SOREN
We arrived at the pack borders to see Lucas had been reunited with his mother. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest at the job well done. It gave me confidence that maybe somehow, I could manage to be a good leader when I took over from my father.
I’m well aware of my problems, especially with my wolf and it had become a major concern of mine because I feared that I wouldn’t be a good leader, or I may end up hurting my pack members accidentally if I lost control.
“Well done” One of the elders of the pack, Malachi greeted with pride as we entered the borders of our pack.
The tension that had built up in my body when I left the pack territory fizzled out as the familiar air of home hit me. It would never be an easy feeling to get out of your pack borders, but we would get used to it with time.
“You got Lucas back without a single injury to the child and yourselves. And also, in a short amount of time. I am very proud of you” My father praised, clasping my shoulders. It was one of the few times he had praised me for something.
“Thank you but it’s not because of me. Ami killed two of the rogues by herself, she was amazing” I told my father with pride blooming in me as I watched her talk to Luc’s mother.
Malachi grunted in approval “Every day, Amira proves herself as a worthy beta. I’m happy we made the decision to make her the next beta”
I caught my father’s roll of eyes at Malachi’s statement. “Killing two rogues on her own is not something that should be considered incredible. It’s the least she could do as the next Beta of the pack and why does she look so bloody? Is she a mutt?” Dad rudely brushed off with a sinister scoff that made my blood boil.
I didn’t know why my father hated Amira and honestly, I didn’t want to understand whatever reason he had because every single one of his reasons sounded stupid.
Why would he hate that she was the only one capable of calming me down when I started to act out of hand? It wasn’t as though Amira developed those powers voluntarily. She had been surprised that day as well we found out about it.
He should be happy that it was Ami and not someone else who would manipulate the sort of power over me.
But no. My father considered it a weakness and he never failed to complain about how an alpha should never have a weakness because it would make them lose credibility in the eyes of the pack members. He claimed that an Alpha should never have to depend on another person.
If you asked me, I thought that was the most hypocritical statement I had ever heard in my life.
Alpha or not, no one could survive on their own. As werewolves, we were never made to be alone, which was why we had always existed in packs. Even the rogues out there moved in groups of at least two when attacking a wolf from a pack.
As an Alpha, we needed our Betas, Deltas. Zetas and the pack. Without them, we were useless, and our titles held no meaning, but Dad never liked to listen to any explanations that referred to Alphas as anything but the most powerful.
“Don’t dismiss her like that” I growled “She hasn’t shifted yet, but she killed two rogues by herself, and you say it’s not a big deal? You may not like her but don’t ever underplay her efforts or refer to her as a mutt again”
I was too angry to care that my wolf was happily feeding off the rage I was feeding him. It was astounding and scary how much I could feel him when I hadn’t even shifted yet.
Inara, the pack seer, had said my wolf was a dangerous and powerful one. Something told me there was more she wasn’t telling me, but she wouldn’t say anything else, so I was stuck trying to figure out how to find the answers I needed on my own.
“Soren” Ami whispered through our private mind link “Please, calm down. Not here”
Her warm and concerned tone forced me out of my thoughts and my eyes found her worried ones already looking at me and that was enough to calm me down.
I knew how much she hated it when I fought with my father, especially if she was the topic of the scuffle. I also hated it, but my father didn’t know how to control his words when it came to her and I would never let him disrespect her in my presence.
“Again?” My father scoffed “You can’t even hold a conversation without needing her to calm you down” he spat, not hiding the disdain in his glare.
“Alpha, I know it worries you but now is not the time to do this” Malachi spoke softly, he was one of the few people who knew what to say to get my father to drop certain things.
“If you can’t talk about Ami without being rude to her then I suggest you not mention her at all” I warned him. I didn’t care that he was my father, I won’t let anyone badmouth her in front of me.
“At least, tell her to wash off. She looks like a feral rogue with blood all over her” He hissed instead, and I know he was only saying it because I warned him earlier not to call her a rogue. He was trying to push my buttons.
“Alistair, that’s not fair” Mom chided as she walked over to us with a disapproving frown on her face. Unlike Dad, Mom loved Amira like her own daughter, and I knew she shared the same anger as I did whenever Dad badmouthed Amira.
“What? It’s the truth” He argued.
“That girl just saved a member of the pack. As her Alpha, you shouldn’t be so rash with your words” Mom argued as she came to stand in front of Dad. Her voice was firm and there was no mistaking the disappointment in her eyes.
Malachi walked away to give them space as he sensed the oncoming argument about to ensue between them and I also walked back to Rune and Koa because I didn’t want to hear whatever my dad had to say next.
“Let’s go before I lose my mind” I grumbled to them.
“Your dad again?” Koa asked as we began to walk towards the pack house.
“When is it never him?” I spat “I have warned him to keep Amira’s name out of his mouth if he would talk about her respectfully, but he never listens. The next time he says something rude about her, I might just lose it”
“I understand that you are trying to protect her, but don’t you think you get angry too easily when it concerns Amira? It makes me wonder if you have feelings for her” Koa muttered clearly, and my steps halted.
“What rubbish are you saying? She is my best friend. Of course, I have to protect her and defend her all the time. What does that have to do with feelings? I also won’t let anyone talk trash about the both of you” I snapped, already getting angry.
“You are getting angry” Koa pointed out calmy. I was envious about how he was always able to keep calm no matter what. We were polar opposites.
“Because you keep saying rubbish” I snapped.
“I think you should just mate with Amira instead. Your mother loves her already and I am sure no one would oppose to it. The way you act possessive around her sometimes is scary” Rune teased but I wasn’t sharing his humor.
They know I hated it when they made these mating jokes of me and Ami, yet they won’t stop.
“Stop acting so senseless” I snapped before storming off, not wanting to listen to whatever rubbish they wanted to spew some more.
AMIRA “Calm down, Amira. Everything is fine” Astrais said softly as I made my way down the corridor that led to Ruelle’s room. “What if she saw that I have powers? Her visions have been getting more specific” I worried. I knew she wouldn’t be mad, but I wasn’t ready to talk about my powers or what I could do with anyone else. “Then we tell her the truth. She will be someone good for us to talk to when we need to let out our worries” I reached the door and raised my hand to knock but the door opened “Come in, Ami. I thought you wouldn’t come” she said with a smile as she walked inside the house. Ruelle had changed since I left. She wasn’t the loud, noisy and hyper girl I left. She had grown. “Did something happen?” I asked after I took a seat “Normally, you would come running to me” I teased but Ruelle didn’t share my humor. “You walked Soren’s dream” she said, freezing the smile on my face. “That was very dangerous” “I know but I didn’t even know what it was until the l
AMIRA I wole up with a heavy heart but the sight of my children, especially Ezra running around the house was enough to lift my spirits temporarily. It still felt like a dream that he was well and awake and sometimes I pinched myself to ensure that my child was really well. I stood barefoot in the kitchen with my hair pulled into a messy bun and an exasperates sigh as I watched the two little brats turn their breakfast to yet another game. “Eli, your toast is not a sword, my love” I sighed tiredly. It was barely morning, but they’ve been so rowdy since they got up that I felt like I had not slept for weeks. “It’s not a sword” he said with a pout before his face lit up as he held the toast up “It’s a power blade” Before I could correct him, he turned and declared battle to an eager Ezra, and they began to battle with their toasts. I pressed a hand to my temple as I felt the incoming headaches. It would be useless to force them to eat because I knew those toasts are going to
SOREN I couldn’t sleep after Ignis had lashed out at Ivannah. It wasn’t just my anger towards him and how he acted, it was also about the dream. I rolled around in my bed as my head tried to analyse the dream over and over again. Ignis had given up on trying to convince me that it was just a dream because I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe that the dream felt that real because I missed her. I had dreamt of her a thousand times in the last five years, but none felt like that. All she did was stand and watch me as I tormented myself with grief, but in the dream this time, she had spoken. Had cried. Ignis felt it too, but he didn’t want to admit it. Either he knew something else, or he just wanted to punish me and watch me torment myself over it. I forced myself to sleep, but before I slept, I decided that I needed answers, so when I opened my eyes first thing in the morning, I made my way to the pack house and straight to my parents’ quarters. I can’t remember the last tim
SOREN I shot up in bed. My skin was slick with sweat despite it being cold. My breath came fast and shallow, and my mind was reeling from the dream or nightmare I had just woken from. My dreams were usually the same every night, but not this time. I pressed my face into the palm of my hand. My heart was still pounding in my chest, and my entire body trembled with something I couldn’t pinpoint, but I knew it was primal and new. “Ignis” I called for the other part of me, and he stirred beneath the surface of my mind. “I’m here” his gruff voice spoke in my head. “You felt that, right?” I asked, hoping he would be able to tell what I meant. He took a long pause before he answered me. “It was a dream, Soren. Just like the others,” He said, but I shook my head. He was lying. He had to have felt it as well. “No,” I disagreed “It felt different. It was different. It felt like Amira was there. It didn’t feel like a dream. It was as though I were in a memory, but it wasn’t that. I d
AMIRAAstrais words brought so much pain. I struggled to gasp for air as the vivid images of what I had seen caused my chest to ache with a pain that pulsed deeper than any wound I had ever known.I hit my chest, hoping to ease the pain I felt but failing miserable. Tears streamed down my face as my other hand tightened around the blanket. The memory of Soren’s voice, the look in his eyes will forever haunt me. “I still love you.” He had said. I should have been happy. It was what I always wanted to hear. Except that when I remember the look in his eyes as he spoke those words, it wasn’t something to celebrate. Soren had spoken those words like they were something he was forced to say. The word on his tongue sounded like a confession he hated. Something he was desperately wanted to bury but couldn’t because the words were carved into his skin. Into the bond. He looked at me with anguish. Like I was something he wanted to get rid off but he couldn’t.I covered my mouth as anothe
AMIRAI gasped in horror and fright at the scene before me and stumbled back as the flame before me lashed out, almost hitting me in the face. “This is Soren’s dream?” I whispered, horrified at the sight. It was deadly, terrifying and haunting. The sky above was grey and devoid of light as a thick storm that threatened rain that wouldn’t dare to fall to quench the fire on the field that stretched endlessly in every direction. Every inch of the field was covered with fire. The flames glowed scarily, with flames flickering from the scorched earth. “Don’t be scared. The fire wouldn’t hurt you” Astrais, in her white wolf form, appeared beside me, giving me some calm and reassurance. To prove her word, fire erupted from the floor beneath me, but it didn’t burn me. It didn’t mean I didn’t feel the heat, though. “Look. Soren is in the middle,” Astrais told me softly, and I followed her gaze to the middle of the field. Soren sat in the middle of the inferno. His back was hunched, his h