LOGINQUEENETH’S POV.
“Good morning Queeneth.”
I was surprised to hear my name because the last time I checked I slept alone in my house. I had no companion, so I stood to check if anybody was at the door.
“Don't bother stressing yourself. It's me your wolf.”
I flinched. Of course, it's my birthday. I got my wolf today. It's just so weird to hear a voice inside my head.
“Don't worry yourself, you’ll get used to it.” A voice said.
“It’ll take some time before that one happens,” I responded.
“You don't have a problem. We have all the time in the world.”My wolf said.
“What is your name?” I asked her.
“Amy”
“I like it,” I told her.
“I know you do, Queeneth. Now get up and go and spend the day with your second family..
I got you excited and full of energy. I can't wait to see Amy.
I quickly brushed my teeth, showered, and put on my sweaters and hoodie.
When I got to Reuben's house, Aisha had already made pancakes.
“Happy birthday, Queeneth.” She yelled and gave me a big hug.
“Come on, let's eat,” she said and pulled me to the table. I was indirectly looking around checking if I would see Reuben. I didn't see him and didn't want to ask Aisha. I didn't want her to know how I feel for her brother. I felt I would look cheap before her since our pack prohibits that.
As my second family, before my birthday, I told them that I’ll be watching movies on my birthday, which they all agreed to. I love horror movies so much, and it has seriously affected me. Most times, after watching it, I won't be able to sleep because it'll be as though everything is happening right before me.
Reuben and Aisha don't like horror movies, so they decided to choose the one I’ll watch since I am watching it in their house.
“Aisha, please, I can't find the movie I'm meant to watch today, that's my birthday,” I asked.
Aisha let out a short laugh.
“We thought you had forgotten since you didn't talk about it again. Don't watch and start trembling because I won't listen to you. See it on the left side of the television.”
I started watching and at exactly 1pm, I was done watching. I still kept searching for Reuben with my eyes, but I hadn't seen him.
Aisha had already prepared fried rice with chicken, which was my favourite. She served the food and called me to eat.
“Queeneth, food is ready.”
I joined her at the dining table and we started eating. Since I’ve been looking around to see Reuben and didn't see him, I can't help it again so I decided to ask Aisha.
“Aisha, since I came here, I’ve not seen Reuben? Where is your brother?”
Aisha let out a short laugh
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. He went on ty but will be back soon. It was Alpha Collins who sent him to represent the pack.”
I shrugged.
“So, he forgot today is my birthday, right?”
Aisha smiled.
“He didn't. He just got the call and left. It was actually an emergency. He told me to tell you that he’ll be back soon. I'm sorry I'm saying it now.”
I gently pushed Aisha, laughing.
“If I didn't ask you, you wouldn't have made mention of that.”
Aisha pretended to kneel and make a gesture with her hand saying sorry and laughing at the same time.
We started devouring the meal because it was so delicious.
“Queeneth, maybe you’ll find your mate now that you've gotten your wolf.”
“Maybe,” I said, bowing my head.
I don't like talking about mates with Aisha because I know where she’ll be landing, her landing point is already known. It's indeed exactly what I want but I don't like talking about it because there's a way it makes me feel.
“Maybe, it will be Reuben.” she finally said.
“This is the second time you're saying this. What conviction do you have in saying this?
“Yes, I’m fully convinced. Oh! I’ve not told you.” She looked around to be sure nobody was around or eavesdropping on our conversation.
“My brother is deeply in love with you. He has not said it yet because he's looking for a way to express himself. He loves you.”
I blushed for a moment.
“If you become his mate, that will be one of the best things that has happened to him and our entire family.”
“The Moon Goddess knows more,” I responded.
After we ate, we went back to the living room to watch another movie. This time we’re watching Aisha's favourite.
At around 7pm, Aisha told me to go and get ready. The shift site in the forest is quite far so I have to leave on time. It is a gathering in the middle of the first where all wolves go for their first shift.
I got home, showered, and put on my white dress, chosen especially for this night. It is tradition to wear it on our first shift. I put on my shoes and started heading towards the site.
After about 20 minutes, I arrived at the clearing. My friend Reuben and his sister were already there waiting for me. They came towards me with a big smile on their faces again.
“Happy birthday once again, Queeneth,” Aisha said and gave me a tight hug.
I was so happy to see Reuben but covered up.
“Happy birthday Queeneth,” Reuben said and tapped my back gradually.
“Now, let's meet your wolf. It is cold and I don't want you to get sick since your jacket is not covering you well.” Reuben said.
“He is right. It is November, and it's always cold, and my jacket was not covering me from the cold.
“He is right, Queeneth, " Aisha said. Give me your jacket and stand in the middle of the clearing.
I did what she said and stood in the middle of the clearing.
I carefully removed my dress and underwear, including my shoes, and folded them.
“Are you ready, Queeneth. My wolf said.
“I am,” I responded
How do I do this?
“Just relax, it’ll hurt, but it will soon be over. Don't fight it,” she said.
I did what she said. I took a deep breath and allowed my wolf to take control. I started to feel my bones break. I let out a little scream and fell down on my knees.
The pain was much.
I tried to fight but allowed her to take control.
QUEENETH’S POVWhat We Choose Without Being ToldThe border looks smaller than it used to.Or maybe I’m just not standing beneath it anymore.The trees don’t lean in.The air doesn’t thicken.There’s no sense of crossing into something that will notice me and shift to make space.It’s just a line in the earth.Worn down by footsteps.By years of wolves leaving and returning, some of them never realizing how heavy that line once felt.I stand there longer than I mean to.Not stuck.Just… taking it in.The quiet.The honesty of it.No whispers brushing the edges of my thoughts.No pull behind my ribs trying to guide me toward something I haven’t chosen yet.Amy stretches slowly inside me.Not restless.Not pushing.Like she’s waking up into a day that doesn’t demand anything from her.“This is new,” she says.Her voice feels… lighter too.Less layered.Less like it carries something ancient behind it.I nod once.“It is.”Collins is beside me.Close enough that I can feel the warmth of
QUEENETH’S POVA World Without a CenterWe don’t arrive like victors.There’s no rush ahead of us, no howl carried through the trees announcing return or survival. The forest doesn’t part anymore. It just… exists. Thick. Familiar. Honest in a way I never noticed before.For a second, standing at the edge of pack land, I hesitate.Not because I’m afraid of what I’ll find.Because I don’t know what I am to them now.Before, I would have felt it.The shift in the air.The way attention gathers.Now there’s just quiet.Real quiet.Collins doesn’t look at me when I stop. He just waits. Close enough that I know he’s there. Far enough that I know he’s letting me choose the next step.So I take it.The boundary doesn’t react.No ripple.No recognition.Just a line I cross with my own weight.The first wolf who sees us doesn’t bow.He freezes.Then his shoulders drop.That’s it.That’s the reaction.Relief looks smaller than I expected. It doesn’t fall to its knees. It exhales.More of them ap
QUEENETH’S POVAfter the World Lets GoI don’t wake all at once.It comes in pieces.Cold first. Not biting. Just present. Pressed into my back, my arms, the side of my face. Ground. Real. Solid. It doesn’t hum anymore. It doesn’t react to me like it used to. It just… holds me.Then sound.Wind through trees. Uneven. No pattern to it. No whisper hiding inside it. Just air moving because it can.Something cracks nearby. A branch maybe. My body flinches before my mind catches up.That’s new.Before, I would have felt it coming.Before, nothing surprised me.I open my eyes slowly.The sky is there.Plain.Blue stretched thin with early light, no pressure behind it, no weight pressing down through it. I stare at it longer than I mean to, like if I look away it might change its mind and close again.It doesn’t.It just stays sky.My throat tightens.I push myself up on my elbows.Everything aches, but not in a way that feels wrong. Not like something inside me is tearing itself into shape
QUEENETH’S POVWhere Even the Sky Lets GoIt doesn’t feel heroic.There’s no moment where everything lines up and the world pauses for me to understand what I’m about to do.It feels like standing at the edge of something I already stepped into without realizing.And now there’s no stepping back.The Remnants are still around me.Breathing.Waiting.Their leader doesn’t move closer again. He doesn’t need to. His eyes stay on mine like he’s watching a decision form in real time.Collins is on the ground behind them.Alive.I feel that much.Barely.The thread of him is thin, stretched, but still there.It pulls at me.It begs.Not in words.Just presence.Amy feels it too.She shifts under my skin, restless in a way I haven’t felt from her since the first time we lost control together.“This ends wrong,” she says.I don’t argue.Because she isn’t warning me.She’s telling me the truth.There is no clean version of this.No version where I walk out and everything fits back into place li
QUEENETH’S POVWhat Breaks When I Don’t Hold BackIt doesn’t begin with a strike.It begins with a shift.Small.Almost nothing.One of them moves wrong.Not careless. Not slow. Just… off, like the rhythm we’ve been holding finally slips.Amy feels it first.“Now.”The word lands before I can think.The circle reacts immediately.Not panic.Execution.They move together, all seven, like something unseen pulled a thread tight and everything followed.The symbols flare under my feet.Not to hold me.To trigger.Energy snaps up around us, sharp and fast, like the ground is trying to correct something that stepped out of line.I don’t step back.That’s the difference.Before, I would have.Measured.Waited.Now, I move forward.The moment I do, something tears.Not loud.Not visible.Wrong.That’s the only word that fits.The air thins in a way that doesn’t belong to wind or space. Like something that was supposed to stay sealed just… loosens.Amy surges with me.No hesitation.No separat
QUEENETH’S POVBefore the First Watcher BlinkedThe circle doesn’t tighten again.It just… holds.Not trapping.Observing.I can feel it now in a way I couldn’t before. Not just the Remnants standing at the edges, not just the symbols under my feet. Something else sits behind it all, quiet and steady, like a breath that never leaves.Amy shifts inside me.Not restless.Listening.“They’re not the center,” she murmurs.I know.I can feel it.The one who spoke earlier steps forward again. Slow. Careful. Like he understands something fragile has shifted and doesn’t want to break it too fast.“You’re different,” he says.Not admiration.Recognition.“I’ve heard that before,” I reply.My voice sounds steady. It doesn’t feel it.He nods slightly.“Yes. But not like this.”Silence stretches between us. Not empty. Waiting.“You built this,” I say, glancing at the symbols again, the faint hum still lingering under the ground.“No,” he answers.Simple.Certain.It lands harder than denial shoul
QUEENETH’S POVAftermath of ChoiceAfter, nothing feels clean.The air is heavy, sticky with smoke, dust, and something I cannot name. The forest beyond the pack territory shivers under a weight it has never carried before. Wolves are quiet now, unnervingly so. They do not speak. They do not shift.
QUEENETH’S POVThe Weight of CommandI stop the fight.Not with force. Not with strategy. Not with reason. I stop it with a single, unbearable choice.I command them.Not with shouts. Not with gestures. Not with violence. I reach inside, inside the very threads that bind the pack, the invisible cor
QUEENETH’S POVThe Breaking PointEverything breaks.Not slowly. Not softly. Not with warning.It rips apart in pieces too sharp to catch, too loud to ignore.The wards shatter first. Cracks run like veins through the air, sparks flickering against the trees. I can feel the energy twisting, warping
QUEENETH’S POVThe First BetrayalI refuse.Not quietly. Not with hesitation. Not a whisper hidden behind fear.I refuse.The Hollow King tilts his head like he expected it. His laugh rolls over the clearing, low and hollow. Not cruel. Not angry. Just… disappointed.The kind of disappointment that







