger rested on the trigger, I realized that I couldn't pull it. Every urge in my body was telling me not to - telling me not to kill him. I bit my bottom lip and repeatedly reminded myself that he was the enemy.

His kind had killed my mother.

"Come on," I muttered, applying a little pressure to the trigger. The bullet didn't fire - I needed to push harder. I sucked in a deep breath and tried applying a little more pressure, but I couldn't. The Alpha continued to gaze at me, watching as I struggled to convince myself into pulling the trigger. Just pull the fucking trigger! My hands started to shake even more until the gun accidentally toppled out of my hold to the ground.

But, that wasn't the worse part - I followed after it.