"An alpha that leads by fear will only receive fear. But an alpha that leads with love and respect will earn a pack that will follow them into any battle, no matter what."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to tell you you're an a...
SCREAMS ECHOED DOWN a hall as feet thundered by. A roar sounded in the distance. Not a roar, a howl. The howl of a werewolf. Five figures ran for their lives. Screams continued to echo as the five figures ran into a room, slamming the door shut behind them.
The image of a lone figure standing up against a beast. No, not a beast. A werewolf. An alpha werewolf, the blood-red of its eyes shining brightly. A crazed alpha werewolf, the power gone straight to its head making it appear as the monster it was. The alpha released a deafening howl that shook the room.
A figure gasped in pain as claws rip into his back. Blood dripped out of his mouth as the figure was lifted off the ground, tossed to the side like he was nothing.
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BECK WOKE UP screaming. Her body trembling as someone grabbed her shoulders.
"Hey, hey. Beck, it's me." Derek hushed as he grabbed his sister's arms. With wide panicked eyes, Beck looked up at her brother. "It was only a bad dream, calm down." He brushed her hair out of her face as he sat on the floor next to her. "It was only a dream, your safe."
"It-it was so-so real," Beck stuttered as tears fell down her face, her eyes glancing around frantically. "Som-something bad is coming. I-I saw you. Y-you were bleeding an-and in pain. And... and..."
Derek wrapped his arms protectively around her small and trembling body. These dreams weren't anything new. Visions that terrorized Beck when she closed her eyes, they'd been happening for years now. Something Derek desperately wished would stop. He hated seeing her so terrified.
But by now Derek had a routine to go through to calm Beck down, something he devised after many years of these dreams.
Brushing his hand through her hair, he whispered soothingly. "You're okay, I got you. You're safe with me. Nothing's going to hurt you."
Beck's hand started to twitch as she took calming breaths.
Noticing her hand, Derek turned and reached for her sketch pad. "Here, draw it out," he whispered, laying the pad on her lap. "It will be okay once you draw it out." He added as he brushed a hand through her hair again.
Taking her pencil, Beck began to sketch.
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