《The Recycled Alpha (Book 1) ✔》Chapter 14
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Ryan's P.O.V
I stepped onto the packlands, feeling rejuvenated.
The pack cheered as I smiled.
"We're a pack guys!", I yelled.
Howls rang out and I howled with them, my wolf puffing her chest in pride.
"There are a few things left for everyone. We must set the pack borders, swear in the Beta, Gamma, Delta, and then the rest of you! We're doing it in 3 hours, when the sun sinks behind the trees and the moon rises into the sky!", I screamed.
Yells of encouragement reached my ears.
"Let's prepare. I need a table with a large wine glass on it. I'll explain that later. Get a silver knife also.
I need a few gallon buckets filled with sand. I will also explain that later. Finally, prepare a feast.
Tonight, we celebrate!", I yelled.
The pack dispersed and I went to take a shower.
...
I stood at the front of the HellHounds as they stopped talking.
"Tonight, we make it all official in the blood.
First, I will tie us together. I need each pack member to come up here, cut open their palm with the silver knife, and let a few drops of blood drip into this glass.
We each will take a sip, gross, I know. This will bind us together and give us the mindlink.", I said.
I cut my palm first, letting some blood drip. Everybody lined up and cut open their palm, their blood mixing with my own.
The last person in line took the second sip after me.
I felt their bond click into my head and their eyes widened as they felt it.
Soon, all 150 bonds were in place.
I could cry from relief.
"Dominic, Dina, and Grayson. Please come up here.", I said.
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They came up here and I smiled at them.
"First, the Beta. Dominic Hale, do you swear on your life to do your duties as Beta, lay down your life for your Alpha, and lay down your life for your pack?", I questioned.
"I do.", Dominic replied.
"As our blood mixes and we drink, the Moon Goddess may bless you."
We both took a sip and he grimaced slightly.
"The Gamma. Dina Walsh, do you swear on your life to do your duties as Gamma, lay down your life for your Alpha, and lay down your life for your pack?", I questioned.
"I do.", Dina said.
"As our blood mixes and we drink, the Moon Goddess may bless you."
We drank.
"The Delta. Grayson Bright, do you swear on your life to do your duties as Delta, lay down your life for your Alpha, and lay down your life for your pack?", I questioned again.
"I do.", Grayson replied.
"As our blood mixes and we drink, the Moon Goddess may bless you."
We drank, the cup now completely empty.
I shook hands with my Beta, Delta, and Gamma before addressing my pack.
"To set the packland boundaries, I am going to cut my hands and arms and let my blood drip into the sand.
I must spread this sand on the line. I have to do this with the help of no wolf or person.
But, they never said anything about a four wheeler.
Beta Dominic, please get the four wheeler out of the shed. Make sure it is full of gas.", I said.
"Yes Alpha.", he replied before taking off.
I cut my palms open amd ran the silver knife across my wrists. I allowed the blood to drop freely into each bucket.
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My vision doubled and I got dizzy. Blood loss was getting to me.
But this is something that I have to do.
For the HellHounds.
The four wheeler lights flooded over us. I loaded the buckets of bloody dirt onto the four wheeler and drove to the pack border, my pack following me.
Grabbing the rope I had laid on the vehicle earlier, I stumbled off of the four wheeler.
"I just finished closing the wounds, Ryan.", Blake informed me.
I thanked her, closing our link.
I stabbed a hole into the bottom of the buckets and set them down on the bottom so it wouldn't leak out.
I tied the rope to the handle of the bucket and then tied the other end of the rope to the four wheeler.
I climbed on and drove off at a steady pace, the pack jogging next to me.
I looked back and noticed the last bit of sand leak out.
I did the process multiple times and I felt better at the end.
The pack cheered as our pack scent flooded our senses.
A forest fire is what it smelled like.
The pack hugged one another and we headed inside, ready to eat.
We dug in like we hadn't eaten in years, cleaning up after ourselves and then heading to bed.
I think I fell into a coma.
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