The Rogue Warrior

Chapter Two - Sibling Rivalry

The high school wasn't far. River and I walked and chatted along the way. She was hoping as much as every other she wolf that her mate would be among the the Blue Moon werewolves visiting today. She also, had not yet found her mate and she was already 19 years old.

"Alana, stay alert," Cyra's voice was low, but sounding alarmed.

River must have noticed him before I did. She froze in her tracks staring straight ahead at the blur in the distance. My eyes followed where she was looking.

Owen was standing there waiting for us. I couldn't understand why getting Alana out of school was such a big deal, but I knew that wasn't what this was about. It was about control.

He stood there with his arms crossed as if he was ready to scold me yet again. He typically always got us out of trouble and even would cover for us with mom and dad. However, it's been awhile since he's done anything like that. Now, we had become enemies before I knew what a real enemy was.

"Go get Alana," I told River. "He is my brother after all," I added. I knew River was naturally stronger than me, but this was my fight.

"If it were up to me, you'd be my Gamma," she whispered in my ear before darting off towards the school. She was too quick for Owen to catch up and being a beta, he couldn't stop her even if he wanted to.

"Stop policing me," I snapped angrily, walking closer to him. Cyra was pacing back and forth in my mind. She wanted to take control and put him in his place.

The air around me suddenly felt on fire. I could feel both my anger and Cyra's building up inside of me. The morning sun felt more intense than usual and even the wind couldn't cool me down as it normally did. Anger was clouding my mind. I had marched so close up to Owen that I could feel his breath on my face. My werewolf hearing could hear the quickening of his heart beat. His own anger bubbling from my close proximity. I was challenging him. I had enough. He had become a bully and bullies needed to be taught a lesson.

"Leave me alone. Get out of my way, or I will make you," I warned him with narrowed green eyes.

"Someone needs to knock you off your high horse. Who do you think you are! You can't just do whatever the f**k you want. There are consequences for your actions," he growled showing his teeth. His fangs and nails had already elongated. It was a partial shift, something very few werewolves could do. Alpha Rocco, Blaze, Owen, and I were the only ones in the pack that could do it as far as I knew.

"I think I'm going to get my sister," I sneered between my clenched teeth. My own fangs starting to lengthen as well.

"Punch him," I heard Cyra snap, but I didn't. Instead I attempted to walk around him.

As I did, I felt a hard hit to the side of my head that sent me flying onto the ground. My breath slipped out of my lungs from the sudden, harsh impact. He had punched me.

"I told you to punch him," Cyra grumbled in frustration at me.

I brought my hand to my head in shock, and before I knew it he was on top of me. His hazel eyes met my green ones. His face was so close to mine that our noses were almost touching. I could feel Cyra fighting against me to take control of my body and fight him herself, but I didn't let her. He was still my brother and I didn't want to fight.

"You will never be Gamma, and you will stop getting into trouble. You are a good for nothing nuecance," he hissed. He had one hand wrapped around my throat and the other holding down one of my arms. His body was straddled over me, using his weight to hold me in place.

His eyes looked over me and for what reason I'm not sure. Perhaps seizing me up as an opponent, perhaps it was something else. I bit my lip in an attempt to restrain myself from fighting back. Even I didn't want to cause too much trouble on the day we were supposed to have visitors from another pack. However, I lost my temper when I felt his grip around my throat tighten to the point I could barely get any air through, and he simply smiled down at me.

I used my one free hand to strike him across the face with a hook followed by using my hips to throw him off of me.

Right before I could fully stand up he was already on his feet and sweeping my legs out from under me. I grabbed him and threw him on the ground with me as I fell. I used his own force against him. He grunted as his back slammed on the ground, but he wasted no time getting back up.

We were both now on our feet. This time, I listened to Cyra and started punching him. Not once, but repeatedly. At first, he dodged or blocked all of my blows, but then some hit their target- his face. One of my punches he grabbed and twisted my arm so that I cried out in pain. He then punched me in the face again. I could feel blood slowly dripping down the side of my face from what I presumed was a cut from the impact. I wasted no time using my claws to scratch across his face, returning the favor.

As he lunged for me I jumped on him. I tackled him to the ground with all of my force. He hit the ground beneath all my weight. I noticed he started frantically gasping for air. The wind must have been knocked from his lungs. I took the opportunity to land as many punches and scratches as I could. I busted him in the eye, the throat, the nose, all the vulnerable places. I showed no mercy and my wolf howled with victory.

I was interupted by a strong force yanking me off of him so violently that I almost fell on my face. I whipped around ready to strike whoever it was, but I froze. It was River and Alana. River was smirking at me, but Alana had tears in her eyes.

"How could you, he's our brother," she whispered sadly. Her striking green eyes watching Owen as he grumbled and struggled to stand up. His hands cradling his beaten face. I thought that beating him would make me feel powerful, but it didn't. Truth was, I didn't feel any different. Except I knew I earned my spot as Gamma in the pack.

"He punched me!" I exclaimed to her, but she wouldn't even look at me. Even Cyra was quiet now. Even the wild shewolf had a soft spot for my sister. I felt a wave of guilt looking at her face even though I knew my actions were justified.

"Mother won't like this," Alana said the tears now dripping down her face one by one.

"Fights happen," River told her, but she didn't seem to hear her. The dark haired girl then turned to me. "I will talk to her, you might want to clean up before the visitors arrive. Your mom is gonna be pissed and worse, Alpha Rocco."

I crossed my arms and glared at her. I hadn't even started the stupid fight yet and everyone was acting as if I had.

"The price of being the Gamma means taking responsibility," River explained. I felt a pang of jealousy as I watched the beautiful blue-eyed shewolf. She was both beauty and brains.

"Fine, but we can't leave Owen here," I said gesturing to him as he stood on shakey feet.

"I'm fine," he snapped harshly and then wincing at the pain on his face. I had clearly broken his nose. His eyes were already changing colors. "You don't look to good yourself," he smirked, wincing again at the pain of moving his face.

"At least I can talk without flinching," I growled only to be snapped at by Alana.

"Shut up!" She screeched. "You two bicker like children!" And with that she stormed off. I wanted to follow her, but I watched as River did and decided to go get cleaned up as the future Beta had suggested.

I headed up to the pack house where all the omegas and some of the other pack members were hurriedly trying to get everything cleaned up and food prepared. Delicious scents of all kinds flooded the pack house. It was so tempting to sneak a bite that was left unattended. I lurked through the large kitchen trying not to salivate.

One of the the cooks must have felt my presence because she whirled around so fast and shook her finger me.

"You will have to wait. Alpha Rocco said most of this is for the guests anyway," the omega explained. Usually the omegas were cooks or cleaned or some other task for the pack. It was whatever typically fit their skill set, but they were never warriors.

"I know, but you are such a good cook, Lyla," I said whimpering. Rather than responding to my complement she suddenly looked taken a back.

"I know you train hard but," she began then quickly turning back to the food she was cooking. I listened to it sizzle for the moment while another omega walked in to help her cook. "You look really beat up," she finished.

"You can ask Owen what happened," I said as I noticed the other omega giving me a pitiful glare. I merely turned away and stalked off to my room, ignoring them. I didn't wait for either of them to respond. I sulked in the new found silence. The group was known for annoying gossip anyway and I didn't want to indulge or give them more to talk about than I already did.

I rushed to my room as fast as I could. Not that I expected anyone to stop me. I didn't get along with that many werewolves anyway.

I stepped into my room with its purple and blue color theme and into the marble bathroom that I shared with Alana. Her room was attached to it by a door on the other side.

I looked in the mirror and was appalled by how my face had swollen a bit on the left side around where the bleeding cut was. Though now the blood had dried to my skin. My right eye was darkened a bit. My neck was also red, but the faint bruise that was there was already healing.

Werewolves could heal much faster than humans so I knew by tomorrow I should be almost good as new.

Quickly I washed up, but decided to not even attempt much makeup to hide it. I did some quick, basic look that I knew I couldn't screw up. As much as I tried to get myself dolled up the way Alana did, I wasn't as artistic or talented with it as she was. So I always opted to keep my makeup simple or none at all. I was running out of time to get ready so I threw my long, auburn hair in a bun. I knew it would disappoint my mother to see me sloppy for our guests, but I didn't have the time today.

I slipped on a blue sundress and rushed out the door.