Going down the spiral staircase, I see my brother Lars, the eldest and Alpha of our pack: the Bloodmoon Pack. Sitting across him are Kadien, Aiden and Fiden: my triplet brothers.
Usually, the triplets don’t care about my behaviour and hardly ever have a talk with me, but from the seething expressions of my four dear elder brothers, I was in trouble. Climbing down the last step, I walk into the main lounge and put up a smile and go up to Lars.
“Hey there, pal. What’s up?” I said. In response, I got a death glare, not from one person but four.
“Mind telling us why you and Ashely Migwire fought today. And, what was so bad that you knocked her out, plus giving her a concussion, broken nose and a split lip?” Said Lars, seething. I swear I could see smoke from his ears coming out.
It wasn’t always like this! I hated fighting with people; hell, I hated the sight of blood, but everything had changed since that dreadful day.
On my fifteenth birthday, a rogue attack shattered everything. What began as a peaceful morning run with Mom and Daddy ended in blood and loss. They died protecting me, torn apart by silver blades. I woke three days later from a coma from the sliver poisoning; how I survived, no one knows. My parents were buried, Lars had to return from alpha camp early and take over.
And, I became the target of some pack members, claiming I was the reason for my parent’s death. But my brthers did nothing.
I never lacked anything, whether money, bags, clothes or whatever else; our pack was filthy rich, but what I needed at the time to heal my broken heart was not given: my brother’s care and protection.
I was broken out of my thoughts when Lars cleared his throat. Unconsciously, my hand went to the scar on my shoulder that was left by the knife that day. Lars had caught the movement, and his eyes softened a bit; even the triplets sighed in helplessness. It was a thing I did; whenever I remembered that day, my hand was automatically there, a permanent reminder of that day.
Sighing, Lars came forward and hugged me and said,
“Look, Lyla, this is the tenth fight you’ve gotten into this month. This has to stop. Bloodmoon is your family; everyone loves you. You need to stop this. You are part of the alpha family, our only sister and the female Alpha of this pack. You need to be a role model, not some wayward.” He finished.
If only he knew. I had never told any of my brothers about the bullying; when it started, they were so busy trying to control everything that they hardly ever had time. I didn’t want to put additional tension on their heads. Over time, I got used to it and learned to fight back. But, now it was getting annoying. Did they only see quirks in me and not the other person? Why was I always blamed? Couldn’t the other person have done something? Untangling myself from Lars, I looked at him and my other brothers.
“Did you ever think that maybe it could be Ashley’s fault and she deserved what she got?” I said.
I heard them sigh and shake their heads, probably in disappointment. Well, there’s a familiar gesture I get to see a lot nowadays.
“L, even if that is the case, what about the other nine times? All the people you had gotten into fights with were from that group, and you left everyone literally battered and bruised. You know you have pure alpha blood running in you, and you are stronger than them. So how is it fair?” Said Kaiden
“He’s right, L; things have gotten out of hand now. You’re starting to scare people in the pack. No one blamed you over the years because of what happened; you were traumatized, and at the time, we thought that this was your way of dealing with things, but this, this is just bat-shit crazy, L. You gave her a concussion, and she’s yet to wake up. You know she isn’t eighteen and does not heal as fast as she should since she has no wolf.” I heard Aiden say.
At the time? Way of dealing? He didn’t just say that, and the rest did not just nod in agreement. How dare they? I didn’t deal with this! I hid it in the darkest part of me! They weren’t there, no one was there, they didn’t see what I saw that day. And, they dare to blame me when they are equally at fault for my behaviour. Where were they when I needed them?
I didn’t notice tears falling on my cheeks till I reached out and rubbed them. I was done; I didn’t need this. They’re supposed to listen and then judge, but all they’ve done is judge.
“I’m done, so done. That narcissistic idiot deserved it. Believe it or not, I’m not stupid and don’t hit people without reason.” I said as I turned and ran back to my room. Slamming the door and locking it, I went under the sheets.
Mom and daddy said I was special, special my foot. People who are special get treated right, but nowadays, it hardly feels like that.
