As soon as I saw the kitchen lights beaming through the break in the trees, I could hear Jackson shouting.
“You can’t possibly be saying that she should be alpha?”
“She’s the natural choice, we don’t get to elect an alpha, Jackson. It doesn’t work that way,” my father’s warm voice replied.
Sighing quietly, I push the back door open knowing their wolf ears would hear me before I entered.
“Welcome home Luce, how was the beach?” my father beams at me from the kitchen table. Jackson pulled himself upright and went to lean against the counter, clearly frustrated by my sudden presence.
“Yeah, it was great. I’ve missed it,” I replied cleaning my bare feet with a cloth on the doormat.
“Your mother couldn’t get enough of it either.”
I smile at him as we both remember the endless afternoons we spent running in and out of the ocean whenever the moon was hidden. I wish she was here to help me, she would know how to deal with Jackson and the other guy’s doubting me, she always knew what to do.
“Are we really going to pretend that you didn’t just hear us talking?” Jackson blurts.
Startled, my father and I turn to him.
“Leave it, Jackson”, my father said softly but firmly, the old alpha in him still overpowers us all. God, I wish I could do that.
Knowing he had to do what he was told, Jackson looked at me with nothing but anger and resentment before walking out and slamming the door behind him.
“It’s going to be okay Luce,” he tried to reassure me as I took a seat next to him, “he just needs time to grieve for your brother, he’ll come around.”
“No dad, they all doubt me. And they’re right too. I can’t do this; this was Noah’s job. He was born and raised to be alpha, I was just meant to be a girl and a wolf and that’s it,” I said before throwing my head into my hands.
“You were never just a wolf Lucy. There’s alpha blood inside you,’ he hesitates before finishing, ‘Lucas thinks you can do it.”
Lucas was my brother’s beta and basically part of the family since I can remember. He, my brother and I grew up together in these woods, to hear that he thought I could do it was reassuring, but didn’t make it any less terrifying.
“Where is Lucas anyway?” I asked trying to forget about my disastrous situation for a brief moment.
“He’s hunting; he’ll be back soon. Why don’t you try and get some sleep, you can talk to him tomorrow,” my dad smiles before kissing my forehead, “Goodnight, kiddo.”