RYANI have this pack to lead, but I also have a strong feeling something is not right.With Her.“That is a complete lie my King, nothing of such happened. He has just been so envious of me since the day we were born. Maybe even before. No wonder he decided to come to the world bearing my face.” The lanky one of the two argues, repeatedly pointing at the young man he is now facing.“Envious of you? Bearing your face? We are twins, mister. Identical twins. So go blame the Moon Goddess for making it that way, not me. You can keep on saying nonsense with your mouth, but what I will not tolerate is you going into my bedroom, when am not there, to go lay down with my mate, posing as me. That, I won’t take.” The one with the short hair shoots back.I think they both have a thing for pointing.Family problems.I detest it.Makes me feel like I am pock nosing.As it should be settled indoors.“I thought we can share that, seeing that we have shared everything all our lives.”“Share? That? Sh
RILEYI squint my swollen eyes to shield them from the sun as I look up at the tree’s withered branches. I cannot recall a time when it had leaves or even fruits. For as long as I remember, it has always been this dry.As dry as my life.Pa has made it a daily activity to tell me to smile. “Princesses never wear how they feel on their faces, so even if one day you forget your name, never forget to smile.” This he would say every night he returned, staggering, booze in hand.But there was no reason to.One day, I saw Pa being thrown out of the joint that he frequents for refusing to pay. Well, that was what I was told, but I knew he had no money to pay. He had bruises on his cheeks and neck as if he had been slapped multiple times and strangled.The ten-year-old me fought back tears as I dragged my stumbling Pa home. He sang out loud like he couldn’t feel an atom of pain or shame.He seemed extremely happy.Pa was my all, but a strange kind of anger grew in me that night. I kept quiet,
RileyVery many full moons pass. Many winters pass.Now I’m sixteen and bigger. I have learnt how to cook, how to embroider and stitch clothes, while working for Cassy’s Ma in her seamstress store. I own a few beds of flowers which I planted at the entrance of our house. I also learnt how to hammer in nails while assisting Pa in fixing our leaking roof.Yes, Pa no longer drinks a lot. It has been reduced from every night to three nights every moon. This happened after a night he got so drunk that I had to go pick him up from the ground and take him home. One complaint led to another, and then we got so angry and began yelling at each other. These ended in us hugging each other tightly while both crying, with Pa repeating “I’m so sorry.”So the drinking didn’t stop, but it reduced. He no longer forgets my name. Pa now goes to work on people’s farms to earn a few coins and food crops. He even talks to me.One day, he said I was pretty just like my mom. I had gone to bed that night with
“Wh…what?” I widen my eyes at him.The ‘him’ is no other than Beta Stephen, the Beta of our pack.I had been so shocked when Stefani –the daughter of couple I work for- had rushed into the space I stay in, close to the kitchen to pull me out, while whispering hastily that Beta Stephen was here to see me.Me? Was the first thought that came to my mind.Why? Was the next.The last time I got to be in the presence of any of the pack’s authority was four years ago. That is, the incidence with Pa. One that scarred me by making me a help and making me fatherless, as Pa could not and did not survive the wounds he got from the flogging.I wasn’t enthusiastic to meet another authority. But Stefani’s enthusiasm was enough for two as she succeeded in dragging me outside the house.I came face to face with a huge back. And I froze.Frozen is how I still am even after he has told his reason for being here.“Do you have a problem hearing me, or is it with your understanding?” he said rudely.Strang
RILEY “What? Why?” Stefani questions for the both of us. We had gotten to the entrance of the Alpha’s base and an angry looking Gamma had told us to hold on. It seems he had been told to man the gate, judging from his stance and the dismissive voice he had used in telling us to wait. “I…I was told to come. The Beta told me to come.” I try staring into his eyes as I say this. Well, since I’ll soon be the Luna of this pack, might as well start brushing up my nerves and guts. “I am aware of that.” The sternness on his voice didn’t reduce as he says this, staring right back into my eyes. He wins the face off. I put my face down as my nerves fail me. “So?” Stefani asks, her hand never letting go of mine. “You still won’t let us through? She’s going to be your Luna soon.” The little rays left by the setting sun makes me see him look at me, right from my head to my toes, back to my head. Then a smirk appears on his face. “Are you aw…” Stefani begins, but pauses once she
RILEY“Come in.” I hear the voice behind the door say.Jude’s voice.I have been avoiding this all night and morning. I have been avoiding going to Jude’s room as what Stefani said keeps playing in my mind.We had gotten back from the Hunt hours ago and Jude dismissed the pack, while they still in their wolf form. I guess he didn’t want to see a bunch of naked people.While Jude retired to his room, I asked for the kitchen to go prepare just the grass cutter I had caught, as the antelope Jude caught was used as prize to a man that caught the largest number of animals. In there, I stayed for more hours.This was me stalling, as there was a maid who had collected the animal and offered to prepare the meat herself in the exact way Jude would like it. But I still sat there, with the excuse that I want to learn how Jude likes his meal done. I was able to learn that the help’s name is Theresa.After everything, taking the meal to his room, I had to take multiple deep breaths before knockin
RILEYRight here.On these pile of clothes, laid at a spot far from the fire place, is where I lay for many nights.I have been avoiding Jude like a plague. I feel like when I’ll finally come face to face with him, I might melt from either embarrassment or adoration, as, of course, those words he spoke to me the other night did nothing to the new feelings I have grown for him.I had still dreamt about him that night.In the dream, I saw us in our wolf form, running together in the wild. Then the next thing I saw was me heavy with child. I had woken up with a frown, which very quickly transformed into a bright smile.I want that with Jude.I want that with my husband.But that would never happen if I continue sleeping here.So I waited for him to summon me into his room, into his bed, into his arms.Well, waiting is what I’m still doing now, as he hasn’t still sent for me.He has become so scarce, that I have only seen him once since our wedding. And that once, me being me, I had hidde
RILEYTears begins to form in my eyes from the pain I feel.It is like a thousand termites have invaded my hair and are digging into my scalp.I hesitate and his grip gets tighter. At that moment, a sad whine leaves my mouth as I feel large chunks of hair being uprooted right from its root.“I said, kneel.” His voice comes out, hasher than earlier. Now, a low groan follows it.Slowly, without even realizing it, my knees begin to fold as the get closer to the ground.Slowly.Slowly.Then my knees hit the ground.Could be the tears blurring my vision, or the pain affecting my senses, but as I look up at Jude from down here, I see nothing but pure satisfaction on his face. As he has that smile line at the right side of his mouth stretched, and an odd glint in his eyes.Reading faces and expressions to ascertain how people feel is something that I started for survival, but later on, it just became something I am could at. I can realize how person feels just by noticing the faintest line o
RYANI have this pack to lead, but I also have a strong feeling something is not right.With Her.“That is a complete lie my King, nothing of such happened. He has just been so envious of me since the day we were born. Maybe even before. No wonder he decided to come to the world bearing my face.” The lanky one of the two argues, repeatedly pointing at the young man he is now facing.“Envious of you? Bearing your face? We are twins, mister. Identical twins. So go blame the Moon Goddess for making it that way, not me. You can keep on saying nonsense with your mouth, but what I will not tolerate is you going into my bedroom, when am not there, to go lay down with my mate, posing as me. That, I won’t take.” The one with the short hair shoots back.I think they both have a thing for pointing.Family problems.I detest it.Makes me feel like I am pock nosing.As it should be settled indoors.“I thought we can share that, seeing that we have shared everything all our lives.”“Share? That? Sh
RILEY“The Beta…”This startles me and I almost drop the book in my hands.I had been so engrossed in looking at that sentence in the book, I did not recognize the presence of a second party.My face is definitely red from where my thoughts had been a second ago, but I still take my attention to the intruder.Theresa.With the way she stands, saying nothing, while just assessing me, I guess my surprise surprises her too.Good.What does she want?I recover. Then turn back with a lot of poise and elegantly drop the book back into the box, where the others are.“I was engrossed in the gift my husband sent me for Winter Night. Oh, that man.” I say with an exaggerated chuckle.Why am I always like this with Theresa?Ever since I discovered that Jude must have been having something to do with her, I have been trying my best to prove that she might be the mistress or whatever, but I am the wife.I am Luna.I always feel a good kind of pride whenever her eyes, filled with envy, go to my pend
"I did not do anything to them.” I explain.I see them turn to look at the children with warm and attentive eyes.I don’t know what this looked like, but with the nonstop wailing of these pups, it doesn’t look like we have been friends all day and they had been triggered by a story.Jill moves closer, squats in front of Paul and softly grabs his little face. As if recognizing her as his once closed eyes come open, his cry subsides to become low sniffles.Wait.That is her kid? No wonder.“My darling why are you crying? What did she do to you?” the voice she uses in asking that, sounds nothing like Jill’s. It is soft and patient.I will myself to not get pissed that it is my word against a pup’s. I mean, it would be weird getting bullied by a kid, right?“Ma…Ma Luna says Bella’s mommy is late. Do you know what it means to be late, mommy?” his rudeness has disappeared, and now he clings to his mother’s hand like the kid he is.Jill takes a moment to throw a scary glance my way.I did no
RILEY“Don’t go there, Paul.” I stretch out to grab him.This, I have repeated for a hundred times now.How do those tiny creatures that only know how to cry and cling to their Ma, how do they get so stubborn and grow a will?“No. I want to go home.” He struggles to wiggle out of my grip.“We are almost done. Trust me, you will like the end part.” I coax.My calm words and soothing voice does nothing as he sits on the bare ground, exhausted from his struggle, and begins to cry. Heavy sobs with no sound.Pups and their drama.It has been a year.A whole year since Jude left and hasn’t returned.It has been difficult getting used to his absence and finding activities to keep me busy, with the aim of tiring myself out, so I’ll be so tired when I go to bed. Too tired to have those silly dreams of mine.It worked.I stopped dreaming about fighting strange creatures. And alongside this, I have a beautiful blooming garden at the backyard of the Base, I am almost a professional in the art of
RILEY Theresa did the bed wrong.So I ended up doing it myself.As I I did the beds, for the first time in a long time, I felt like myself, as I folded my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head, folded the arms of my brown ‘home’ dress, got on my knees and got to work, tilling the ground with a tiny shovel and my hands.With constant visit to the delivery house and my afternoons I spent practicing with Gerald, it had taken me two weeks to till, water, and manure that hard ground, to make it prepared for whatever I put into it.Two weeks seems like a long time, but there is something about doing what you love. There is an unseen kind of pleasure you derive from it. For me, coming back to this space, by evening every day, feels like being given a gold bottle of grape juice after spending a long day in a desert.That calming effect.The chirping of birds and cold air remind me of how early it is as I bend to dodge the branch of a tree that stands like fingers, blocking my path.My p
RILEYIt has been two months, three weeks since Jude left.It has been two months, one week since I figured that Jude had been cheating on me.Well, I don’t know if I am to regard that as cheating as there is no explicit feelings or even intimate physical touch between us. Well, apart from…that. That intercourse that leaves me hurting in all places.Is it supposed to hurt?After ruminating over it for about a week, it began to feel like he was cheating on her.With me.I felt bad.I still feel bad.But, with the way Beta Stephen said it like a fact that everybody knows, I didn’t let him see how his words affected me. I couldn’t let him see the slight way in which my hands shook from the shock, the way the pulse line in my neck throbbed faster, as I tried to digest the content of what he had being saying.It had taken me a lot of will power to ignore the burn in my eyes and walk out of that room quietly. My head was hurting, my eyes and throat were burning and all I wanted to do was g
RILEY Nothing, apart from that one night I had come to ask about Jude, has ever brought me to this side of the Base. And even now, as I walk towards Beta Stephen's room, like a sheep to the kill, my focus is too occupied to be bothered about my surrounding.Why am I asked to come to his room?Is this proper?Room. Isn't that supposed to be like something sacred and intimate?Questions. Questions.None answered, but I have this nagging feeling that I will not like the outcome of this. The feeling comes like bitter taste in my throat.I had told no one of the previous words Beta Stephen had spoken to me, as there is obviously no one to tell, and I had also tried hard not to think about it. He had spoken in ambiguous words, so what if I was reading the wrong meaning?And why would someone list over me?Me?Like have you seen me?Okay, I have gotten compliments- from Pa, Casey's ma and Stefani- that I am on the pretty side, but with this pile of long black hair, that sometimes feel impo
wake up with a start.There is sweat running down my back and I can as well feel goosebumps rising on my legs. I feel weak and it takes me a moment to realize where I am.The kitchen, of course.A ragged sigh leave my chest as I fold back into my resting place.I had vomited a lot today. There had been two very pregnant womene up for delivery and they had fallen into labour almost simultaneously. Being that the midwife could only focus her acre and attention on one, we had to split into group. Cleaning the woman’s sweat was my own duty, as they were fully aware of what a disaster it would be if I was involved with the bloody part of the business.Seeing the woman’s face had given me a whirlwind of emotions, as whike I try to be stong and focus on inanimate objects in the room, the woman wouldn’t just stop wailing.Moved by the ferocity of her screams, I had once barked at the midwife, which I was oaired with, to hasten up. My shout had made the room go sklent. Even the women kept qui
RILEY I have never been materialistic, or moved by materials, as I don’t remember owning or receiving gifts from anyone. I can also vividly remember that it was in a bid to get me a gift that my Pa ended up the way he ended up. So this overwhelming joy I feel as the pendant hang around my neck, is totally foreign to me. There is a permanent smile plastered on my face as I continuously look down to check if it’s real and not just a play out of my imagination. Beta Stephen is saying something to the crowd, I know. What he is saying, I don’t know. Is this how everybody feels on Winter nights? No wonder the happiness written all over their faces, both Young and old, as they try tone it down and concentrate on listening to Beta Stephen. I don’t blame them. I am not listening too. After getting the information from Gerald that this beautiful thing hanging around my neck is my Winter gift from Jude, my husband, I had grabbed the box, and read a deeper meaning of love and consideratio