The Coven of the Crow and Shadows

Today is one of those days; please give me a reason to set shit on fire. You know the kind of days where you have zero fucks left to give as your world crumbles around you at the betrayal of your family. My parents didn’t just betray me, though. They also betrayed our entire pack. I’m locked up in a prison cell for my safety because I’m guilty by association. I had nothing to do with them helping the rogues attack our pack, but the pack doesn’t care. My parents might be dead, but my fate has yet to be decided. 

I’m in defense mode. My aggression is coursing through my veins; it’s what wolfsbane does to werewolves. It suppresses our wolves and brings forth our aggression. Werewolves are naturally aggressive. Well, wolfsbane makes it feel like we are on crack. I’m practically foaming at the mouth, wanting to rip someone apart. It’s why they have me in silver shackles. The silver weakens me so that I don’t have the energy to act on my aggressive thoughts. My mind and body are at war, but that’s nothing new, just a different battle this time.

I’ve been locked up for several hours now. The attack happened early this morning. My parents, along with a few others from the pack, led the rogue pack to our front doors. They attacked, killing and hurting as many as they could. Alpha Liam was able to swiftly counter the attack with the pack's warriors and the help of his warlock friend, whom I didn’t know about. Then again, Alpha Liam just took over for his father. Liam spent years training at academies and schools on how to run a pack and be a leader. All Alphas must have this training as deemed by the werewolf council.  Each faction has a council over which they govern over. Each council joins to be a part of the grand council. Humans, witches and warlocks, and werewolves each have factions. There are more factions, but currently, my mind can’t think straight. 

Humans are well aware of our existence thanks to vampires, who are now just about extinct. Humans helped the rest of us hunt vampires to make them extinct. They just couldn’t play nice. They wanted humans as blood bags for their food. The rest of us didn’t agree. Humans are still pretty suspicious of supernaturals, but they tend to ignore us and us them unless we have to interact. They have their towns, witches and warlocks have their covens, and werewolves their packs. The other factions are smaller and have fewer territories. 

The truth is, I don’t know what my fate will be. My best friend, Sage, is Liam's mate. She will surely help me. Sage and I are like sisters. She has to know I had nothing to do with the attack. I was with her when it happened. We were planning for her upcoming Luna ceremony when the attack started. Liam marked her the minute he came home, and now it was just the formal ceremony for the pack's sake. Packs, like most of the supernatural world, are all about formalities.

I overheard the guards saying the traitors were going to be executed. For all I know, I’m waiting for my execution. I can only hope Sage will fight for me to have a trial. I sink to the floor as fear kicks in that my family might have gotten me killed or banished. Neither is a good option. Being a rogue wolf is a dangerous life, especially as a female. I’m an omega, too. My chances of survival aren’t good. 

I’m well aware that my parent’s actions are punishable by death. They betrayed the pack and their alpha. They knew what they were doing when they helped the rogues attack. I wonder if they even thought about what it would mean for me if they failed. They either were so confident in their plan that they would succeed that they didn’t need to consider what would happen to me if they failed, or the harsher truth, they didn’t care. Maybe they thought I would die willingly for their cause. They are wrong. If I die because of this, I swear I’m coming back as a ghost and will haunt everyone.