Alpha Unleashed (2 page)

“And if that doesn't work, maybe tiring your body out while you're awake will give your mind a chance to relax,” Dastien said. “Either way, you need more sparring practice.”

I rolled my eyes. This had become a thing with him. All the Weres had been training to fight their whole lives and Dastien was one of the best Cazadores—the Were fighters who hunted everything that went
bump
in the night. I'd say it pained him that I was so bad at fighting, but I knew the only reason it bothered him was because he wanted me to be able to defend myself. Which was probably a good thing, considering.

“Fine. A little gym time won't kill me. I've been spending too much time digging through old books anyhow.” I drummed my fingers against my leg. The only productive thing I'd been able to do was cook up potions. I had a whole pile of vials on my desk, just waiting for the next attack. “And if that doesn't work?”

“We'll go for a run. Shift.” Meredith sat on the edge of my bed. “We keep trying stuff until something works. You have to get out of your own way. Just break free from your thoughts and relax, and I'm sure your visions will come back.”

Just relax.
Easier said than done these days.

As soon as I thought I had a grip on my powers, they changed again. Even if they were working normally—whatever that meant—Tia Rosa had made it clear that visions of the future couldn't be controlled. They'd come or they wouldn't.

She said I had to have faith.

Well, I had plenty of faith, but in myself?

Not so much. Not anymore.

Chapter Two

I did an hour of yoga with Meredith, but all I felt was exhausted. She wanted to do a long meditation after, but there was no way I wanted to fall asleep and go straight into another nightmare. So, Dastien got his way.

After two hours of martial arts training and zero visions, people started filtering into the gym. That was my cue to get the hell out. I was used to being watched—stared at—but ever since Luciana had stripped me, the attention made me anxious… Which in turn made me feel weak. It was dumb. There was no reason to feel this way, but I couldn't control it. Dastien said that I hadn't had time to deal with my emotions, but the problem was that I wouldn't have time anytime soon.

Eventually I'd find a way to process all of it. I might even make some therapist rich with how much help I needed. For now, I needed to focus on digging out whatever vision was taking up all the room in my subconscious.

After yet another shower—this one much warmer than the last—I decided food was very much a necessity. Dastien had stayed behind to train with Cazadores, but I figured he'd end up at the cafeteria before too long. If I was hungry, he had to be, too.

In case no one else was eating, I grabbed a book on magic and headed across the well-manicured quad to the squat brick building that held the cafeteria. I passed two sophomore Weres. I wasn't paying attention to them until one shoved the other. They shredded their clothes as they shifted to their wolf forms—snarling and swiping claws at each other.

One of them let out a yelp of pain, and I froze.

I had two choices. Keep walking and let them work it out, or step in and stop the fight.

Screw it. I'd had enough of the constant fighting. “Knock it off.” I yelled the command at them, backed with a healthy dose of alpha power. The wolves froze. “Jesus. No more fighting. You're like a bunch of cranky toddlers.” They rolled over, showing me their soft underbellies. I took that as agreement the fight would end there. “Have a nice day, boys,” I said as I started back across the quad.

But still, this was getting ridiculous. If the alphas didn't come to some sort of agreement soon, I was worried what would happen to the pack. These little fights among the students were yet another glaring example of their division rippling through the pack bonds.

Someone had to step in and make some real decisions soon or there'd be no pack left to fight Luciana.

I braced myself as I opened the door to the cafeteria, hoping that Meredith or Donovan would be inside. Chris was definitely still in the gym. He'd come in as I was leaving. But I hadn't seen Meredith, and she wasn't in our suite. Adrian was probably out running the Cazadores course yet again. That thing was a beast of obstacles, but he was determined to beat the challenge time. To become some ultimate fighter.

The scent of waffles, omelets, bacon, fruit, and some sort of sweet pastry filled the air. I'd definitely need to hunt one of those pastries down. They weren't an everyday thing, but man, when the chef made them, they were to die for.

As I moved through the room, conversations went silent. Of the thirty or so round tables, only one was completely full. Joseph's little clique. His dad was the Alpha of the Canadian pack, and he thought that made him God's gift to the world. Ever since Mr. Hoel died, they'd separated themselves. I hadn't noticed until I literally bumped into one of them, and couldn't feel their connection to the pack. I'd brought it up to Mr. Dawson and the rest of the group, but no one was doing anything about it. No one seemed the least bit concerned.

But I knew in my bones that they were going to be trouble. If not now, then soon.

The group at the table had grown today. They had two girls sitting with them—a blonde and a red head. My gaze stuck on the blonde. Something about the way she moved her hand…

If that's Imogene, then—

She turned, and I got a full look at her face.

Shit. That
was
Imogene Hoel. Just fantastic. Her father was part of the reason our pack was so fractured. If she was sitting with those guys, then this was definitely more of a problem than I'd thought.

And now I wanted to kick myself. I'd stuck up for her when they were going to boot her out of the pack… Which was one of the stupidest things I'd ever done. It'd seemed right at the time, but apparently it was coming back to bite me in the ass.

Imogene sneered at me and nudged the redhead beside her. The redhead turned.

Shannon. I fought to keep my face neutral as I returned her glare. Meredith was going to freak out when she found out that Shannon was hanging with that group.

Shannon shot me a nasty look and said something to the boys, who started snickering. I guessed she wasn't over me yelling at her for going through my spell books. Or maybe she was still peeved that I had Dastien and she didn't. Whatever the reason behind that look, I didn't care. I didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

I made my way to the food. Shannon and Imogene would probably ignore me as long as I ignored them, but seeing them with those guys made me wonder about their connection to the pack.

As I heaped my tray with food, I focused on the pack bonds—the little strings of magic that tied all the Weres in the pack together. I'd never spoken to the guy who stood next to me, shoveling pancakes onto his plate, but I could sense my connection to him and to everyone else who obeyed Mr. Dawson as their alpha.

The strings of magic and alpha energy created a web through the cafeteria, connecting the werewolves to each other. Even some of the Cazadores who weren't exactly part of this pack had distant ties—barely visible, but there. Which made sense since nearly all Weres were tied to each other through the rule of the Seven.

Everyone except for Shannon, Imogene, and their round-table of sucky people. I couldn't feel anything from them.

Dastien.
I called to him through our bond.

As soon as I focused on him, I could feel his rapid breath as he backed away from whoever he was sparring.
Are you okay?

Yeah. But that group is at the table again and I still can't feel their bond. And now Imogene and Shannon are with them…

We already told Michael. He said they're cleared.

Maybe they shouldn't be.
It wasn't like Mr. Dawson was totally infallible.

I'll tell Michael about Imogene and Meredith, but there's nothing we can do until they act out against the pack. Just keep an eye on them.

Will do.
I didn't like it, but if the pack alphas wanted to hide in a room and argue all day pretending the pack was fine, then it wasn't my place to question
.

Pushing my frustration aside, I ordered my usual bacon, cheddar, and avocado omelet. The more calories packed in there, the better. I had some serious studying to do and I needed to focus until lunch. I had a few witchcraft books I'd dug up at the back of the library, and I planned to keep working through them. The more I knew about magic, the better.

As I moved past their table, the hair rose on my arms. The group stayed quiet, and I purposely knocked my elbow into one of the guys.

“Watch it,” he said.

“Sorry,” I mumbled the word as I hurried past, but I'd already gotten what I needed.

There was no connection when we touched. It didn't make sense.

Unless they were working with another alpha who didn't answer to the Seven. But that was impossible. Mr. Hoel was dead. I knew it for a fact. I was the one who'd killed him. And the wolves loyal to him had left or been driven out.

So, maybe magic had made their bonds disappear. But they couldn't be working for Luciana… Could they?

No. And they weren't what I needed to be focusing on. Finding the magic to defeat Luciana and her demons was priority number one. I couldn't let whatever pranks they were pulling divide my attention. Especially when Mr. Dawson said not to worry about it.

I settled at a table by myself and flipped open my book—
Crystals: The Art of Harnessing Magic Through the Elements—
while I ate.

I was halfway through my second plate when Meredith finally showed. She saw me wave and headed my way.

“Hey.” She looked flawless in her cut-off shorts and tank. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, showing off one big streak of hot pink down the side of her head. “I missed you in the dorms.”

“I know. Where were you?”

A slow grin spread across her face. “On a run.”

“Should've guessed.” Now that she could shift, she was making up for lost time, going on forest runs with Donovan at every chance.

She pulled out a chair and settled down. “How was training after I left?”

I played with my half-eaten plate of hash browns. “It was fine. Ate more mat than I wanted to.”

“That sounds awesome.” Like every other Were, Meredith was an amazing fighter. Watching her and Shannon sparing during my first martial arts class had been insane. Not to mention intimidating.

“Yep. It was
super
awesome.” Sarcasm dripped from the words.

“Did you make any progress with your visions?”

I flipped the book shut and leaned back in my chair. “No. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel like there's something on the tip of my tongue. Something big that I'm forgetting. And it's driving me mad…” I trailed off when I noticed Meredith staring hard at something behind me. I quickly glanced over my shoulder. “What?”

“What's Shannon doing with that group?” Her lips pressed into a tight, thin line. “And is that
Imogene
?” Meredith and I might be split on how we felt about Shannon, but we totally agreed on Imogene.

I turned back to my now-cold omelet and took a bite. “I know,” I said after a second. “Looks like they're BFFs now.”

She scrunched up her nose as she thought. “Why is she with those guys? Shannon has nothing in common with them. She's from the Irish pack. And
Imogene
?
Really
?” Meredith stared at them like she could glean answers off them. “Maybe if we all try reaching out to her, she'll sit with us again.”

I'd explained what happened between Shannon and I while Meredith was sick, but she didn't understand. For better or worse, they'd been friends since forever. Their parents were friends and they'd grown up taking vacations together. Meredith was loyal, almost to a fault, and that meant she refused to give up on Shannon. “We tried that, remember? It didn't work.”

“I should go over. Try talking to her again.”

I nearly rolled my eyes. Meredith had tried talking to Shannon, and in her defense—Shannon was still nice to
her
, but it was a losing battle. Shannon would obviously rather be with her new friends than us.

Meredith started to stand up, but I grabbed her hand. “I wouldn't—”

“I have to try.”

I let her go as I tried to think of a way to say what I needed to say without making it worse. “I don't know. I still can't feel
anyone
at that table through the pack bonds. Including Shannon.”

Meredith crossed her arms as she stared down at me. “Whatever happened between you and her, she wouldn't do anything to harm the pack. Shannon's not capable of that.”

I disagreed, but saying so would only hurt Meredith's feelings. “What if she thought it would help the pack?”
And what if they aren't part of our pack anymore?
I thought the words but didn't say them aloud.

For a second, Meredith's lower lip trembled, and I thought I'd gotten through to her, but then she shook her head. “No. I don't believe that. Not at all.”

I kept my mouth firmly shut. If there was one person I didn't want to piss off, it was Meredith. She'd been my friend—no questions asked—from the beginning. She'd helped me through when all I'd wanted to do was run away from St. Ailbe's. And when I'd sucked at running and kept falling out of windows, she hadn't made fun of me. Much. “I just don't want you to get disappointed.”

“I—” Meredith stopped in the middle of what she was saying, and turned to the door.

It took me a second to figure out what was going on, but then Donovan came into the cafeteria, and started our way. Maybe he'd be able to reach Meredith, because I sure as hell wasn't getting anywhere.