My arm was troubling. Not that it would last long, me being a werewolf and all, but it didn't make me hate less the damn needles.

— Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? — Brian asked me, laughing again. If I hadn't seen his wolf hundreds of times already, I would have thought he was a hyena.

— You only think that because it wasn't you taking the shots... — I murmured with a pout. — I hate those things.

— Ha! Glad to know you have at last one week spot. — He said while organizing his needles.week spot. — He said while organizing his needles.

I got out of the cot, dressing a new shirt, that Colin had brought me from my room, and waited for the doctor to finish and stand before me. It was his turn to sigh, his face sobering.

— It's not his fault-

— I know it's not! — I crossed my arms — That wolf may have been a rogue, but he was still Alpha material... He would have killed him had he tried to stop the intruder or sound the damn alarm.

He looked at me for a second or two before answering.

— I wasn't referring to the fight incident. It's an Alpha's job description. — Curving down, he looked me in the eyes — John would never let it pass though, you can't blame Colin- No. You can't blame anyone of this pack for using him as a standard. This has been everything they know their whole lives.

— It's been years already.

— Not everybody can forget as quickly as you.

— Yeah, — I said distractedly, as I touched the scar on my face. — Already forgotten.

He made his way to the front door, and I followed, passing some other members of the pack. They gave us a look, downcast their eyes and disappeared, running away to one of the many hallways. I took a deep breath. It's not as they were giving me any chance anyway. Sometimes I wondered if Brian was right to leave the pack house and go find a place to live by himself. I knew we had strength in numbers, but the situation was starting to get pretty ridiculous.

We stopped by the porch, and I look behind me, at the big wooden door. The place was huge; it needs to be, to accommodate the pack. Still, I never did like it. It looked so large and pompous, despite the small rustic details. The entire structure was made by the last Alpha's family, and I didn't bother changing it. It was no wonder why any of the pack lesser members saw me as another crude ruler. I never did anything so they would think otherwise.

— When was the last time you called a pack meeting? — Brian spoke, making me turn around to face him. Looking up, from where he stood down the stairs, he glanced at the windows of the second and third floors.

— It should be almost over a year now,— I looked at the ground, slightly ashamed of myself.

— I know that you didn't take this position because you wanted it Thalia, but now you have it, and you can't run away from it. — He looked around the field that surrounded our home, and into the forest. — You may not treat them as bad as John used to — I cringed at his name — but you are not doing any better.

— You aren't afraid of me. — I smiled at him.

— I knew you pretty well way before all of this. — He smiled back. — Call up a meeting Thalia. Hear them out. If you don't go to them, they will never have courage enough to come to you.

I looked back at the house, in time to see a little kid hide behind the curtains on a window in the first floor.

— I never meant it to be like this...

— Neither did they.

I looked back at the doctor and smirked.

— Are you sure you still don't want to be my second in command?

He wrinkled his nose and started walking to his car again.

— Come on; it would be great! — I screamed, teasingly to him. He waved his hand without turning, dismissing me.

— Well, — I sighed aloud — A meeting it is then!