Chapter 943: A Second Alpha

Dean was already on edge with everything happening. His head was hurting, he was afraid, scared, worried, and a mix of emotions were running through him, but he didn't want to fight. That was never his intention; it was the last thing he wanted to do in this situation.

Yet, when he was attacked by the guards who had seen him every day, with whom he grew up, his anger came to the forefront. He swiftly avoided the attack and grabbed one by the neck.

"What are you doing? How could you just attack me like that?" Dean asked.

Rather than give an answer, the other guard swiftly came forward and tried to attack him. This left Dean with no choice, as he flung one of the werewolves by the neck and threw him off to the side.

As the other came close, he could see both of their arms launching at him. Dean hit them away before the claws could pierce him, knocking them down to the ground. He then jumped off the ground and lifted his knee, whacking the other werewolf right in the face.

The werewolf's body flipped, and mid-air, as he flipped, he turned into his full transformation. It wasn't just him; the first guard had fully transformed as well after being thrown.

"Why are you doing this?" Dean shouted. "I'm Dean Dem, I am the brother of Lupus. I have done nothing for you to act this way!"

The werewolves both didn't know what they were doing. They just felt like the person in front of them was no longer Dean. They were doing their responsibility, their role in all of this.

The two were ready to fight once again, and Dean was reluctant to go into his full werewolf form and attack them.

"I've known you both since I was so young...."

Just as they were ready to charge forward, both of them looked back as they sensed a particular person entering.

"What was that noise from before? Is something wrong?" The man who had walked through the open doors this time was none other than Lupus.

Immediately the two of them got rid of their transformation, returned to their human state, and bowed their heads.

"Hey guys, are you going to explain? Were we attacked? What happened... Dean?" Lupus's voice started to soften toward the end.

He could sense it first, not just with his nose but nearly every cell in his body. Then, looking at his brother Dean, he could see it: the red eyes of all things.

"I think I understand what's happened," Lupus said as he walked toward Dean. He placed his hand on his chest. With each step, Dean could feel his heart beating faster. It didn't make sense what his mind was thinking and how his body was reacting.

Eventually, Lupus stood just a meter away from his brother, and both of them looked each other in the eye.

"It's okay, Dean. This isn't your fault. I don't want you to feel guilty about what happened. It's just the way things are," Lupus said. "And we can fight this, right? The two of us are brothers. Some crap destiny talk, who says the two of us have to fight? Look, me and you are staring at each other right now and we aren't fighting. So tell me, do you want to say 'F*ck you' to destiny and get along with each other?"

One of the worries in Dean's mind was what if Lupus had changed? What if Lupus would start to treat him differently now that he was different? A big weight was lifted from his mind after hearing these words.

"I don't want to fight you, brother," Dean replied.

The news was spread to the rest of the pack about what had occurred. Lupus and Dean agreed this was the best thing to do. Otherwise, word would have gotten out, and they feared that maybe the pack wouldn't be as strong now that this had happened.

The best way to avoid a fight was to make everyone aware of what was going on. Things worked as normal between the two, at least they tried to.

For Dean, he could feel a strong difference. Part of the pack would no longer talk to him as freely as they did before. Before, they would come to him if they had issues and problems, and now no one did.

When he passed certain people in the hallways, they would turn their heads and whisper. He could even see some sniffing the air as he walked past.

All of these things were building up in Dean's mind, and as he slept, he couldn't help but have nightmares. Often, he would wake up thinking that there were those in the room trying to kill him or those just outside waiting to strike him down.

He would even check just outside his door to see if it was true, but there was never anyone there. It was then that Dean was figuring out that although nothing had changed for Lupus and it was fairly easy for him to keep on going as he had been, the same wasn't true for Dean; he was now different.

As the thoughts and nightmares continued in his head, the treatment from the others worsened. Some even directly said to his face why he didn't just leave.

Every time they looked at him, it agitated them. Dean was sure if he told his brother these things, there would be punishment, but it felt like this was the feeling of everyone in the pack and wouldn't change anything.

Which led Dean to think, what if this was his brother's true feelings as well? Maybe he was just hiding it, and eventually, all of it would come out in one big explosion, causing the next fight.

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