Alpha

Rachel lives and breathes the world of magic. As an heir to the throne of a secret werewolf culture, she stands in the doorway to the spirit world, staring in the face of things her pack can only imagine. That is the way. Her parents understand, as does the next Alpha, Andrew, her predestined soulmate. But when the scale is tipped out of balance, they're both placed in a race against time to save their pack and everything they have ever known, plagued by a question of morality: What is right? Or, more importantly, what's wrong?

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14. Rachel

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The monster howled and then fell to to floor, out of my view as it shrank back into Heather. Slowly, it dawned on me what had happened, and a wave of nausea threatened what I couldn't remember eating last. I choked and gasped for more air, revolted by myself.

Through the glass, two humans picked up a pale and trembling Heather, helping her into a chair and checking her condition. For some reason, they seemed genuinely concerned. I felt indignant at that, these outsiders taking my pack's care from me. After their cruel testing, and--

“Hey, you're okay, calm down.” The soothing voice came from a face that took me a moment to recognize, the man who had been so cheery earlier. Now his eyes were concerned. What, like he didn't think cattle-prodding my friend would upset me? “Sh, sh, it's okay.”

I wanted to be confused, to be able to ask why he was being bipolar, but I forced out a feral hiss that made him jump back a good three feet, smacking his head on the wall behind him. I grinned widely, baring my fangs broadly. I gave a hunting chirp, sending the man skittering from the room as fast as his instinct-driven legs could carry him.

A sudden fatigue clawed at the back of my mind, desperate to overtake me. I forced it back, either too angry or too scared to sleep. What was wrong with me? I should be protecting my pack, not using them to...do whatever it is I did. But Andrew was dead. There was no one else to help me now. All the while it felt like something was trying to possess me, to do even worse things that I knew I would never be able to do.

With my pack at risk, that left only one question:

Do I let it?

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