A good Alpha

Samantha was lost between the real world and that new one, made of connections she felt for the first time in her life. So, that was what being in a pack felt like.

She had heard a lot of talk about connections, but she had never witnessed it before. Maybe a little, and just as a consequence. It would influence her mood, but she couldn't see it so clearly. She couldn't know it was there, ready to help her understand every change in their mood.

It was like sharing her feelings with everyone and, in return, getting their thoughts. She felt afraid, suddenly, of herself leaving. She was terrified by that thought, and it made her understand what was going on.

They needed her, seemingly. Enough to beg her with their eyes. Enough to come to terms with her conditions, whatever those were.

She was part of something, for once, and she had the power to stay there or back off. It was her decision.

She had the power to choose her path.