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CALLA
“Why should a rejected wolf be standing in our midst? Bold of her to assume she stands a chance.”
The first wave of murmurings crossed my ears as I walked into the hall. Each whisper crashed against me like a falling tower, forcing the little confidence which I managed to gather down my stomach.
I was this close to turning around when Mira, my best friend, grabbed my hand. Her eyes alone were threatening enough to make me stand by her side.
“The moment you turn around, you’ll prove their point,” she whispered, clamping our fingers while throwing ugly glares back at the students.
“But they are right? I’m not supposed to be here,” I replied.
Mira didn’t care. That’s how she’s been for years. After the death of my last parent, my father, who once the headmaster of the Wolfhut academy, Mira took up the role of a second family. She protected me from the bullies, fought the boys away and stood by me whenever I had one of my emotional meltdowns.
The secret of my weakness got out a while ago, and that even made things worse. Kael Diggs, my mate and the first man to ever touch me in ways beyond my imaginations rejected me. I couldn’t blame him, because he was getting dragged into my mess, a mess he’d sworn to walk me through.
“This is your pack. Your father once led these students. Ignore whatever they’re saying,” Mira snapped my attention back to the events of the hall.
We walked past a clique where Kael was. He turned away from me immediately, but I couldn’t get my eyes off him or the girl standing beside him. Healing they say, comes with time. But for the past one year, I’ve felt stagnant. I’ve felt like Kael was hurting and rejecting me over and over again.
Some days, the weight was light. But on certain days, especially when we cross paths, I couldn’t ignore the trepidation of my heart, the hooks in my breathing and the way I wished we just hadn’t met. The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors.
But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality.
“He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little.
When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear.
“Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?”
Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”
The crowd around burst into laughter, and I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. The pain severed through my well layered defensive system, and tears rolled down my eyes the next second.
“If only you had a second eye, you would have noticed your father has been sleeping around with the pack healers,” Mira fired at the boy who made the comment.
The crowd went silent after a dragged roar, watching as Mira and the boy faced each other.
Things were about to get heated when the microphone whirred.
“Welcome to the great assembly, Students of Wolfhuts academy,” Principal Mayers, the lady that took after my fathers office announced. Her voice brought silence to the hall, but the tension in the air still hovered. I exchanged a daring glance at the boy who returned it with the same energy.
“Today,…” principal Mayers continued. “We will be carrying a usual ritual. The assignment of wolves to the packs beyond our territories. This year, only fifty students have been chosen. Ten packs have been selected, therefore five student shall pair in a pack. At the call of your name, please step forward and stand with your new guardian,”
The lights in the hall dimmed, and the suspense railed longer than we’d expected. Everyone could guess who the top picks of the year would be. In Lunaris city, the Ashgrove pack has one of the best amateur wolves. We always produced the best wolves in the Lunaris city games, and those students were consistent with the title.
As expected, they were called.
“Bright Loker. Cynthia Mattinal, Joe Hoad, Beatrice…” and the names went on.
Mira’s grip around my hand tightened. They were calling it according to our previous ranks, and Mira’s name was supposed to be close in the list.
I imagined this day, when she would be assigned to a pack far away from me, but nothing prepared me for the way my heart raced.
Principal Mayers was down thirty names, took a water break and continued.
“When you leave, I’ll follow you. I’m done staying in a pack where nothing makes sense,” I whispered to Mira.
“How do you plan on doing that? You can’t escape from Ashgrove.”
“My father has a map that…”
“Calla Vale,”
My voice echoed through the microphone.
I froze, registering the call in my head.
All eyes turned towards me, slow…shocked.
I could feel the questions in the stares, but it was nothing compared to the doubt in my head.
“She…called your name,” Mira muttered.
“Must be a mistake,” I responded with a forced smile.
“Calla Vale. Is the Vale girl present,” Mayers asked.
“Yes!” Mira answered loudly. She nudged me with a smile and whispered. “Go,”
Somehow, I found my feet and walked to the front of the hall.
All eyes were on me, dissecting the possibility of how a weak wolf got into the list.
My late father’s position…that would be the next rumor.
It would be so believable because even I didn’t know.
My name was the fortieth, and there were ten more names to go.
I found Mira in the crowd, giggling and smiling at me. She was trying to pass a message to me, I guess she was telling me to keep my head up.
But the moment the last name was called, and Mira’s name wasn’t, her expression shifted.
Who wouldn’t feel sad? Or cheated?
I turned several times to confirm principal Mayers was done, but the reality I tried so hard to evade kept hitting me spot on. She was done. Really done. I was called, but Mira wasn’t.
How possible?
The pack assignments began, from group one down to group ten.
“Group eight,” Mayers called our attention. We were five, just like the rest. And hell…Killian—the boy who made the mocking prayer to the moon goddess, was there.
“You’ve been assigned to Dravenport city—Fangspire pack,”
The students gasped, myself included.
“What!” Killian bursted. “Fangspire? We’ve never sent an amateur to the Fangspire pack,”
“They’ll eat us before we arrive,” another girl seconded.
“Fangspire is a pack of wolves, just like other pack of wolves,” Principal Mayers defended herself. “If you have a problem, step aside and we’ll fill your gap in. You can wait till next year,”
The order was clear, yet no one moved.
I desperately needed to leave Ashgrove pack. I needed to abandon the pain and my past here. But being assigned to Fangspire pack? That was signing a death warrant.
There and then, I found my voice.
“The alpha of Fangspire pack killed my mother!”
Everyone halted,eyes on me once again, but I continued.
“I’m sure we all heard the rumors. He killed my mother and most of your parents. All I ask…all we ask…is a reassignment,”.
A small smile carved the edge of Princial Mayers lips. She adjusted the microphone to speak. “It’s only rumors, Calla. You’ve been assigned. You have twenty-four hours to reject this assignment…or it stands,”.
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MIRA’S POVBeing the daughter of a prominent figure in the Ashgrove pack came with several benefits. One of them was having a private dormitory for myself. I sat before the mirror, combing the oily strands of my while counting down the number of days I’d waited to be assigned to a pack. It was literally every wolf's dream—to be sent to another pack where they would learn better leadership skills and find their true self. Who would believe that my dream would slip away from my hand and rest on that of my best friend—Nyvara. Her name alone made her presence fill the space in the room. Only that it couldn’t take the space on the bed because Kael was there. I looked at his reflection in the mirror for some time before he noticed. “You’re staring again,” Kael said. I looked away, back to combing my hair. “You hated us,”“No. I hated Nyvara, not you. Quite unfortunate she turned out to be my mate, and not you,”“Well, you rejected her,” I chimed. “And you didn’t wait close to a week
ALPHA GARRICK POVThe dream did not start with sound.It started with silence.A heavy, pressing silence that sat on my chest and made it hard to breathe. I stood in the old hall, not the clearing this time. The walls were cracked, the torches unlit. Moonlight poured in through the high windows, painting the floor in pale silver.She stood at the far end.My first mate.She looked exactly the way she had on the night everything ended. Hair loose. Face calm. Too calm. Her hands were folded in front of her, fingers steady, as if she was the one watching me unravel.“You’re late,” she said.“I didn’t come to hurt you,” I replied, though I didn’t remember walking in.She smiled faintly. “That’s what you tell yourself.”The hall began to close in, the walls inching closer with every step I took toward her. My boots echoed, loud and accusing.“They gave me no choice,” I said. “The pack was tearing itself apart.”She tilted her head. “There is always a choice, Garrick. You just chose the one
LUCANPain exploded across my back the moment steel met my flesh.Not sharp—burning. Like fire digging in and refusing to let go.I hit the floor hard, my shoulder taking most of the impact as I twisted, instinctively shielding her. Calla’s gasp cut through the chaos in the hall, thin and terrified, and that sound alone was enough to make the pain irrelevant.“Guards!” someone shouted.The boy didn’t get a second chance.I grabbed his wrist before he could pull the blade free, slammed my elbow into his chest, and rolled us apart. He stumbled back, eyes wild, but three warriors were already on him. Within seconds, he was restrained, face pressed to the stone floor, knife kicked far out of reach.The hall erupted, voices overlapping, chairs scraping back, elders shouting orders.I pushed myself up on one arm. Bad idea.White flared across my vision.“Lucan!” Calla was beside me instantly, her hands hovering like she didn’t know where she was allowed to touch. Her eyes were wide and terr
CALLAHe froze, eyes studying me in disbelief. We stayed silent for a moment until he chuckled. “You’re bluffing,” The door opened again, this time, alpha Garrick walked in with the same man. He stopped mid-way, staring at his son. “I see you’ve met the addition to our little family,” alpha Garrick said. He continued, walked through our middle and closed the windows. “Lucan, meet Calla. Calla, Lucan…my son and next alpha of the Fangspire pack,” Lucan did nothing but glare. I couldn’t understand why he was so angry, but it was there, the anger, written boldly in his eyes. “So they meant it?” He asked his father. “The threat was real,”“It was either this or the title. I can’t be the alpha without a Luna. And you haven’t found your…mate,” Garrick hesitated to say the words, eyes flicking to me and back. “The council was serious about stripping the title from our family if this condition wasn’t fulfilled. We both know how much they hate me,” he muttered. Silence returned to the ro
CALLA“Wait,” I staggered to my feet with my fingers grasping the cup. She was gone in a blink, her footsteps echoing in the hallway until it vanished.I tried to go after her, but the corridor was divided into four. No way I was going to know what path she took. The cup in my hand was light, but something was inside. The lid was tight, like it’d never been opened before. “What the hell?” Footsteps echoed from the path which she ran into me from, drawing my attention there. A few men were hurrying down, but they halted the moment they saw me. “Why did you run off?” One of them asked, panting heavily. “What?” I asked. “The moon is almost out. You must be in his quarters and the union must be made under the moon,” the second moved and urged me to walk. “Wait…there’s been a mistake somewhere. I’m Calla, from the Ashgrove pack. One of the students who just moved in tonight from the academy. A girl ran into me and left this with me…I don’t know anything about a…”“Miss…please, mo
CALLAThe thoughts in my head were louder than the ticking clock hanging behind me as I paced about my room. I’d gone a full day without seeing Mira. She didn’t return after the assembly and I grew restless and worried. We, the assignees, just had two hours left to get our things ready to leave Lunaris city. No one backed down, not Lucien, not even Beatrice. I guess we’d all accepted our fates. Life was about to become a survival game. A knock drew my attention to the door which opened immediately. It was Elder Stolkhom, Mira’s father. I expected Mira to be behind him, but he just left the door open and crossed over to me. “Mira?” I asked. He looked sad. His head dropped a little, then rose with an answer. “She ran off. She left this letter for you,telling you how proud she is of your assignment. She’s hurt by the academy’s choice,” “Ran off? To where? Can’t the academy do something? Replace me with her? Your connections? You could pull some strings…make her go with us…”“It’s







