Typical Alpha

Chapter Twelve: Finding and Forgeting.

Looking up, the clouds are drifting from the thing that pulls mates together.

And I can feel her some how.

I can only wonder if she can feel it too.

Maybe she understands that its not me causing her pain, its Dusk. And he is a part of me that is to big to be controlled.

But I'm going to try.

Fuck Dusk, he's somehow made people around me hate me, and im not going to let it happen.

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I don't really know where I'm going, but somehow I know exactly where I'm going. I don't even know where she is, but I believe I'm some what leading myself to her.

Its pissing with rain, and I've found myself walking in the middle of a road I never knew existed. I honestly don't know what hoods are for because what they really do is soak you even more, rather than protecting you from the rain.

I've had Ian and Kevin try and contact me through mind link, but I never replied. Plus: They wouldn't take orders from a marked alpha.

I've mentally forgiven Oliver for what he's said, but it really stuck with me.

"I don't take orders from a marked Alpha" It repeats over and over in my head, and all I feel is pain. But I've brought this on myself, I inflicted the fight, and Sia didn't know what to do, she didn't know what a little slap could do.

And then Dusk comes in and pushes her, yells at her and locks her out. I feel guilt arising, and all I want to do is throw up at my actions.

I look back up at the moon, and I can feel that she's looking up as well. It gives me more strength to follow heart, while my heart follows her.

'What are you doing?!' Dusk yells at me.

'Finding and forgetting.' I tell him.
'We don't need her! Now turn around before the real Alpha comes out.' He sneers.

'You're not an Alpha without a Luna' I reply.

And he shuts up, he knows I'm right.

I wasn't the official Alpha until I found Sia, but now I am and I have to find her again.

Light sobs intrude my thoughts, their close, yet distant. I spin around everywhere, until my eyes land on a sign.

'THE FIGHTERS OF OUR NATION'

Its a grave yard, a cold damp graveyard. Filled with dead bodies and flowers. But their is one thing that sticks out the most.

The girl with the long brown hair, who I've learned to love is sitting by a grave. Her mouth is moving like she's talking to someone, but she's all alone.

I follow her soft weeps, walking behind her with out a sound.

"He can't even look at me, Jackson. I've messed up big time" She fiddles with a chain around her neck. The necklace I had given her, the one with her and her brother.