Alpha Enforcer II: Griffin

Have you ever been afraid? People are afraid of many things, sometimes just the idea of fear itself is enough to make you afraid. What was I afraid of? Nothing, at first. Then the fear came hurtling across the landscape towards me and it sucked me right in. I was afraid of only one thing. Me. I was never afraid of the dark, even as a little child, because I was blessed, later I called it my curse, but I when I was still young and innocent, I was blessed. My mother loved me beyond what is normal and my father was always there, right beside me. They loved each other completely, I looked at them and I wanted that for myself. I was raised in the clowder knowing my place in this world. I was the future Alpha and hopefully I’d be an Enforcer too, my father was my hero, the strongest man I knew. We had a large extended family but I was never spoiled. They taught me right from wrong and they taught me respect, but they also taught me never to back down, to stand against the world if I had t

I watched Travis for about a week and during that time I found out everything I could about Samantha Cartwright. He hadn’t made his move yet although I saw that he started being nice to her friend, Jennifer. Samantha walked to and from school every day and they lived in the lower class area of Newport. She always had a book with her and she was one of the top academic students of the school. She never wore revealing clothes and opted for jeans, sneakers and hoodies in the winter and jeans and modest tops in the summer. She didn’t partake in sports although she did go for long walks, sometimes only returning after dark. Her parents didn’t seem to be in the picture and she lived with her older sister who was rarely home, which meant she was basically by herself. “What’s going on with you?” Damon asked me one night after dinner. “Just school stuff,” I said. Damon had brought me into his office because my father really knew me too well. He was an expert in reading people but with the

‘Not going to school today’ – Samantha. I saw the text as I headed out of my room with my backpack and found Mac and Jett already stuffing their faces. I didn’t have much of an appetite and they both noticed as I pushed the half full plate away after taking a few bites. “What’s up with you?” Mac asked me. “Samantha,” I said and they both looked at me. “Bare your heart brother, I’ll be your Dr. Phil,” Jett said as I glared at him. “I went back to her house last night,” I said as Jett interrupted me. “Ah true to your rep brother, you move quickly,” he said suggestively as I smiled and shook my head. “Don’t be an idiot, Jett,” Mac said to him. “Anyway, she has no heating in the house or food,” I said and Mac stopped eating. “What?” he asked me as he looked at his plate. “That’s not right,” Jett said. “I thought she lived with her sister?” Mac asked. “Yeah but her scent’s very faint, she hasn’t been there in at least a month,” I said to him. “Is Samantha going to school today?

By Sunday morning Samantha wasn’t as terrified of us anymore and she had laughed a few times as well. I could tell she still felt weird about the food in her house and waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hadn’t made a move on her, nothing, not even touching. At this point I was just being her friend and making sure she was eating and looking after herself. “What time are we heading home?” Jett asked me as we finished cleaning up after lunch. “Probably just before dinner,” I said to him as I closed the last cupboard. “I gather you’ll be spending more weekends here,” he said. “Maybe, why?” I asked him. “Thought I should leave the tv behind, I gave Sam the password to our N*****x,” he said as he sat down. “Yeah, leave it,” I said to him. We headed back to the living room and stopped short as we heard Jennifer and Samantha talking in low voices, probably thinking that there was no way that we could hear them. “I don’t know Sam, I mean what does he want for all this?” Jennifer ask

“Hi,” Samantha said as she opened her front door and let me inside. “Hey,” I said as I shoved my hands in my jeans pockets and stood looking at her in the living room. “I never slept with Rosco,” she said suddenly and I sat down. “I didn’t think you did,” I said to her. “Then why are you mad at me?” she asked. “I’m not mad at you, I’m beyond pissed off with Rosco,” I said to her. “Okay, I just wanted to clear the air with you,” she said as she sat down opposite me. “Why?” I asked her. “I shouldn’t like you but I do. You’ve just been nice to me,” she said and couldn’t meet my eyes. “You like me?” I asked her and she gave a soft laugh. “Yes, but you also scare me,” she said and I could feel the honesty in her words. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of me,” I said to her and she looked up. “You’re scarier than Mac or Jett,” she said. “What happened with you and Rosco?” I asked her. “My parents had just left and I was alone, my sister was never here so I went to a party with