The Alpha's Commander

Blood. It was all around you. A recurring nightmare, the vivid memory of your mother's lifeless eyes, jolts you awake in a cold sweat. The terror of that day, when you were just five, still grips you. You reach for your phone, dialing the one person who can ground you—Damon, your Alpha and the closest thing you have to a brother. His voice soothes you, but the words of comfort about a future 'miracle' feel distant.
The next morning, Damon's attempt to wake you with cold water is a shock, but the rush of adrenaline helps push the nightmare back. You know you lied about being fine, but the thought of being a burden is worse. Damon's worry is palpable, but you deflect, insisting you need a distraction and will accompany him to the pack grounds for training. As you face your reflection, the haunted look in your eyes is a stark reminder of the battle within. You splash water on your face, determined to be strong, to fight for yourself and your pack.
