Big Bad Alphas

I imagined death to be a flash of light then darkness. Nothing but darkness. Everything simply shuts off and you are erased from the world and all of its glory. Frightening, isn't it?

The gun shot rings in my ears and I wait for the flash of light, or whatever may come. In this moment, I am open to anything.

My largest and only regret will be my lack of a goodbye to my mate, as Alpha Kenn got impatient. Hopefully Eric knows that I loved him unconditionally, probably too much, if that is possible. I will die for him, so hopefully that shows him my feelings. If I focus on the things I will miss, I will regret my decision, and it is too late for that.

God, I just love him so much. I want to touch him again, to feel his skin on mine, to hear his voice. Everything about him made me feel fulfilled. Knowing that we will never be intimate again... it is terrible. If this is death, me and my thoughts, then I am sure in hell. The rest of my thoughts will contain Eric in some way, what I can no longer have, feel, taste, smell. The smell of him, my God.

"Isabella!"

"Get down!"

Something plows into me, taking me to the hard floor of purgatory, which is uneven and familiar. My eyes shoot open—I did not know that action was still available—and I see grass. In death, I am a ghost. This seems like a good deal, at least I can still see my mate everyday. I can scare Kendra towards the right boys.

Finding humor in death may be my only way of coping with it.

Then I feel it. The sensation, the particular one I was so disappointed in loosening just moments ago. My mates touch, the feel of his skin. Did he die also?

"Isabella, are

There it is,

eyes again and peer upwards. "Am I dead?"

"No," he breathes out,

of the gun in my ears. Everything has a white mist over it, like in a dream. Eric said I have

see his face one last time before he pushes himself up and grabs me

to lift myself up. Eric, I catch him running off, fighting the Wolfsbane when he suddenly shifts. He seems more stable in his

going to loose my lunch. My eyes roll from side to side, and that is when I see her, and that is when it all makes sense. She is why I am alive. Olivia.

eye, she seems to be suffocating, as her chest is still, unmoving. Her arms are out straight in the position they

I realize the danger we are in. My last question is answered when I follow

my head, I stumble towards Olivia and grab her arms, pulling them down. She refuses to look at me, her eyes glued to the man she had just killed. Tears tumble from her eyes, confusing me. Why is

  "I-I-I," she struggles,

full of disbelief. I place both my hands on the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. "We have

him!" She cries, bringing her hands to her face, covering her mouth and nose as she stares at Alpha Kenn's body. There is a bullet hole in his chest and blood rushes from it, seeping into his clothes and hardly reaching the dirt underneath him.

frozen chest. I now realize her pain. For she had just