It was obvious to me, but not to them apparently, that my wolf went into latency from the trauma of having my family die right in front of me. I scoffed, and they call me the dumb one. An education was another privilege the pack denied me- I didn’t deserve it, their words, not mine, that didn’t stop me though, as I spent most nights sneaking into the library to find books, and I listened in on the conversations wolves my age were having. I wasn’t some desolate maiden in need of a rescue from her circumstances, I had a plan to get out of here soon, by my nineteenth birthday, which was months away, I know, but still the thought of being free from these people was what kept me going.
The kitchen was clean now and I sat on the floor to eat my breakfast- the remnants of what they’d eaten. Yes, on the floor, because Selena forbade me to sit on their mahogany chairs and stain them with my filthy self. I ate slowly trying to savor every bite, it might end up being my last meal for the day. Whenever I had nothing else to do, which was rarely, I stayed in my corner in the kitchen waiting like the good slave I was for whatever errand they had for me. I had closed my eyes for a bit when the feeling of me being watched made me open them, I was startled to find Adrian, Alpha Richard’s son, watching me with a strange look on his face. “Did you need something?” I asked, confused, as he was still staring. It took him a while; I almost closed my eyes again, before he finally responded. “The head healer wants you to go gather some more herbs for her. She said you’d know where.” “Oh. Ok.” I got up and waited for him to leave as his body was blocking the way, it didn’t seem like he was going to budge so I squeezed past him trying to avoid as much contact between us as possible, it was impossible as just as I got his side, he grabbed me and sniffed my hair before releasing. Shelfing that awkward interaction for later, I made my way to the woods, to my mother’s herb garden. The woods were now my only solace from the pack, the times when I was sent on errands and when they allowed me to come tend to the garden were bliss. I’d sometimes delay my return, risking harsh punishments, just so I could spend a bit more time in here, even though these very woods were where my family was taken from me. I arrived at my old home, now dilapidated and worn down from years of neglect. The house was a physical representation of how I felt. “Let’s get this over with,” I said aloud, making my way around the back to the only thing I had left that was a reminder of my family. Funny how this garden was supposed to be abandoned but the new head healer convinced the Alpha that it was still useful and ordered that I was to be the one to tend to it. I knew it was because she had no idea how to look after it herself, as most of the herbs were special hybrids my mom made herself, and she taught only my brother and me how to look after them. I gathered the necessary herbs and quickly made my way back to the pack. I bypassed the pack house and headed instead for the pack clinic, dodging stones and mischievous young wolves, who did not know what I did, only that their parents didn’t like me. “Head healer?” I asked as I entered. “She’s inside.” Her assistant Julia said eyeing me like I was the dirt on her boots. Who spat in her coffee this morning? I thought, heading deeper into the building where her office was. I knocked on the door and waited till I heard a muffled “enter.” “I have the herbs, Head healer,” I said keeping my tone meek and obedient. “Good, thank you.” She responded not raising her head from the files on her table. The head healer’s name was Helena; she was a tall, slender woman with auburn hair always in a bun on her head, grey eyes (each wolf pack had distinct eye colors; grey was for the Waning Moon Pack), and an unsmiling face. “You’ll be helping me here today. I’ve informed Luna of this, so you don’t have to worry about her.” Helena had been away at school when the incident happened. She returned to find her pack ostracizing a child, so although she didn’t participate in everything they’d done, she didn’t stop it either. She was, however, the kindest person to me in the pack. “Of course, asead healer,” I respond, edowing. “No need for that. I’ve told you that when you’re here, you only need to call me Helena.” She said getting up and grabbing the bag of herbs from me, she motioned for me to follow her. “We have children who are sick, a man came in with a broken arm, we have to set it before it starts to heal, and we also have to deal with three women who are about to deliver.” “Ah, so a regular day at the clinic then.” I said, “What do you need me to do?” “Calming herbs, prepare the flu medicine, and get the cast ready.” Nodding my head I got to work. The children were two five-year-olds who were down with the flu and were extremely cranky, but after giving them their medicine, they soon fell asleep. The man had his arm quickly set; we put a cast on it and sent him on his way. Now left with the expectant new mothers who were panicking, we spent our time calming them down and attending to their needs. I spent the whole day at the clinic, a plus in my opinion as I didn’t have to make their lunch, but I still got to eat. By late noon, two of the women went into labor and delivered beautiful baby boys, the last woman took more time going into labor in the early evening and only delivering late into the night, hers was a girl. Worn out I trudged back to the pack house to find the Luna working in the kitchen. She looked up from the onions she was cutting and sneered. “Finally, you’re back. My husband wants me to be in charge of dinner tonight so you will only be assisting. How was the clinic?” I got to work chopping the vegetables, “The Moon Goddess has blessed our pack with three beautiful babies- two boys and a girl.” I responded, rinsing the vegetables. “That’s good news. Now take this upstairs to my son.” She said handing me a platter of sandwiches, “He’s upstairs in his room with his friends. Dinner will take a while and I don’t want them to starve till then. Knock, enter, drop the food, and leave, nothing else. Understand?” “Yes, Luna.” I collected them and made my way up the stairs.KILLIAN’S POVIt had been a year already. A year away from my pack, my home, but finally coming home.I watched through the window as the plane flew across the ocean. I never liked travelling. I detested it with a passion. Yet it was something I had to do repeatedly as an Alpha. It was an exhausting thing.“Penny for your thoughts?” Clarke said next to me, as he took a sip of his drink.I chuckled darkly, “You'd need more than a penny for the thoughts going through my mind.” I said in reply.“Ah, so dollar then.” He said with a chuckle.“Hmm. How hilarious.” I said dryly.“But really, though, Killian, what's bothering you. I can feel you thinking.” He said.“I'm worried about the state of things when we get back.” I admitted, “There have been attacks.”“Yes, by rogues and the warriors handled them before they did any real damage.”“I know that, but rogues never once dared to attack us, plus the reports they sent said they always ran away before any one of them could get seriously hurt
SARAH'S POV“I'll meet you over at Camille’s stand,” I told Lilliana.“Are you sure?”, she asked, “I don't mind waiting.”“No, I want to look around a bit more, but I don't want her there too long. So go be with her. I'll be there soon.”She nodded, waved, and walked off to join Camille. I stood back, eyes looking around at the various tent-like stands that were around me. One in particular caught my eye- it sold trinkets and such. I approached it eagerly. “Well, I see you have a great eye.” The person there said.“Really? I just thought it looked pretty.” It was a silver wolf-shaped hairpin with red jewels for its eyes.“A pretty pin for a pretty wolf.” he grinned at me.“How much for it?” I asked.“Hmm, it's only 15 but for you, I'll accept 10.” He said.“10? That's nice of you. Thank you.” I reached into my purse and eagerly brought out the money.“Don’t worry. I got this.” A familiar voice said from behind me and I froze instantly recognizing it. I would recognize that voice anyw
CAMILLE’S POVNervous was not enough to describe how I was feeling. It felt like someone had me tied down with a bucket of rats over my stomach, lit the bucket on fire and the rats had no way to escape except through my stomach. Yeah, that was a better description than nervous. Mr. Vince was perusing the artwork that I had selected to display for the art fair.“These are all splendid, yes splendid works.” He smiled, “I don’t think I can pick just anyone, so why don’t we just display all of them?”“A- all of them?” I repeated, “I don’t know if they are all good enough to all be displayed. What if people don't like them?” My anxiety was showing again. That distinct fear that what I did was not enough, that I wasn't enough. It seemed so ridiculous really. I mean here was my teacher, assuring me that my work was great, that it was what people wanted to see. Yet I could not seem to quiet the voice at the back of my head telling me that I would never be enough, that nothing I did would eve
SIX MONTHS LATERLILLIANA’S POVThe strikes kept coming, left, right, left, right. I tried my best to avoid as much as I could, but soon enough, I couldn’t keep up, and one of them made contact, hitting me across the field, my body making a loud oomph as it landed on the floor.“You alright there Lil?” Erik asked from his side on the field where he was watching the sparring.“I’m good,” I responded breathlessly, jumping to my feet and dusting myself off. I resumed my fighting stance and approached my sparring partner again. This time I was careful to stand more firmly on my feet. The sparring continued for quite some time and I had managed to land my own strikes, though not enough to send her flying, and I managed to not be sent flying again.“Alright enough!” Erik called out, “It’s meal time. You can head on to eat.” I started to gather my things, when a shadow fell across me, it was Erik. He was staring me down, looking at me like he could not believe what he was looking at.“What?
Back at the residence, the White Sea pack had so kindly provided for us, I lugged a drunk Clarke into bed.“Gosh, you are heavy,” I said with a groan as I dropped him on the bed.“I am n-not heavy.” He slurred, “I am light as a feather.”“Sure you are buddy.” I patted his shoulder, then made my way to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol that clung to my clothes.I got out of my clothes and stood in front of the mirror that hung over the sink, my eyes darted across my torso, lingering slightly in the scar that ran diagonally down my chest, starting from my right shoulder to my left hip. It was not a scar I liked to look at as the memories it brought back were far too annoying for me to deal with. It wasn’t a macho male type of thing, I simply was not ready to handle everything that would come if I decided to unpack the emotions that the scar brewed up within me.I stepped into the shower and set the water temperature to high and I turned it on. Soon, steam started to fill the
KILLIAN’S POVAnother day, another fucking country. I was beginning to get tired of all this travelling I was doing. I missed my pack, plus there was also the fact that I was starting to feel uneasy. Trouble was brewing back there and it disturbed me that I didn't know what it was and that I was not around to handle it. Instead, I was stuck here being diplomatic to this pompous fuck in front of me.“So Alpha Thorne,” The Alpha of the pack I was looking to form an alliance with said, “Why are you here exactly?”He was asking me this question again. Even though I had already answered him several times. He seemed to take delight in asking me the same thing over and over again, but in different forms; it was almost like he was trying to showcase his English skills.“As I’ve said before Alpha Bane, I wish for our packs to have a friendly relationship with each other. An alliance, if you will. So that in times of trouble we can be there for each other and we can also learn new ways that wil