LOGINSince the death of their mother, Trixie had always lived in the shadow of her sister. No matter what she did, it was never enough for their father—not since the night their mother died. A cold winter evening when she gave her life trying to protect Trixie from a band of rogues that had invaded their kingdom. The only human who ever loved Trixie for who she was had died in her arms. As her breath faded, she whispered the last words that would cling to Trixie like skin to bone: “You’re special, my child. Mama is going to be watching over you...” Those words became a fragile beacon in the dark world that followed. Years later, on their eighteenth birthday, Trixie’s sister Trisha was honored with the ceremony every Alpha deserved—firelight, songs, and the whole pack gathered in reverence. Meanwhile, Trixie was tied up behind the pack house, hidden away, a secret shame. But the forest does not care for family politics. When a group of rogues stumbled upon the weak girl passed out beneath frost-bitten branches, they saw only prey.
View MoreDuring the ceremony,Every dignitary and other stronger packs had been invited to what was supposed to be our birthday party,Trisha my twin sister was back in her room probably preparing for her party downstairs.Just like how it had always been fr the past five years,hidden amongst the shadow my father bellowed my name.
" Trixie,go and get your sister .Tell her the ceremony is about to start and after that I'd prefer if you disappeared for the rest of the night."
''Yes father ,''I squeaked.
Father wasn't always like this,his attittude changed on that fateful night,when everything in my life went south.
''Maybe if she was still here,I'd also be in the party and not just some errand girl."
''Trisha ,Father requests for you.''
''Faster,Xander,oh my God!'' Her voice echoed the empty hallway. Soon a series of laughter followed by a click of the lock were heard.
''What do do you want ,reject ? I thought I made it clear tonight stay off my lane,can't have you ruining things as you always do.''
''Father requests of you.''
''Alright then beat it,Let me not see you around the ceremony.''She said with malice coating each and every word.
Soon I was all alone in the hallway,my mother's voice filling my head and her smile that always seems to know when I needed the comfort.
The packhouse was lively,every corner decorated with Trisha's favourite flowers.No one really cared if I existed or not.I mean who would respect a child rejected by her own flesh and blood.Alpha Kaiden,was my father but to him I had died the same day as my mother.
Soon everyone had gathered at our sacred ground waiting for the perfect moment when our wolves,more of when Trisha's wolf would appear.We were both of alpha birth our wolves were bigger than most of the people but that did not stop them from looking down upon me.
All alone at the back ,I felt a sharp pain in my spinalcord.This kind of pain is nothing I had experienced .The mere seconds had me down clutching on my sides.I could not afford to disrupt the ceremony before me.Out of instinct I run towards the forest to the place my mother had been buried.
The wind and occasional howls from afar made the darkness ten times scarier.The pain was worsening per minute and my sides now ached .
''Mama if you're out here ,help me,the pain is too much and am all alone.''I whispered to the forest.
The pain afterwards was something out of this world,bones breaking to fit my wolf was pain no one deserved to go through alone.It might have been a figment of my imagination but I could swear I felt my mother's scent around me,her voice encouraging me to endure and triumph over this .Her voice guided me through until I heard a foreign voice,''Hello Trixie,I'm Isa your wolf''
After what felt like an eternity,the pain subsided as I huddled next to a tree stump.Tears flowed down my cheeks as the night breeze hit my naked body.From far I could hear the cheers,I guess my sister had also shifted successfully.
''Mama, I wish you were here.'' I whispered as I let the sleep take over my body.
''Wake up,'' a voice echoed in my mind.
''Did my shifting turn me crazy,whose voice is this ? ''
''It's me Isa,well technically am your wolf,not just a voice.''
''You mean ,we can talk?''
''I mean yeah ,why else would I be your wolf ? You better get dressed the sun is about to rise .''
Back at the packhouse,everything had been cleared of the ceremony.
A young girl,one of the packs's mid approached me.
''Alpha Kaiden calls for you in the pack meeting room. ''
''Alright I'll go to him.''
I slipped through the back door ,ran to my room and took a quick shower.
''Oh my God cant believe,you are of alpha blood .''My wolf Isa excitedly spoke.
''I would not raise my hopes up,if I were you.''I quipped back as I headed to the meeting room.
The place had been awfully quiet,just the noises from the antique clock in the room and the occasional noises from outside.After what seemed an eternity,my father spoke up.
''I take it that you shifted successfully taken that you are still here.'' His voice cold as always.
''Now that you are of age,I can finally cut off the last ties between a cursed childlike you and our pack.As of now,you are no longer a member of this pack and I no longer recognise you as my child.Whether you live or die is no longer my business.''
Those words were sharper than any knife,how could any father be this cruel to their own flesh.
''Why ? '' was all I could croak out.
''Need I remind you of what happened five years ago ? If it weren't for you my wife,your mother could still be alive.On that day I buried you both ! '' He bellowed.
''It was not my fault,that I happened to be there and mama chose to save my life.''I broke down.
''It is not fair,I get to be blamed for something I had no control over father.''
''I will not take back my words ,as of today you're no longer welcome and that's final.''
''Did I ever mean anything to you father ? ''
After a few seconds with no reply,I left the meeting room.What I had known my whole life crumbling with each step I took.
''Where will we go now ? '' asked Isa.
''Reject,finally father has put an end to your stay in this house.I never knew a day would come when mommy dearest would break down to nothing.You always carried yourself with such might,let's see how you shall survive in this cruel world with no protection.Bye loser hope we never meet in this life or the next.''
My mind had come to a stand still,the wall I had always leaned on crumbling bits by bits.
KIRA The nights in the Hollow from the first night to the present one have never been quiet. Even when the camp slept, there were whispers — the kind that crawled through the dark and made your skin cold. I had learned to tell the difference between the voices of people dreaming and the sounds of hate moving through the air. It had been months since the burning of the farm. Mira never spoke of it again, but she carried it in her eyes. Every time she smiled, there was fire behind it. Every time she laughed, it sounded sharp, like glass breaking. The Hollow called her “the flame of vengeance.” They said she would lead them into the next war. I used to be proud of her. Now I only felt fear. That night, I sat outside the caves where we lived. The moonlight touched the rocks, making them silver. The air smelled of smoke and damp earth. From where I sat, I could see the guards at the far edge of camp — black shapes against the dim light, their spears glinting. I wrapped my arms aroun
TRIXIE The morning in North Creek began softly. The first light came through the window. The house smelled of bread and pine smoke. Outside, I could hear the pack already stirring . Ryker was already up, rocking little Marielle in his arms. She had her father’s eyes — always watching. Afina slept beside her brother in the cradle, her hand clutching the corner of the blanket as if she feared it would run away. I smiled and leaned against the doorframe. “You’re up early again.” Ryker looked over his shoulder and grinned. “She woke before dawn. Must take after you.” “She’s restless,” I said softly. “Or maybe she just wants to see the sunrise.” He laughed. “Then she’s got the right mother.” For a while, I just watched them. The world had slowed down for us in the last months. No marching boots, no council calls, no battle cries. Only days filled with small things — feeding the pups, walking the fields, checking on the sentries, sharing food with the pack. It was strange, living
KIRA The Hollow camp had been quieter since the raid, but not peaceful. Quiet in the Hollow never meant calm. It was the silence before the next hunt. Days had passed, yet the smell of smoke still clung to the air. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the orange glow of that farm burning, heard the screams caught in the wind. I had scrubbed my hands raw trying to wash away the scent, but it never left. It had sunk too deep. Mira, though, seemed different. Her eyes shone with a strange pride when Serana praised her before the others. Warriors clapped her on the back, calling her -The flame of the Hollow. She smiled when they did. I wanted to be happy for her, but I couldn’t. Every time I looked at her, I saw a piece of the sister I knew slipping further away. That night, the fire in the center of the cavern burned low, shadows licking the walls. Most of the others had gone to rest, but Mira stayed awake, sharpening her blade, humming under her breath. I sat across from her, prete
KIRA The Hollow camp never slept. Even when the night was thick and still, the air carried whispers, the scrape of blades, the quiet laughter of those who had grown too used to the dark. Firelight flickered against the cave walls, painting our faces red and gold. It had been three weeks since the burning of the farm. Three weeks since I watched Mira raise her torch with a smile that didn’t belong to her anymore. The smell of smoke still clung to her hair. Sometimes, I could still smell it when she hugged me. Serana had been pleased. She had smiled and said, “Now you see what true loyalty looks like.” She gave Mira her own black blade, only trusted fighters carried them . To the rest of the Hollow, it meant Mira was one of them now. To me, it meant I was losing my sister for good. Since that night, Mira had changed even more. She trained harder than the others, never spoke of fear, never questioned Serana’s orders. When she laughed now, it was short and harsh. She carried hers






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