Ch8

ME:

Quileute

Human

Wolf (barking, etc.)

I slowly turned and then froze; more creatures, this time, there were seven, and a human, this time though, their eyes were amber. I growled loudly at them with Lucifer next to me doing the same; I knew he was scared but he was brave for me. The girls and General were in the middle; behind us, growling at the other wolves were Archit, Severus, and Spike, scared too but ready to protect. We all knew; if there was a fight, we wouldn't win.

"We don't want to fight," the bronze haired boy said calmly.

"Yes, I assume you are a new wolf?" the oldest blonde asked.

The black alpha transformed. "He isn't one of ours," he replied.

I growled louder; I was nobodies but my packs. The bronze haired stifled a gasp and I glanced at him.

"He's one of them," he said silently.

I figured it out.

Out of my head creature!

Leave the alpha alone!

Let us leave!

The bronze one looked at my pack mates and then at me before looking to the other alpha. "He is the alpha of those wolves and feral," he said calmly.

Shut up! How dare you call Russel and Archit feral!

It was General who shouted that, having called Archit his pup and Russel his mate some time ago. I kept tense, and then looked at my pack, silently. Time froze.

Lucifer and Severus Cerberus, they've come so far from pups that left their mother early to mature wolves, the most loyal I have. The brothers I never had.

Spike and Rose, the loyal and strong, ready to fight for me even if it meant their death; the aunt and uncle I never had either.

The Triplets, Sophie, Hunter, and Louie; they may have left but they were the cubs I'd probably never get to raise.

Archit, the pup who reminded me so much of I; the cub who went from lost to found in a matter of moments.

Russel, sweet, sweet, Russel; bless her and her old heart. She was something you don't see every day; something special was inside her.

General, the old timer was almost the dad I had in Alpha.

Alpha. The only being I would call Father. And Bethany, my only Mother, my true mother.

I looked at the wolves and then at the creatures; I won't let them hurt my responsibilities, not my family.

I sighed before kneeling; allowing myself to transform for the third time in my new life; kneeling to –hide myself. The pack looked at me shocked.

Alpha?

I'm not giving up!

I looked at the creatures. "What?" I growled.

"Who are you?" the blonde asked.

I growled deep in my throat. "Let my pack leave and I'll talk to you," I said, my pack instantly protesting but I barked at them and they silenced.

"They are not in any danger but they may leave," the blonde replied.

"Here," suddenly a pixie shaped girl was handing me a pair of shorts.

Unabashed, I stood and pulled them on; I looked at my pack.

Hide, and don't look back unless I call. Spike, you're in charge.

They whined before slowly following Spike, who hesitated for only a moment before faithfully leading the pack away and into the thicket.

I watched everything around them, ensuring no one followed my family; once they were out of sight, I turned to the apparent leader of the creatures.

"I am Blackfoot, I was born in Vermont on the Blackfoot Indian Reservation; I'm a half-blood," I said.

The leader smiled reassuringly but I ignored it. "I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, this is my family Edward, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Esme, and Bella," he greeted.

I glanced at the wolves.

The human in front growled. "I'm Sam; we're Quileute, that's all you need to know," he said.

Carlisle spoke. "Why don't you come inside where we can discuss this further?"

I shook my head; bracing myself. "No, I told you who I was, now I'm leaving," I said, my own alpha tone dripping like venom.

"He has to get to Alaska before the snow comes in," Alice piped.

I growled at her. "Mind your own business," I snarled.

Sam walked forward. "Then leave! And never come back here!" he roared.

I snorted. "Don't have to tell me twice," I sneered and turned to leave when one grey wolf trotted over to me; shocking the others and putting me on defense.

It transformed to reveal another Quileute, young, extremely so. "Take me with you, please," he begged and Sam growled.

"Embry, get back here!" he shouted in an alpha tone.

I watched as the boy, Embry, defied his alpha, keeping his eyes on me. I smirked at Sam and then looked at the pup; I turned and walked.

"Come pup," I lightly commanded.

There was no hesitation as he quickly transformed and trotted after me; I gave the enemy one last look before transforming myself and running; Embry easily kept up. Soon, we found my pack, who said nothing of Embry, and then we were running again. Soon we were out of Forks and in Canada again; the cool breeze cleaning my headache.

I wonder.

Where will our adventure take us now?

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DONE! Should I make a sequel?