MY EXCUSE FOR WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER-i don't have one, sad really
OKAY, PHOTOBUCKET AND MY COMPUTER ARE BOTH CONSPIRING AGAINST ME SO JUST CLICK THE FREAKING LINK AND PRETNED ITS THE PICTURE ON THE SIDE BECAUSE IT KEEPS SHOWING A DIFFERENT PICTURE. GAH!
I AM GOING TO KILL PHOTUBKET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FREAKING PIC WON'T SHOW SO HERE'S THE FRIGGEN LINK SO JUST GO LOOK AT IT AND THEN PRETEND ITS THE THING THATS ON THE SIDE.
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things just went downhill after that. Some stupid kid named Allen challenged the Alpha because he refused to let anyone go after the Vampires. To our disbeleif, he let the kid take over. We all figured it out a few days later. The Alpha had never cracked under the pressure and strain of being an Alpha, but this kid cracked within days. He had no idea what to do about the little group of Vampires sneaking into our territory and had no idea what to do about the Werewolf Pack that moved in next door. The previous Alpha just sat by and watched as the stupid kid cracked time and time again. This kid had no idea what he was doing, and it showed almost instantly. Three days into that kids reign, the Elves showed up and they were pissed. They went to our previous Alpha. He merley smiled, and pointed his paw at the new Alpha. The stupid kid had no idea what to do. Our alliegeince with the Elves had always been kind of....well, weird, and this kid didn't even get what the Elves were trying to tell him. The Elves left in rage.
We all stared at our new Alpha. We watched our old Alpha shift into his wolf form and start to walk away. Everyone followed him back to the house that he still claimed as his. No one was stupid enough to try and take that patch of land from him. Everyone wanted him to come back, but he refused. No one knew what to do.
He was just a testorone filled adolescent wolf. He had no idea what he was doing. WIthing a week he shut down. Someone asked him something, and he exploded on the guy. He started screaming about how he wasn't the Alpha.
The kid technically was but no one thought of him that way.
A month into his reign the actual Alpha showed up. "Didn't I tell you that being the Alpha wasn't all fun and games?" He asked the kid.
The kid was torn, we could all see it in his face. He was technically the Alpha, but the other Alpha was older, stronger, and the kid's natural reaction was to submit, but Alpha's didn't rule one another. The kid looked away within ten seconds. A sign of weakness. A sign of defeat. "I give in." The kid whispered. "Please take my place. I can't rule these people."
The Alpha snorted. There was no playfullness to the sound. "It was never you place to begin with, and I doubt many of them would have followed you." The Alpha told him. With that he went into his wolf form and took off running. Everyone followed. I followed from the trees. Jumping from one to the other. It took less energry on my part and it let me keep up longer. Of course, the Alpha had slowed the pace down so that the pups and I would be able to keep up. We all ran with him. A sign of our allegience to him. After the run under the full moon, he dealt with kid that had been stupid enough to challenge him.
We all thought that the Alpha was going to shred that kid into kibble. It was Pack justice, he deserved it, but the Alpha did nothing. All he did was give the kid a five minute lecture on the consequences of his actions and walk off. The kid had been warned, but he'd been allowed to stay. Some people wanted the kid to be actually punished but the Alpha wouldn't allow it. No one understood why but no one questioned the Alpha.
The Alpha wouldn't let us give him actual justice but we gave him what we could. We treated him as we would an outsider that had sought refuge here, but we were more hostile to him than we would be to any outsider.
An outsider showed up from another Pack, seeking santuary. He'd been injured and was looking for a place to rest and recover. The Alpha allowed it, Hell, he was acting as if that kid was one of our own. The kid hadn't been around for very long, it was obivous that he wasn't even twenty years old. We treated the kid as if he was one of our own. He slept near us, he hunted with us, he was practically one of us. The Alpha didn't push him to leave as soon as his injuries were healed. He gave the kid time and space to heal. The kid had a Pack, that was clear, but the Alpha also made it clear that the kid wouldn't be able to go back. He made the kid try and walk, he never made over twenty pases witout collapsing at least three times. He was allowed to stay here and recover.
Things stayed the same except that they dragged some kills to the kid so that he wouldn't starve, and they moved him to a part near the river and rested him down in the shade of a big tree. I went with a few of the others a few times to see him. The doctor of the Pack told him not to move around much. I mostly just talked to him, I knew that boredom was a silent killer. So I talked to him. For some insane reason I just sat on a branch a few feet above his head and talked to him from there. The dude wasn't exactly in a good position to jump up and grab me-he could but that would just make his position worse because he was already injured. His left leg was in tatters.
I cleaned his wornd. The guy snarled in pain and howled at the sky in pain, but he never attacked me. He knew that I was trying to help him. Then again, if he changed forms now, he could just end up making his injury worse, or it would be healed, but that injury was already nasty, and the kid didn't look like he wanted to risk making it any worse then it already was. He knew that I was trying to help him, but it hurt like hell to him. I cleaned his wound a few times a day just to make sure it didn't fester because then things would start to get ugly.
We talked so that boredom wouldn't kill us. He was an interesting person. Apparently he'd been trying to learn how to play the flute but couldn't figure it out. I mocked him by playing my flute when I came by. He rolled his eyes. The flute was the only thing I could play but hey, it was something.
At some point the Alpha showed up with the doctor. It was going to be a while before he would be able to move on that leg. He was allowed to stay here and recover as long as he didn't hurt anyone-kind of ironic considering that he couldn't have even defended himself due to the fact that his limp made him slower than even me.
I spent the hot afternoons talking to him. Convinient because morning was my breakfast time and then I did whatever i wanted for the rest of the day unless something came up, and that kid spent most of the morning sleeing in. It worked out well for both of us. We talked to get rid of the boredom. He'd thanked me more than once because he knew that I was doing this of my own free will. He knew that I could be in other places doing other things instead of here talking to him about the most random things.
Somehow our conversations always went to music at some point. I always brought my flute along and tormented him with the fact that I could pay it an not him. He knew other instruments though. At some point Heidi got me a few insturments. Can you guess who taught me how to play them?
Lets just say I had some issues wth a few of the instruments.
Somehow while I was playing the trombone I ended up hitting him in the face.
The spit vaulve in the trumped exploded in my face when I picked it up for the second time.
I somehow ended up swallowing my reed while learning to play the saxophone.
Somehow my trumpet caught on fire-WHAT THE HELL?
I tripped while playing the Alto Sax and somehow the mouthpeice stabbed me in the eye then came to life and tried to gauge my eyes out a few more times.
my headjoint got stuck to the flute and when I pulled it out it went flying and bounced off something and hit me in the eye
Don't ask me how the heck I bit through the mouthpeice of the French Horn.
I picked up the flute and blew into it. You know how the flute has three parts? Remember the middle on thats long with almost all the keys on it? That thing went flying and skewered around four fish.
What. The. Crap.
The violin......well, how about we just don't go there?
He gave up trying to teach me how to play any orchestra instruments because I tended to turn into Harry Potter when I had the stick because it looked like an oversized wand.
Some Witch caught me doing it-what the hell is a Witch doing here?- and chased me for around a mile-all the time trying to bludgeon me to death with her broomstick-and kids, just because your scream AVADA KEVADA at the top of your lungs doesn't make you Voldemort so it won't actually work-although for some reason Windwardium Leviosia worked when I yelled it out so go figure.