Since birth I have always been the shadow to my sister, nothing I ever did seemed good enough for my father since my mother's death on one cold winter night when she died trying to save me from a bunch of rogues in our kingdom. The only human that loved me for who I was had died in my hands as she whispered the last words to me, "You're special my child, mama is going to be watching over you..." Those words had stuck to me like skin to a bone. On our eighteenth birthday, my sister had the ceremony any fit Alpha deserved while I was tied up away from the pack house. What happens when a bunch of rogues discover a weak girl passed out in the forest ?
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.
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