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Chapter twelve- Alphas

"Some of us cut. Some of us used to cut. We are not proud of what we did, but we are not ashamed of out scars. Each and every scar has it's own story and the fact that the wounds healed reminds us that things get better." -Unknown

As we howled, I could feel each and every one of them in my head. My call made all the pack members shift. I don't know what it was, but they did. Even Sam. It wasn't like when Paul would call for them. He called to them in warning, or for the joy of it. My call was commanding, calling on my brothers and sister. It was stronger than Sam's commanding howls, from the boys thoughts. They were comparing them.

I felt Paul nuzzle my hip. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, waiting for the pack to gather. I didn't know how I knew, but I could feel it burning in my veins. This is where I was meant to be. I was no longer the cast out, or the freak. I was powerful. I was dangerous. I was going to have the pack bare witness as I challenged Sam for the Alpha rights. My heart was thumping wildly. I could feel the adrenaline in my bloodstream, pounding threw me like a freight train.

I shielded my thoughts from the pack. They didn't need to know what was about to happen.

We didn't have to wait long. Leah, Seth, Jared, and Quil were the first to show up. I just told them to sit and wait. Jacob and Sam showed up at the same time. Jacob was angry, his eyes showing hatred for me. I felt my wings shuffle against my fur. Sam was wary.

What's going on Bella? I told you if you left the room it'd be taken as a threat. And you broke the deal. You weren't suppose to shift into your wolf.

I chuckled in his head. My tail raised in warning, my wings lifting slightly as well.

You think I care?

I could basically feel Jacobs anger radiating from him. I ignored it. He would not mess me up. Sam stayed silent. I took the opportunity.

I walked forward, until I was close enough I could feel his hot breath on my face. Ew.

I, Isabella Swan, hereby challenge you, Sam Uley, to the Alpha title. I have called upon this pack to bare witness.

I could feel the surprise and shock among the group. Jacob stepped forward.

Sam is no longer Alpha. You will have to challenge me instead. But I had already planned for this. I knew Jake. If there was serious dangerous, which is what I was, he would step up to the plate and fulfill his destiny as pack leader. To bad it didn't matter.

I repeated the rites, putting Jacobs name in for Sams. The wolves were edgy. The uneasiness in the air was pliable, as was the tension.

I accept. The two words were uttered with confidence and pride. He really thought he was going to win this.

I knew it hurt Paul to do it, but he stepped back, completing the wide circle of wolves surrounding us.

Jake attacked first, his russet colored fur breezing past me as I side stepped. I turned at the same time, my fangs gliding through the air as I snapped my jaws at him. His ear twitched. He jumped for me again and this time I braced myself. He was twice the size of my small frame, but I was faster. As soon as he was close enough, I jumped up and over him, the exact same move I'd pulled on Paul the other day. This time though, my landing was soft and graceful. I twisted, sinking my teeth into his scruff. I dug in and dragged him down onto his belly.

I thought the almighty Alpha would put up more of a fight, I snickered to him. This was just too easy. He struggled for a minute, before he went limp. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. He was going to pretend to be submissive, and once I'd loosed up enough, he'd break free. A good plan, all in all. But not good enough.

I clenched my jaws down into the meat and muscle of his neck. He whimpered. It was a sensitive spot on a wolf and I was tearing into those nerves. Releasing him, I quickly jumped back. The blood from the bite was flowing freely into his thick fur.

He snarled at me, lunging for my throat. I ducked as he flew straight over my body, my wings tucked into my sides.

Man you suck at this, I said. He growled. This time, I jumped. I went straight for his shoulder. It looked like I was going for his leg, but I was aiming for his muscled joint. My teeth sunk in deep. I tugged, bringing him down again. He was on his back, his legs flailing in the air like a turtles. I clamped my jaws around his throat, crushing his windpipe. He whimpered, before going limp again. I stayed still, not loosing my hold a bit. What he kinding or was he seriously surrendering that quick?

Please, don't kill me. I'll step down, he said, his voice coated in fear. I let go and jumped back, regarding him warily. Was he joking?

Isabella Swan is the new Alpha of the Quileute Pack, he said, his voice ringing out in our minds.

Author's Note: Uhm. Guys. I have a picture f the fight scene. And I actually drew it. You guys can find me on by WildSpiritsLiveInMe. Oh yeah, here's the link to the picture: art/Bella-s-Alpha-Fight-441333780?ga_submit_new=10%253A1395198113