Running was the easy part.

A blind pain ran up my arm. Prickling every inch of my skin. The passenger seat was not the most comfortable place to sleep, but it had done its job. Last night's encounter seemed insignificant now. She was nothing—a catch of the light, a trick of the shadows. The only thing I had to worry about was my pack. They were new. Ripe. They needed discipline.

I found them at the safe house. They itched with anticipation. They wanted action. Something to sink their teeth into.

"Behave."

They smiled. Of course we will behave. They told me. Something so new can easily be bent. Molded into the perfect pack. Scott was still an issue. With him, I could easily rule. He had enough experience to teach the new members. I didn't want to waste my days house training.

We want to be like you. They told me. Teach us how to shift on demand. Teach us. Teach us.

Soon. But they weren't ready yet. They were children.


I spent most of the next few weeks teaching them how to attack. How to be monsters. They had the instinct, but they needed to be refined and molded. If I was going to convince Scott, I needed to show him the true power of pack, and I also needed to show him the powerlessness of an Omega. Werewolves are a species designed to obey. To follow. I was meant to lead. Scott would soon see this. I had scented out the new Argent leader. A hard, old man. He was more powerful than he looked, and his knowledge caused me uneasiness. They wanted revenge for Kate. I am not to blame, though I wish I was, but I know I am a target.

If they come, I will be ready.

Beacon Hill had become a hot bed of commotion that went unnoticed by humans. But I could feel the fire that was consuming the town. Kate. That bitch had got what she deserved, but she came with a lot of baggage. I had also begun to notice more Omegas roaming the woods. They usually stuck up north in the wilderness of Canada, where they could roam unnoticed, but something had unsettled them. Whenever I stalked one at night, they soon caught my Alpha scent and took off. They didn't unsettle me enough that I chased after.

"I want to get out. Let me out." Erica pleaded with me. She was like a caged animal tearing at the bars with her teeth.

"Stop asking, and maybe you will get out of here."

She slumped into her seat. Scratching her nails against the wall behind her. I had Isaac and Erica run drills for hours. Until their arms were sore, and they pleaded to stop. They needed to be ready.

Isaac often looked off out the window at some unknown point. I had to snap him back.

"Daydreaming will get you killed." I said.


I found Scott running in the woods. He was attracted to the scent of the Omega as well. He had come to see what the Argents were up to. He did not see me coming, but he was not surprised.

"You see what they do."

"Not all of them." He said.

"All." I said placing my hand on his shoulder. The Argents were toying with the Omega. Asking him questions that they knew he did not know the answer to. "He is weak. He is an Omega. We are weaker alone. Stronger in a pack."

"I'm not joining your pack." Scott pulled away. He stared at the Omega. Listened to him cry out. "We should help him."

"Be my guest." I wasn't going anywhere near the Argents or their sick little games. Enough Silver for my lifetime.

The Omega cried out. Scott looked away as they split him in two. I looked into his eyes and saw a similar fate.


I dreamed all in white, and I saw her eyes. She wasn't real, but she haunted me. I pushed her away in the daylight, forgetting her, but at night, she easily climbed back into my head.