Alec
I feel a hand on my arm, and that's what wakes me up. I turn to the side and see a very blurry Carla staring back at me. Her brow is furrowed, and if I had to guess, I'd say she looks concerned. "What's going on?" "There's someone at the door," she claims. "A meeting will be held today among the Alphas. They want you to join them in an hour." I tense a little but try not to let it show. "Did they tell you what the meeting would be about?" "No," she claims. "But this rarely happens, right? The next meeting was meant to be in a week's time. Why this all of a sudden?" I get up and start getting ready for the meeting. Deep in my gut, I know exactly who this meeting's being held. I didn't think that they would find out so soon, though. Carla remains in the room as I'm getting ready. She seems to be watching me intently, for some reason. Again, I don't know when she became so paranoid. Being Luna changed her completely. I try not to make eye contact with her, and by the time I'm done, I head toward the door. She follows me out and I ask someone downstairs for the car to be brought to me. "Will you tell me what the meeting is about?" she asks. "Of course." I get in the car and head toward the courthouse, which is where we usually have these meetings. I force myself to calm down, and when I get there, my demeanor changes entirely. I stride into the room, and make a show of being annoyed. "This meeting was held on very short notice," I say as I take my seat. Everyone else is already here, and I can't help but wonder if someone spilled. "I had to cancel plans to be here." Alpha Fredrick, the oldest among us, says, "We'll make it quick. I'm the one who organized the meeting, and that's because a small piece of information reached me concerning a prisoner." I now know that this has to do with Delaney Waters for a fact. "The meeting that would've been held in two weeks would've discussed this prisoner, who's now missing." The table tenses up. I say nothing while someone else asks, "Missing?" Alpha Fredrick nods. "The one in question is Delaney Waters, the woman who was convicted of killing Trevor Whittle a few years back." There's a traitor in my midst, and I'll have to find him or her before more damage is caused. At this point, I don't know how much Fredrick knows. It could be that he has proof that I'm the one who went head with it. In the one who had the court order for her release made with the intention that it would seem like someone 'accidentally' released her instead of someone else. I had to think of everything, but that might not have been enough. "You said she's missing?" someone else asks. "Yes. It seems her documents were confused with someone else's, leading to her release. The meeting we'd have in two weeks would've been about her, as I mentioned, as there are some of us here who found it best to get rid of her altogether." My face remains calm but inside, I'm raging. I'm glad I trusted my instincts and decided to believe my informer. They would’ve killed her, and as soon as I found out, I knew I had to intervene. My conscience would never allow me to live otherwise. “After the terrible crime she committed,” he continues, “I’m sure nobody would’ve had any protests. But now we have to deal with the fact that she’s missing, and I would appreciate your cooperation to find her.” “But surely this judge will have to be punished,” Alpha Jason exclaims. “How could he have made such a careless mistake? Who is he?” “Someone from Alpha Alec’s pack,” Alpha Fredrick says after checking through his notes. “I’ll take care of it,” I reply as calmly as I can. Showing too much surprise will make them suspicious of me. I know how Alphas think. It’s best if I take care of things in a detached way. “I trust that you will,” Alpha Fredrick proclaims. “In the meantime, we should put a small search group together so we can find her. Also, we’ll need access to your territory, since she used to live there, Alpha Alec. I’m sure you understand the need to catch this woman. Trevor Whittle was your best friend.” I nod. “I have no problem with that.” My only hope is that she truly ran away to start a new life somewhere else and didn’t try to visit her mother. I would’ve known by now if she had, though. The woman would’ve contacted me directly. As far as I know, they never had a good relationship with each other. “Good. It seems we have an understanding. I trust that we’ll be able to take care of this quickly. Meeting adjourned, in this case,” she says before standing up. “Alpha Alec, may I ask that you stay behind for a few moments?” I nod in agreement and Alpha Jason and the other people who’d been attending the meeting leave. Alpha Fredrick clears his throat and says, “I presume that this is a very uncomfortable situation for you. Will you inform your Beta about this?” “No,” I reveal. “I think it’s best to take care of this without involving too many people. It might cause a panic.” He nods. “Yes, it might. May I ask for your permission to enquire at the prison? I know that it’s situated in your territory, which is the only reason why I’m asking. Technically, I could investigate freely if I wanted to.” “I don’t see a reason why you have to ask,” I say while trying to withhold my anger. “You can do as you please. I have no problem with that.” “Great,” he says. “Then I’ll do just that.” “Is that all you wanted to ask?” “Yes,” he says. We start toward the door, walking alongside each other. I covered my tracks well, so I’m not worried about being caught, but there could always be something I missed, and that fills me with nervous energy. “Please, do send my regards to your wife,” Fredrick says. “I trust I’ll see both of you at my first-born’s wedding this weekend?” “Yes, we’ll see you there. Again, thank you for the invitation.” We part ways. I didn’t notice anything that might suggest that he suspects I was involved in this. My father never told the truth to anyone, and neither did I. I’ve been keeping it deep inside of me for years and feeling it fester inside of me. They have no reasons to think I helped her. I drive back to my house. I mostly work from the office there, unless when there are things I have to do elsewhere. I loosen my tie, and sit behind my desk. The meeting replays in my mind, and I turn over every word that was said for an accusation somewhere. I find none. My father always told me that I had to be careful with the other Alphas. We were friendly to each other superficially, but deep down, we hated each other. They wouldn’t hesitate to bring me down if they found out what really happened. I open the drawer closest to me and under all the documents, I find what I’m looking for. Every time I look at it, I feel this deep sense of shame, but I can never force myself to throw it out. Delaney looks different than the last time I saw her, which was right after I rejected her. Her face lost its youthfulness in prison, and the eyes that were staring back at me were dead. Empty. A new mugshot came out every year, and I never failed to get my hands on one of them. The door opens unexpectedly, and Carla walks into the office. I slip the picture back in the drawer and leave it open. “So?” she asks. “How was the meeting?” I didn’t really think about what I’d say to Carla. Over the years, we never mentioned Delaney, not once. I don’t know how she’ll react to the news. But I can’t lie to her about it, so I tell her the truth. “A prisoner was discharged earlier this week by mistake, and we have to do everything to find her.” “What?” she asks. “How could such a thing happen?” “That’s what we’ll be investigating,” I say. Carla is shocked, but she doesn’t ask me who the prisoner is, and I realize why. There are many of them across both prisons. Why would she ask for a name when she doesn’t know any of them? “Wow,” she says. “I’m shocked.” “Don’t be,” I tell her. “We’ll take care of this. It was simply a misunderstanding.” Carla nods, and then looks away from me. I have the feeling that she wants to say something, but then she decides against it. “I have a few things to do today. I’ll be back later.” “See you then,” is all I say. Once she’s gone, I take the picture out again and stare at it for a few minutes longer.DelaneyOnly, the meal doesn't end as peacefully as I thought it would. We finish eating and Paola orders something they call Coal, which is a mass of gooey chocolate mixed with biscuit crumbs and nuts that’s absolutely delicious. It’s the best dessert I’ve ever had in my entire life, and I eat most of the bowl by myself and ignore the dirty look that Pollux gives me. I find that it’s easier when I act like he doesn’t exist. I didn’t have a problem with him before, but now I do. Does he think that he’s the only one who’s capable of being prejudiced against strangers? I don’t know him and yet, I have a terrible impression of him already. What kind of person judges another so harshly without knowing them? How can he assume that I’m a cold-blooded killer when his sister and I were in the can for very similar reasons?Only, she actually killed the man who was going to kill Pollux, and I never hurt anyone. My crime was being Omega and cursed. But I don’t want to talk about that anymor
DelaneyI still don't understand anything that's going on, because after Pollux says that, we sit still for a very long time and Connor serves the men the same thing we ate. I wish I had a way of communicating with Paola. I want to ask her so many questions. What's going to happen? Why did the others leave while we stayed behind? It’s frustrating that I have no ways of obtaining answers. I’ll have to wait and see. The air around us is crackling with tension. I find it a little hard for me to breathe. I wait expectantly to see what will happen, and honestly, I’m not looking forward to it at all. I’m not left wondering for too long after this thought crosses my mind, because the signal happens to be a sharp whistle, and everyone gets to work. The two men—who up until the whistle had been occupying a table close to the door—stand up and lock it. The visitors turn to look at them, confused, but they don’t act quickly enough. Connor reappears from the kitchen with a meat cleaver in h
Delaney“Are you going to tell me why the hell there are people after you?” Pollux asks right away. “And don’t lie to me. Don’t tell me that you don’t know what they’re talking about.”I feel extremely helpless right now. Having to explain myself to him is not something I ever thought I would have to do, but right now, he’s the one in charge, and unless I want to leave this place and try my luck elsewhere, I’ll have to cooperate. “I might have an idea,” I admit. “But I’m not sure. Nothing makes a lot of sense to me.”His rigid stance speaks volumes about his impatience. I lick my lips and say, “When I left the prison, they gave me an envelope with a new identity and instructions to leave the city. But Paola brought me here, and I fell in love with this place and what you were all fighting for, so I decided to stay.”“Who sent that to you?” he asks evenly. I shrug. “I don’t know. The letter wasn’t signed.”“Who do you think could’ve sent it?”I never really thought about it. I tell h
DelaneyAfter making our way to the surface, Paola and I don't say much to each other. I tried to convince her that she should stay behind. There's no reason why she should have to suffer because of me; because I was exiled. But Paola refuses to listen. I don't have many belongings. Everything I own fits in a plastic bag, and she mentioned the same thing. The surface feels different this time around. I didn't think I'd see the sky again, but here I am, walking down a lone road with my best friend next to me. Do we have a plan? Absolutely not. I have some money, and it'll really come in handy. I haven't told her about it yet. I guess I'll just have to see where we'll go. "I know a place," Paola tells me. "It's pretty rough, but unless we want to spend the night in the streets, that's is the only place we have to go."I agree, and we head there. Whenever I think about the fact that my plan practically blew up in my face, I feel slightly embarrassed and disappointed. I should’ve kn
DelaneyI hold in my gasp and press my back against the rough brick wall, praying to the goddess that the two men didn’t see me. The man in the alleyway continues whimpering while his assailants hover above him, raining kicks and punches down on him. I look from left to right and don’t spot a single person that I could call for help. They’re going to kill that man. I can’t do a thing to stop them. Years in prison has taught me to mind my own business. What could I do against two men? The least I can do is call for help. I decide to turn away and head back to the hotel, and I run directly into someone. A man. He’s tall and wearing a fitted black suit. A scar is running down the left side of his face, and his hair is tied back in a ponytail. The smile he gives me is wicked, and instills fear in me. Before I know it, he grabs my arm and starts dragging me toward the alleyway. No. I use my free hand to punch him in the face, but that does more damage to him than to me. My fingers ar
Delaney"Cursey," I hear Trevor Whittle say in a sing-song voice. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"Laughter follows his words. I remain hidden behind the huge oak tree and desperately try to catch my breath without making a sound. I breathe shakily behind the hand I placed over my own mouth while my heart slams against my chest. I'll never understand why these elites don't leave me alone. I've done nothing but try to stay out of their way, even at school. But regardless of how much effort I put into being invisible, I can never hide from them. Maybe it's the fact that I'm the only person in the werewolf world who was born under the infamous Black Moon and got to live, or maybe it's my red hair that makes me stand out wherever I go. Nevertheless, these elites—the sons and daughters of the leaders of our pack—follow me and insist on reminding me about my pitiful existence every day, and today is yet another one of those days. Only, there are two things that set today apart from
DelaneyThe door of the interrogation room opens, and for once, I see a familiar face.My mother. I try to stand but the chains binding my legs to the chair make it impossible for me to do so. They've bound me to make sure I don't try to escape. According to them, I'm a dangerous criminal. For hours, the detective interrogated me on what happened in the forest, and he simply wrote things down as I explained. I told him the whole unfiltered truth in a shaky voice. I didn't leave a single detail out. After he left, nobody came for me. The plain clock on the wall indicates that three hours passed before my mother walked in here. I'm so glad to see her face, however, she appears grief-stricken and her lips are pressed together in a thin line. As she takes a seat directly across from me, she asks, "What have you done, Delaney? What have you done?"Tears gather in my eyes and cascade down my cheeks. Her accusation settles in the pit of my stomach and makes me feel physically sick. "I di
DelaneyI'm sitting on the dirty floor my cell with my arms around my knees. Ten years. Ten. That's how long I'll be expected to stay imprisoned for the murder of Trevor. Due to the fact that he hurt me, I was given a lower sentence. That's the information I received afterward as I was being brought here to the prison. "Courtesy of the Alpha and the judge," the officer told me before spitting at my feet. "It's certainly more than an Omega like you deserve."Most police officers are Gammas, so they're higher in rank than us. Omegas are considered the weakest people in every pack, and I'm pretty sure we'd all be killed if they—the higher-ups— didn't need people to clean after them. I'm numb. My brutal reality hasn't sunk in yet, and so as a result, I have this feeling like all of this is temporary and I'll go home soon. I haven't quite accepted the fact that I'll be imprisoned for ten years. I couldn't say how many hours passed since I was shoved in my cell. The bottom bunk bed indi