Fated Fairy Tales

Goldie’s POV My nightmares are always the same. I have them whenever I’m stressed. Which is a lot lately. It’s like I’m an observer watching the worst day of my life unfold. I was 7 years old when it happened. I’m now 17. That’s how long I’ve had these nightmares. It was a lovely sunny day. My mom and I are sitting on a blanket in the middle of a wildflower field. I watch the younger version of myself chasing butterflies, smelling the flowers. My mom’s angelic voice called to me, “Maria, come and eat.” My mom always called me by my proper name. Dad would call me Pumpkin or Sweetheart or some other endearing name. The young girl turned and ran into her mother’s arms. I watch as my mom strokes her hair and kisses her forehead. Even in my dream, I remember how much I loved her touch. I wish I could be held by her one more time. I continue observing as they sing nursery rhymes together. Then my mother tickled the girl, causing her to squirm and laugh at the

Goldie’s POV I always take the same route when entering the forest. I’m so familiar with the path I could walk it blindfolded. I walk through the brighter, healthier parts of the forest before I get to the darker areas. The dark forest seemed quieter this evening. Usually, small animals run around; mice or squirrels, occasionally a wild boar. But this evening there was nothing. Something feels off. There are no sounds or movements. It’s eerie, and that is saying something, considering where I am. I pulled the daggers out of my backpack in case something was lurking, scaring off the creatures. It’s not a frequent occurrence, but it happens from time to time. A lost visitor to the pack. Or a rogue wolf waiting patiently for something to cross its path. Either way, I don’t want to be caught off guard. I stood and looked around. Other than the missing sounds, there was nothing out of the ordinary. My instincts keep telling me something is wrong, though. I cautious

Cooper’s POV I have been listening to noises for hours, but I can’t see anything. I hate places like that. Either way, in my wolf form, someone or something would think twice before attacking me. As soon as I heard a scream, I acted without hesitation. This land, maybe in an Alpha’s territory. But it is still classed as part of the Wolf Kingdom. As a prince, I can’t ignore someone’s cry for help. Another scream guides me to where I need to go. I slow down when I catch a scent I know. A dirty smell, like burned oil combined with the rank smell of bad breath. “Rogues,” I tell Asher before I block him out. It’s common for wolves to share their thoughts with their humans, live, and see through each other’s eyes. But not me and Asher. He blocks me out most of the time, so I return the favor. We have never gotten along. Besides, there is nothing I love more than killing a rogue wolf. I don’t want him to ruin my fun. Rogues have a little more fight in them compared to t

Goldie’s POV I was about to strip out of my wet clothes when Asher showed up. He said Cooper we concerned about me. He’s such a sweetheart. Asher made it clear he wasn’t leaving without me. It felt nice that someone wanted to spend time with me because they wanted to keep me safe. I felt it would be nice to have some company, especially someone who made me smile and laugh. As it would take time to dry off and get changed, I opted to walk to his house in my wet clothes. I could get changed when we got there. I didn’t think about the time it would take to get there. We walked through the forest, Cooper by my side. He is a handsome black wolf. I wonder if he is an Alpha? I thought to myself. I find it kind of odd that they say Alpha wolves are black. My dad has a black wolf, but he’s a Beta. So, I think that is a misconception. Cooper’s soft fur brushed against my hand as we walked. He seems to like my touch and takes a small step inward. Then he intentionally walked int

Shannen’s POV I am going to miss Goldie when she’s gone. For the past few weeks, every night when she’s home tucked up in her bed, I stare at her. If she caught me, she would call me a creep. She looks after me and protects me. We’re not related by blood, but we’re sisters in our hearts. I am also the one who comforts her after her nightmares and covers for her when she runs off during the night. I am dreading the day she won’t be here, and I stare at an empty bed. My rock will be gone. But I can’t let her see how upset I am, so I have taken to crying in the shower. She has her life to live. I can’t hold her back from her destiny. Her birthright. She will make a great Beta to an Alpha one day. I simply hope there will be a place in her life for Samuel and me. I refuse to let my mom believe she’s getting under my skin. Even though she has already started with snide remarks about my weight, my hair, and my intelligence. As if it’s not hard enough being the Beta’s daughter