I don't know how long I wandered through the woods, lost in my thoughts and grief. All I knew was that I couldn't go back to the pack, not after what had happened. I was a failure, a reject, and there was nothing left for me there.That's when I heard footsteps behind me. "Alyssa?" It was Ethan, my best friend and the only person who had ever truly understood me. "Are you okay?"I turned to face him, tears streaming down my face. "No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He rejected me, Ethan. Marcus rejected me."Ethan pulled me into a tight embrace, holding me close as I cried on his shoulder. "He doesn't deserve you," he said, his voice fierce. "You're strong and beautiful, Alyssa. You deserve someone who will appreciate you for who you are, not someone who only cares about politics and power."I pulled away from him, looking up into his kind eyes. "Thank you, Ethan," I said, my voice shaking. "You always know just what to say."Ethan smiled, wiping away my tears with his thum
After two weeks, I slowly began to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. Ethan took me to his pack, a small group of werewolves who welcomed me with open arms. They were different from my old pack, more focused on family and community than on power and dominance.I still thought about Marcus every day, but the pain wasn't as sharp as it had been before. I tried to move on, to find happiness in my new life. And then one day, Ethan took me to the local bar, where we met a group of werewolves from a nearby pack.They seemed friendly enough, and one of them, a handsome young man named Jackson, struck up a conversation with me. He was charming and funny, and I found myself laughing and talking with him for hours. As the night wore on, I felt a sense of warmth spreading through my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could be happy again."Hey, do you want to go for a walk?" Jackson asked, flashing me a crooked grin.I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was ready for this.
Just when I thought I was over Marcus, he showed up at Ethan's pack. "Alyssa, we need to talk," he said, his voice cold. I followed him to a clearing, where he explained everything. He had been forced to reject me by his father, who wanted him to mate with the other woman for political reasons. He never wanted to hurt me, and he still loved me. I was torn. Could I trust him again?I stared at Marcus, my mind racing. Could I believe him? Could I trust him after he had hurt me so much? "Why should I believe you?" I asked, my voice shaking. Marcus looked at me, his eyes pleading. "Because it's the truth, Alyssa. I never wanted to reject you. I love you, and I always have."I felt a pang in my chest at his words, but I couldn't ignore the pain he had caused me. "Even if that's true, Marcus, how could you just walk away from me like that? You humiliated me in front of the whole pack," I said, my voice rising.Marcus looked down, shame etched on his face. "I know, Alyssa. I was wrong. I shou
I sat the next day thinking again about everything. I know something is about to happen and I have started feeling it.I sat there lost in thought, I couldn't help but feel that something big was about to happen. My mind was racing with a million questions. Would I forgive Marcus and take him back? Or would I decide to move on and leave him behind?I replayed the conversation with Marcus over and over again in my head, trying to make sense of it all. Did he love me, or was he just trying to manipulate me again? How could I trust him after what he had done?I tried to distract myself by focusing on other things, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Marcus. I wondered what he was doing at that moment. Was he thinking about me too? Did he regret what he had done? Those he just wants to toil with my heart?I walked outside, the pack is just going on with its problems. We are somehow alone in the world, thinking and thinking of ways to better our life and longings. I know the Goddess mothe
It's been four months ever since the incident happened and time seems to have healed our emotional wounds. Our host pack has been like family to us. Ever since the incident, they have been providing us with the food and shelter we need including information on who could be responsible for the attack laid on the pack. This incident took a serious toll on Ethan. He has not been himself since the attack. He has transformed from being the calm-looking guy that I know to be pale and sad. His condition made me more angry and more determined to find those who are responsible for this. For the past 3 months, I have been going to Ethan's pack, which has now been reduced to ashes to see if I could find any clue.I was careful not to let anyone, especially Ethan know what I was doing. It was my little adventure. Ethan has been like a brother to me, he has done more for me than anyone in this world has, not even my pack mates. It was my way of appreciating his effort for everything he has d
I entered the half-burnt hall which was the hall where Ethan and his pack gathered for events on the days they weren't using the plain field. My senses are on high alert. The inside just like the outer part of the building was in shambles, everything reduced to rubble. I was scared but too determined to go back at this moment. I crept into the building, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. The musty smell of decay filled my nostrils, and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I could feel my claws extending as I prepared for a fight. As it normally does when I am feeling anxious or sense dangerI search the interior, my eyes scanning through every corner of the building for a sign of the attacker, my heart beating faster with every step I take into the building. As I made my way deeper into the building, I saw a glint of light reflecting off something on the ground. I approached cautiously, my eyes narrowing as I realized what it was. A footprint.I examined the footprint carefully, noting its
I went back to pick up my backpack and headed into the woods to find my way back home. I was in pain but my mind was more focused on who it was I just encountered back there. Now Ethan will find out my little secret. I am injured and he is going to demand a cause. I felt both angry and disappointed. My body was aching. I could use a nap but it was getting late. Not that I was afraid of the dark but not going back to the pack will raise suspicion. I don't want the others to ask a lot of questions. As my mind wandered about, trying to guess who could be responsible for the attack I suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere. The air felt charged with electricity, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. My heightened senses were on full alert, and every rustling leaf and snapping twig made me jump.This was strange. Although I have experienced weird scenarios in the past where something strange just happens, it has been a while and it has never made me this nervous. I
MARCUS' POVI woke up to the sound of the forest around me. The leaves rustled gently in the wind, and the birds chirped merrily in the trees. But my mind was far from peaceful. I couldn't get Alyssa out of my head, no matter how hard I tried.It had been months since I had rejected her in public for another woman. I had been foolish and blind, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. But now I knew that I had made a terrible mistake.I had tried to reach out to Alyssa, to apologize and ask for her forgiveness. But she had refused to take me back, and I couldn't blame her. I had hurt her deeply, and it would take more than a few words to make things right.Lost in thought, I didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late. Marietta had come to find me, her eyes blazing with anger and resentment."What do you think you're doing, Marcus?" she snarled, her claws extending from her fingertips. "Trying to reconcile with that outcast of a werewolf?"I recoiled at