Waverly felt as though the world had been ripped out from under her. He was there, in the flesh; his gap teeth exposing themselves as he grinned. "Waverly?" Sawyer said questioningly. "What are you doing here?" His gaze flickered up to the cuts on her cheek and the dried blood trail on her face, prompting him to rush over to her and examine her. "What happened? Are you okay?" Instinctively, he reached for her stomach, but Waverly stopped him. "I'm alright," she replied. She then corrected herself. "We're alright." Sawyer's eyes widened and then he looked at her, intensely. "You—" Waverly nodded, and Sawyer hugged her tightly, beaming. "I'm so sorry I missed it—but your cuts…how?"Waverly looked to Christopher, who sat still, grinning mockingly. Her face hardened. "I ran into his friend." "What friend?" Christopher chuckled to himself, causing Sawyer to spring at him, taking a strong hold of his ripped and bloodied shirt. "What friend?!" he yelled in a deep, husk voice. "The
Waverly watched as the pack stepped out onto the gravel. To say the atmosphere was tense would've been an understatement: it was downright hostile. She stared as one by one, they transformed and launched themselves forward, starting the battle for Sawyer's life. Faintly in the background, she could hear Christopher screaming for his pack to ready themselves and not long after, the sound of snarling and bodies being thrown against the house began. She looked to her right to see Katia come up beside her, flash her a smirk, and then leapt out of the door, shifting in an instant. Waverly shrunk back into the house. What was she going to do? She couldn't fight as a human—she'd die. But she couldn't stay here either. Sawyer needed her; what kind of Luna would she be if she didn't defend her Alpha and her pack when they needed her the most? She took a deep breath and focused her energy on shifting, trying to feel herself transforming…And nothing. She shook it off and tried again, but on
Waverly stared down at Christopher's motionless body. It was over—all of it. She turned to Sawyer, who was now in human form, and was standing over Christopher. He was breathing heavily and held his chest wound with his hand, but with his other free hand, closed Christopher's eyes and whispered: "Until we meet again." He then backed away from the body and turned to his pack, who were watching the moment unfold. "Alright. Everyone who is able, let's get the injured inside to entry and cared for. Then, we can go from there."The pack all bowed their heads at the same time and began helping one another up, one at a time, carrying any wounded individuals indoors. Waverly put her arm underneath Sawyer's and used her body to support his weight, aiding him in walking back to the house. Once inside, she set him down on a chair and grabbed the first aid kit out of the living room before beginning to address his wound. Sawyer flinched at the touch of the alcohol against the cut on his chest
The night of the annual Sacrifice. As the Alpha's daughter, Waverly Scott understood the procedure and the importance of the Sacrifice: to appease the Crimson Wolf in the hopes that their chosen member would become his Luna. However, it didn't stop her emotions from running high each time it came close to the day, fearing that her pack may be next. As her father said, it was their obligation to participate in the Sacrifice, but he never gave a clear reason as to why. The day came and passed every year, with the members of the elected pack wondering if the woman they choose would return or not. So far, no one has. "I think that it's because the Crimson Wolf kills the pack for not sending him his mate!" shouted a boy excitedly while balancing on top of a rock. His hair was tousled from the light evening breeze that moved through the large open area of their small farming town. "I heard he's a Wild – y'know, the kind that can't tell who's who when they're in wolf form!" said a s
By the time Waverly, Reina and Finn reached the eastern hill, the rest of the pack had already assembled in front of the wooden bench outside of Waverly's farmhouse. The moon had replaced the sun and it now lit up her father's face as he stood facing the pack. His hair was slightly disheveled and he pushed it back with his hand, showcasing the small pieces of grey that were starting to display. Waverly, Finn and Reina took their places within the group and watched as her father began his speech."Most of you by now know the reason I have brought you here tonight." Waverly observed as her mother, Aviana, stood at her husband's side. She had her hands clasped together in front of her, a trait she only exposed when she had to seem strong for her fellow members during times of distress. However, Waverly could notice them shaking ever so slightly. "As everyone is aware, tonight is the annual Sacrifice and as per tradition, it is uncommon for the chosen pack to be aware of their posit
"Are you insane?!" Finn shouted. The static sensation that clouded Waverly's brain moments ago subsided and once the weight of what she had just done set in, she was left with the overwhelming sense of immobilizing fear. Everyone was staring at her, utterly shocked. Her father stepped forward and the pack made room as he approached his daughter. He placed his hands on her shoulders and Waverly saw her own facial features staring back at her, almost an exact copy. "Are you sure?" he asked, calmly. Waverly looked at Finn, who gaped at her with a mixture of anger and distress, and her mother, who's strong demeanour remained, despite her terror-stricken gaze. It felt like Waverly had no control over herself. She gulped and slowly nodded her head, disregarding the horror that screamed inside of her."So it is." Her father gave her a reassuring smile, mixed with both pride and worry. He turned towards the crowd once more and spoke in a louder voice. "Waverly will take the place of
The walk towards the mountains was eerily silent; the only sound that could be heard were the rocks under their shoes that crunched with each step. Night had passed and transformed into dawn, with the sky changing colours rapidly, from deep blue, to red, then pink and orange. The sun peeked over the eastern horizon, bringing with it a new day. From the minute Waverly realized who this man was, she was absorbed in her own thoughts. What was he thinking? He was… composed…so familiar with the procedure. I suppose after a decade, you would be. However, one question remained prominent in her mind: would he be the one to kill her? A shiver passed through her body as they reached the vast, open field. At the bottom of the path sat an old-style 1960s car, coated in a dark grey paint. "We're driving?" Waverly asked, trying to mask her surprise. "You thought we were walking to Trinity Mountains?" he rebuked, with a hint of annoyance. "I mean, no…I assumed we'd run." The Crimson Wol
Waverly sat on the floor of the empty bedroom and stared out into the lively town below her. Wolves and humans alike moved ahead with their day; a short, yet well-kept man sat on his lawn mower and began trimming his slightly overgrown lawn while a woman a few houses down called to her children, who were racing down the street in wolf formation. Two days had passed since her arrival to Trinity Mountains and she hadn't seen a single person besides the people that came in every so often to clean her room and bring her meals. Questions turned over in her head: how did he expect to discover if they were mates if he never let her out? Maybe that was the point; maybe he didn't want to test their bond. She remained motionless, glancing out the window, as the sound of the door clicked open for the first time that day. As Waverly watched the village below, a person dressed in all black with an apron, who Waverly had come to know was a servant, entered. A whoosh from behind her created a n