Chapter Five

An Enemy- Part Two

"The best way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend." -Abraham Lincoln

Samuel Uley considered himself to be a good man. As a boy he tried his very hardest to be the perfect son for his constantly fighting parents. When he turned six, his father left and Sam looked after his mother like any good son would. When he became a wolf he worked hard to understand the beast inside of him. The day he lost control and mutilated his entire reason to exist, he caged the monster that had invaded his brain and made sure that he would never get out. As an imprinter he made sure his imprintee was as happy as he could possibly make her. When he married Emily Young and made her Emily Uley he provided for her just like a husband should. As the alpha he led his pack to the best of his ability and seeing how nobody had managed to die on his watch, he felt that he was doing a pretty good job. Sam was sure he was fair, just, and decisive as the alpha.

He taught his wolves all about control, it was the basis for each and every lesson they ever learned. But even with four years of conditioning under their belts, none of them were prepared for whatever it was that was happening. It was more than disconcerting and Sam imagined that it was the same feeling that Alice had when she fell down the rabbit hole, or Dorothy as she spun around inside that tornado. Behind him his lower ranked wolves, the pups and Seth, fell flat on their faces. Embry, Leah and Quil were brought to their knees. Paul, Jared and Sam staggered a few steps forward.

Sam had caged and chained down his wolf a long time ago, but even locked away it was still an alpha wolf. It was still the strongest of nine and it was not ready to give up that title. So it broke away from the chains that it's human had laid on him and sunk his claws and fangs into every single member of his pack and pulled them back to him so hard that every one of his wolves were flat on their faces. He stood strong and proud as an inhuman snarl ripped from his throat, his eyes flashing a color black as midnight.

"Shit," One of the stranger wolves whispered.

"Stay low," The female ordered in a haunting layering of voices. The leading voice was a deeper, harsher sound and underneath it was a lighter, more mischievous voice. The girl's eyes were a vibrant gold color that clashed with the darkness of her skin, adding to the etherealness of the moment.

There was a war happening and Taylor Grey had never seen anything like it. Killer had though and if Taylor would allow Killer to show her-

No. Taylor growled at her wolf. You've done enough teaching today.

This wolf was at war with himself and it was all their fault. There was nothing that they could do for the other alpha but wait. And so they watched through gold eyes that slowly bleed into brown as the male struggled to regain control of his wolf. Taylor saw the man's eyes flash from brown to black to brown again. It was an ongoing cycle, but luckily the brown lasted longer than the black and the alpha was soon in control of himself.

"Brother, we don't want any trouble," She said. "My wolf… she is eager to teach me things and sometimes doesn't consider the consequences of her actions. You must know how it is when your wolf takes control-"

The alpha male bared his teeth and crouched low to the ground in an aggressive stance. Taylor responded instinctively and mimicked his stance, giving her own fierce growl. A whimper from one of the watching wolves caused both of the alphas to straighten.

Embry was torn.

There were a million things going through his head all at once. The girl, his mate,Taylor… the alpha? Everything about her screamed it and he wondered why he had never noticed it before. He thought back to the first time that he had seen her when she was leading her pack into the diner. She had looked every single wolf in their eye without batting an eyelash. Then he thought about how she spoke for all of her group when he and Leah had greeted them earlier. He had assumed it was because she was a better speaker and that, like in his own pack, the bigger male would be the leader.

Embry thought about how skilled a fighter his own alpha was. He had witnessed Sam tear apart vampires on several occasions and knew that the male alpha could hold his own. He had seen Sam break apart wolf fights within his pack with his bare, human hands. He also knew that the man was short tempered at times and always sensitive about his wolf and control.

He thought about how suddenly tiny his mate looked. She stood across the clearing, crouched low to the ground with her teeth bared and eyes glowing a strange, gold color. A sharp growl emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. She was the smallest of all the wolves gathered in both height and muscle. He remembered holding her in his arms earlier during that brief hug. Her head reached his chin and her arms felt taut, but small in contrast to his own. Embry's eyes darted between his large alpha and his comparatively little mate and whimpered.

He hadn't meant to release the sound that he felt in his throat, but somehow it naturally escaped from his lips. He sounded a bit like a wounded pup and he didn't like it, but it had a desirable effect. Both of the alphas instantly righted themselves and turned to make sure that he was alright. Sam's eyes were wild, but Taylor's had returned to the coffee colored brown Embry favored.

Sam's eyes flickered over his group at the sound of Embry's distress. The wolves of his pack were back on their feet now and it looked as if Collin had managed to break his nose from the fall. It was quickly healing though and the pup was smart enough to hold it in place so that it wouldn't mend itself crookedly. No one was seriously hurt, but they all looked a bit jarred. It was enough for Sam to chain his wolf down once again, but he felt something inside him had changed. While the wolf was sated and chained for the time being- it would never be caged again. Sam knew that the moment he yanked his pack back under his control.

He threw daggers at the female alpha with cold eyes. He hated her right then and there. He had worked so hard to keep the monster inside of him locked away. He had made sure that his pack would never see that side of him and would never discover that horrible side of themselves. And this girl, this she-wolf baby alpha, she had managed to free the beast in a matter of minutes. He wanted to kill her. He felt it low in his gut, but he also felt guilt for even thinking it because wasn't she kind of pack now? In the same way that Kim, Claire or even Emily was pack?

In the back of his mind his wolf growled quietly in agreement. No, they couldn't kill the girl because even though she was a wolf she was also an imprint.

Sam felt his stomach role at the reminder of his wolf's new found freedom and sighed dejectedly.

No, Sam agreed. They wouldn't kill the girl. But they would keep her close and away from as many of his wolves as he could.

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