Alpha Maximus：The last lycan novel Chapter 8

　　Hope

　　Alpha Tate holds me against the wall.

　　‘If you continue to refuse to help me, you’ll be of no use to me or this pack and I will kill you myself, once I have killed that lycan! What have you decided? Heal the pack, or die with the lycan?’ He asks, and I keep silent, looking down. ‘Answer me!’ He yells, grabbing my face.

　　‘I'd rather die, than help a pathetic coward of an alpha like you,’ I whisper. He strikes me across the face, splitting my lip, and throws me to the ground.

　　‘If you want to die, fine!’ He yells, slamming the iron door shut. I cry, and some pack warriors enter the cell next to mine not long after. They pay no attention to me, shaking from the cold.

　　They’re holding big heavy chains. They’re preparing for the lycan. There are plenty of other cells. I don't like that they’re putting the lycan in the cell right next to me.

　　What if he reaches through the bars and kills me? I’m very nervous. Will they give the lycan a quick death? Will I get a quick death? I wonder if he is as ferocious and wild as they say he is? I don’t want to die. I don't want to watch the lycan be killed. Too tired and weak to stand, I use the bars to sit myself up, rest my head on the bench, and drift off to sleep.

　　Alpha Maximus

　　Alpha Tate returns before lunch, and smells strongly of the dessert I’m longing for.

　　Prick. No wonder he didn't have breakfast with us. He ate it all himself. I tell myself to get over it. It’s just food and Beth can bake me a hundred apple pies as soon as I get home.

　　When it’s almost nightfall, it’s time for me to go down to the cell for the night.

　　‘Do you have the wolfsbane first? Then go to the cell?’ Alpha Tate asks.

　　He has spent all day asking me questions about the process we go through on a full moon. I get that he is curious and worried for his pack, but all his questions are just ridiculous and are pissing me off.

　　‘Alpha Tate, Nathan and my pack have everything under control. If necessary, Nathan can give me an extra dose of wolfsbane. It’s unlikely I’ll need it though,’ I explain.

　　‘I see. Well, let us drink a glass of whisky before you go,’ he offers, and Nathan and I nod, and we sit down to have a drink.

　　We skull our drinks, and Nathan runs upstairs to get the wolfsbane. My head feels fuzzy after just one whisky. That's strange. I try to ignore it, and look up at Nathan, who is swaying in front of me.

　　‘Nathan. What’s wrong?’ I ask, and he collapses on the floor. I jump up.

　　‘Nathan!’ I yell, and I’m feeling fuzzier and the room is swaying.

　　Alpha Tate stands with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

　　‘You drugged our drinks,’ I realise.

　　I rip my shirt open, and shift into my lycan; fury overtaking me, before feeling a sharp sting in my arm, where Sam has injected wolfsbane. I let out a loud roar and fall into darkness.

　　Hope

　　Startled, I wake to the smell of cedarwood. It’s the most amazing smell and it calms my nerves. A group of men argue outside. Alpha Tate, Sam and four other pack members struggle carrying someone towards the cell. I squint and my mouth drops open.

　　The lycan! He is massive; at least seven foot tall, covered in shiny black fur, broad-chested, and his muscles are huge.

　　They drag him along, unconscious. They struggle getting him into the cell. The smell of cedarwood overwhelms me and I’m hot and bothered.