Getting Back With The Alpha

She is lying on the ground with a gunshot in her head, and as I see her right now. Who did this to her? I don't understand why it couldn't have been me or anyone else. When I looked closer, I noticed that a guy was standing there with a rifle in his hand and staring at her body.

She has been my closest friend ever since I was born, the only person who was aware of my secret and the only other werewolf with whom I had a mutually harmonious relationship. The girl to whom I confided everything, the girl who helped me get through my first full moon, the girl who helped me get through my first heartbreak, and the girl who made sure I was okay after I took the life of an innocent person. Even though she had a bullet in her skull, I stood there and watched her. Nothing could make me move. The entire body of mine felt numb.

"Harriet, I know what you and Fleurette are," he informed her.

My partner, the young man with whom I was much in love. Totally and completely enamored with the boy who transformed me into a more compassionate and gentler person. I was able to let down my guard and reveal my whole heart to him. I could not imagine my life without the son I had spent my entire life guarding and protecting. There was no way I could tell him that I was a werewolf. I was aware that he would take my life. When it comes to the supernatural world, his family is a well-known and respected group of hunters. Despite the fact that I told him everything else in the entire world, I chose to keep this one item from him. With all of my heart and soul, I put my trust in him. Subsequently, he ends up killing Fleurette, who is my closest friend.

"Wesley...Why, why would you even think of doing this!" Suddenly, I found myself filled with wrath, and I yelled at him.

"Harriet, you were aware that this was going to take place at some point. The only thing I was doing was waiting for the right opportunity. Since you are aware of the fact that you are unable to conceal this information from me for an infinite amount of time," he moves closer to me while maintaining the gun in his hand and cups his other hand over my face.

"I come from a family of princesses and hunters. Or did you not believe that they would not have imparted any knowledge to me? This includes the ability to identify werewolves based on how a person behaves, how they are feeling emotionally, and how they approach particular situations." He enters the room and begins to wander around it. The expression on his face is dispassionate as if he had known from the moment we first met that he was going to do this.

"Everything you spoke to me throughout the course of the past year was meaningless, whether it was about going to the beach, going to carnivals, or climbing to the tallest possible building so that we could watch the night. None of that was significant in any way. The only thing you wanted to do was to take Fleurette's life and mine." I said this with tears flowing down my face, the anger dissipating and being replaced by complete and utter despair because I had finally come to terms with the fact that I had not only lost my partner but also my best friend for good.

"I am very sorry, sweety girl. You should know that there was a time when I didn't want to kill you, but your species was responsible for the death of my sister, and I just couldn't allow your kind to get away with it so easily. Indeed, your family was the one responsible for the death of my sister. I'll bet you didn't even consider it. During the spree that your older brother Henry went on, my sister got caught in the crossfire. Consequently, it is only right that I also take away his sister." There was a gun pointed at my head by Wesley.

"I am sure you are aware, Wesley, that my brother has been deceased for the past four years. How the fuck was I supposed to know that he had already had his revenge? He has already received his punishment." As I watch, I notice that he is gripping his revolver more tightly.

"I need to take action before I actually get shot," I thought to myself. "I have to do something."

"You don't know anything, Harriet, do you? Don't you know that? You probably don't even remember the four people whose lives you've taken since the day you were born. At this moment, I have the opportunity to exact revenge for the lives that you have taken away from me." When Wesley was about to fire, he said.

I ducked as soon as I noticed that he was moving his pointer finger such that it was gripping the trigger. I heard the gun go off as soon as I ducked, and I proceeded to get up and tackle him into the glass table that was in front of us simultaneously. I forced him to take the rifle away from him, and then I climbed on top of him and pulled out my claws. They were held up to his neck by me.

"I was surprised to see that you were willing to give up so easily, Wesley. You need to learn how to fight like a fucking beast." I spit at him, my entire body fueled by the anger that I feel.

"Wesley, I swear to you that I will not kill you. To tell you the truth, I do not care that I have killed innocent people. Yes, I have killed them. But I am going to do this so that anytime you forget about me, you will be able to remember that I am out there waiting for you to come back to me so that I can take out your fucking heart and display it for your entire fucking family to see." I respond, and then I take my free hand and bring my pointer finger up to my chin while keeping my claw pointed out. A deep scratch was applied to his cheek, just enough to leave a scar that would last for the rest of his life. I brought it up to his cheek.

"Goodbye, Wesley." In order to prevent him from expressing any thoughts or opinions regarding what I had just done, I pounded his head into the ground with the shattered pieces of glass. He became unconscious as a result of this.

After getting up, I made my way to Fleurette by foot. I knelt down to her body, brushed her hair out of her face, and used my fingers to close her eyes, which were still open. Blood was dripping down her face as I did this.

To God, Fleur, I am very sorry for what I have done. All of our plans were laid out in advance.

"Oh, God, I wish I could be here to protect you," I said as I began to crumble into tears.

I am no longer able to have a home in New York. It is impossible for me to remain in this house with my family, and it is much more impossible for me to remain here and think of Fleur' lifeless body lying on the ground. Taking out my phone, I dialed a number that I was confident would be answered by someone.

"Hello?" As the voice stated.

"Alex, can you do me a huge favor, please, and don't tell my parents." Even while I sob on the phone, I am virtually begging him to help me.

It's Alexander. Someone with whom I spent my childhood and with whom I developed a deep connection. Due to the fact that we were both born into powerful werewolf families, we were nearly brought up together. The only person I could put my faith in was him.

Oh, please take it easy. With apprehension, he inquired, "What exactly is wrong, Harriet?"

"Fleurette was murdered by Wesley, and I am unable to remain here. Kindly get me out of New York as soon as possible. Kindly let me know if you have a safe location for me to stay." When it comes to dealing with this situation, I will do everything.

I came across as heartless when I made this statement. The sobbing had ceased at that point, and the reality that they were both truly gone made life feel like a movie.

"As you listen, Hattie, I have a property in the state of California in a community known as Anaheim Hills. Do you remember the location where my family spent their childhood? My apartment is located there, and there is a pack that is able to assist you and make you feel welcome because they are there. I am able to make some connections and get you accepted into Anaheim Hills High School. Is that okay? Even though I am aware of what you are going through, I will not inform your parents about it. Just make sure they are aware that you are doing okay." Alexander stated in a serious manner.

"Yes, I will, and I beg you, Alex, I have to go away from here. I can travel across the entire country and bring all that I require." I said, trying to figure out how I was going to accomplish this in what I hoped would be a day.

"When is the soonest you're leaving?"

"I'm going to pack my things and leave a note for my parents today, and I'm going to leave by tonight because it's only 2:40 in the afternoon," I stated when I looked at the clock.

"Hattie, you must make certain that you get to your destination without incident. It is true, and I am sorry for everything that you are going through right now. There are some individuals in Anaheim Hills who are able to assist you in getting through this."

"It is my pleasure, Alexander. Seriously, I'll send you a text message as soon as I arrive. You have my love." My eyes welled up with tears as I spoke.

"Hattie, I love you just as much. Goodbye"

I said "Bye" and shut up the phone before turning my attention to Fleurette's lifeless form. Even now, I couldn't put my faith in it. All that is required of me is to leave her body and let my parents take care of it when they return back to the house. I really hope that they do not despise me for making this choice.

I went into my room and immediately began packing all of my essential items and the outfits that I needed to wear. After that, I grab each and every piece of luggage. In light of the fact that my family was essentially wolf royalty, they had a lot of money, which meant that I had a lot of money as well. The most significant things that I carry are my memories, such as photographs and books, in addition to my hair supplies, clothing, shoes, and makeup. And so on. I pause for a moment and gaze at a picture that contains Wesley, Fleurette, and me all together. It seems like an eternity ago when it happened.

When I was finished packing, I started loading the items into my car. I continued packing until I was finished. As a Porsche 911, my vehicle had a limited amount of space available to me. I never imagined that I would be required to bring it with me on a journey across the country.

My decision to leave a letter came after I had finished packing my car. I first started writing once I obtained a pen and some paper.

"To my Mother and Father...

Although I am deeply sorry to depart, I am unable to remain in New York any longer. It is obvious that I am probably the worst daughter in the world for doing this, especially considering the fact that you have always been so encouraging and have provided me with everything that I have required or desired. On the other hand, as you can see, something took place. Wesley was aware of our family and Fleurette's position in the family. There was Fleurette, the first person he saw, and he ended up killing her. When I returned home, I saw her body lying on the ground below me, with a bullet wound in her head. In addition to that, I observed Wesley sitting there with a firearm in his hand. Following his threat to take my life, I managed to avoid his bullet and then proceeded to tackle him through the table. Because he would have been able to escape with such ease, I decided not to murder him. Leaving him for you people to deal with is what I did. Considering that my dearest buddy throughout my entire life passed away, I am no longer able to reside there. It is impossible for me to return home from school and picture her lifeless body lying on the ground once I get there. In order to leave New York, I was able to have some assistance from a good friend of mine. I implore you not to come looking for me since I require some time off. In due time, I will certainly return. I simply require some time to process and recover. As of today, I have lost both my closest friend and the boy I love. There is a good chance that I will have left New York by the time you guys are reading this. We are extremely grateful to you, Mom and Dad, for everything that you have done. I will never be able to adequately convey my appreciation. Both of you have done an excellent job of instructing me on how to behave in self-defense situations so that I can take care of myself. Be careful, and know that I love you both so very much. Very soon, I will be returning."