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.

have everything under control. If necessary, Nathan can give me an extra dose

let us drink a glass of whisky before you go,’ he offers, and Nathan and I nod,

wolfsbane. My head feels fuzzy after just one whisky. That's strange. I try to ignore it, and look up at Nathan, who is swaying

and

and I’m feeling

　　Alpha Tate stands with his arms crossed

　　‘You drugged our drinks,’ I

open, and shift into my lycan; fury overtaking me, before feeling a sharp sting in my arm,

　　Hope

men argue outside. Alpha Tate,

foot tall, covered in shiny black fur,

the cell. The smell of cedarwood overwhelms me

while he is out?’ Sam

be? We will torture him a bit. Put the chains on him before he

drawn to him. I have the urge to reach out and touch his fur. I crawl across the floor, and put my hand through the bars. Alpha Tate grabs

　I cry out in pain,

are you doing?’

I crawl to the other

　He stirs again; breathing deeply at first, before smelling something. Realising he is chained, he growls, and

again and lets out another loud growl, making me flinch. He has seen me flinch, and Alpha

at Alpha Tate but

　Sam hands Alpha Tate a whip. I freeze when Alpha Tate whips him across his chest, and look away, covering my eyes. Tears flood my face. The whip

　‘Stop! Please stop!’ I yell, horrified. Alpha Tate pauses, and glares at me. The lycan uses what strength he has to open his eyes and look at