Alpha Maximus：The last lycan

　　Hope

　　Alpha Tate holds me against the wall.

　　‘If you continue to refuse to help me, you’ll be of no use to me or this pack and I will kill you myself, once I have killed that lycan! What have you decided? Heal the pack, or die with the lycan?’ He asks, and I keep silent, looking down. ‘Answer me!’ He yells, grabbing my face.

　　‘I'd rather die, than help a pathetic coward of an alpha like you,’ I whisper. He strikes me across the face, splitting my lip, and throws me to the ground.

　　‘If you want to die, fine!’ He yells, slamming the iron door shut. I cry, and some pack warriors enter the cell next to mine not long after. They pay no attention to me, shaking from the cold.

　　They’re holding big heavy chains. They’re preparing for the lycan. There are plenty of other cells. I don't like that they’re putting the lycan in the cell right next to me.

　　What if he reaches through the bars and kills me? I’m very nervous. Will they give the lycan a quick death? Will I get a quick death? I wonder if he is as ferocious and wild as they say he is? I don’t want to die. I don't want to watch the lycan be killed. Too tired and weak to stand, I use the bars to sit myself up, rest my head on the bench, and drift off to sleep.

　　Alpha Maximus

　　Alpha Tate returns before lunch, and smells strongly of the dessert I’m longing for.

　　Prick. No wonder he didn't have breakfast with us. He ate it all himself. I tell myself to get over it. It’s just food and Beth can bake me a hundred apple pies as soon as I get home.

　　When it’s almost nightfall, it’s time for me to go down to the cell for the night.

　　‘Do you have the wolfsbane first? Then go to the cell?’ Alpha Tate asks.

　　He has spent all day asking me questions about the process we go through on a full moon. I get that he is curious and worried for his pack, but all his questions are just ridiculous and are pissing me off.

under control. If necessary, Nathan can give me an extra dose of wolfsbane. It’s unlikely I’ll

　　‘I see. Well, let us drink a glass of whisky before you go,’ he offers, and Nathan and I nod, and we

after just one whisky. That's strange. I try to ignore it, and look

I ask, and he collapses on

and I’m feeling fuzzier and the

his arms crossed and

　‘You drugged our

a sharp sting in my arm,

　　Hope

my nerves. A group of men argue outside. Alpha Tate, Sam and four other pack members struggle carrying someone towards the cell. I squint and

at least seven foot tall, covered in shiny black fur, broad-chested, and

into the cell.

　　‘Do we kill him now while he is

the fun in that be? We will torture him a

him. I have the urge to reach out and touch his fur. I crawl across

in pain, the lycan stirs, and makes gruff

you doing?’

my hand away, and I crawl to the other side of my cell and watch them chain his

he is chained, he growls, and pulls

lets out another loud growl, making me flinch. He has seen me flinch, and Alpha Tate punches him in the

Tate but can't move far as the chains

freeze when Alpha Tate whips him across his chest, and look away, covering my eyes. Tears flood my face.

and glares at me.