LOGINQUEENETH'S POV.
The door opened and the person at the door was not seen.
“My pretty, please check who's at the door.”
I nodded and went to check.
It was Alpha Collins.
“Is Reuben still at home?” he asked
“Yes, he is.”
I wanted to go to the training with Reuben, but as he was already dressed and Alpha Collins showed up at his house, they may have a duty to attend to, which automatically changed my plan.
“Goodbye, Reuben and Success. I'm running late. See you later.’
Reuben smiled at me and Success gave me a cold stare. Bitch.
I walked out of the living room and off to the training ground.
As I was walking down to the training ground, a lot was going through my mind.
I already had a crush on Reuben. The way he takes care of me as though I were his family member made me fall in love with him. Sometimes I wish he would be my mate. We would be great together, and something in me tells me he loves me, too, although he always says that to me anytime we meet.
We never dated or talked about it, but I knew it was going through his mind the same way it's going through my mind. If not that in my pack, it's forbidden for a female wolf to make advances on a male wolf to tell him her intentions, I would have done that to Reuben.
In our pack, it's instructed that everyone keeps themselves for their mate. Sex with other pack members is highly prohibited in our pack. Other packs do it openly, but not in our pack. If caught, it calls for severe punishment. But my instinct kept telling me that Success had already had sex with Alpha Collins, which gave her so much assurance that she was going to be the Luna.
Reuben is the same age as Alpha Collins and has not found his mate. So maybe he is mine and I am his. I’ll not be happy to know that he slept around if he's my mate, but I don't want to hold his past against him.
As soon as I got to the training ground. I saw Reuben's younger sister, Aisha. Aisha is a year older than me. She shifted lady years but has not found her mate. I must confess that she is prettier than I am. She's such a good soul in and out. I’ve watched her on different occasions for years now and she has proved to be a good soul. I love her just the same way I love her brother, and she doesn't joke with me. She takes me as her younger sister she never had.
As soon as she saw me, she rushed and hugged me.
“Good morning, my pretty, in my brother's words,” she said and laughed.
“Good morning, the only one prettier than my pretty.” I snapped and joined her laughing.
She pecked on my forehead.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Why were you late?” she cautioned me just the same way my mother does her rebuking.
“I'm sorry madam.”
“I thought you would be coming with my brother. Where's my brother?”
I let out a short smile.
“I'm I your brother's keeper,” I said, smiling.
“Well, he was the one who delayed me. I went to your house to wait for him but Alpha Collins came visiting.”
Aisha shook her head.
“I thought as much. We’ll have to wait for him to arrive.”
“So Queeneth, what's the preparation for your birthday and first shift tomorrow?”
I hesitated.
“No preparation. I'm just anticipating but bothered at the same time.”
“What is bothering you?”
“I don't know whether I’ll find my mate by tomorrow. I wish I could after meeting my wolf.
Aisha held my waist and pulled me closer gently.
“Don't worry, you'll find your mate. The Moon Goddess will help you and we'll also be with you.”
I felt so much encouraged because I knew Aisha was not mincing words when she said that. If not for her and her brother, I don't know what my fate would be.
We waited and waited for Reuben, but he was not coming forth. The three of us train together. He teaches us a little bit about what they do in their own department during their training session. Both of us trained without her, and after an hour and a half, we were done with our daily training sessions. Reuben was still not back, and we knew he wouldn't be coming again, so we would meet him at the dinner we always went to.
I went home to shower and prep for dinner. I quickly showered and changed into something lighter. I dried my hair and allowed it to fall to my waist.
When I came to the dinner, Reuben and Aisha were already sitting at our usual booth.
“Hey, my pretty,” you look amazing.
I blushed as usual.
“Thank you,” I smiled. “Not as amazing as you do.”
I quickly went and hugged Aisha, who was sitting close to her brother.
“There's something I want to say.” Aisha started.
We all turned towards her direction.
“Something is going through my mind. I'm thinking that Reuben will be your mate, Queeneth and we'll be family.” She said with a big smile on her face.
Immediately, Reuben bowed but didn't say anything. Aisha went close and tapped him.
“Won’t that be beautiful, brother?” She asked.
Reuben raised his face smiling.
“It’ll be beautiful. I’d like that.”
I felt on top of the world and was so surprised that the one I am crushing is also crushing on me, but didn't want to talk about it.
Reuben quickly changed the topic.
“Hey girls, what are we talking about?” he asked.
“Mates,” Aisha said with a huge grin on her face.
“I can't wait to revisit that topic tomorrow.”
Reuben said and winked at me.
We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and gisting.
It was late when I got home, I quickly showered, put on my pyjamas, and got under my covers. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has for me.
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 POVI should have known it would be here.The forest doesn’t change much, even when everything else does. The trees still lean the same way. The ground still dips where we used to fall and laugh and scrape our knees raw. This was where Reuben taught me how to listen to my wolf before any
QUEENETH’S POVThe night of the moon ritual was supposed to be careful. Measured. Safe. A way to pull all the scattered pieces of myself together. But as soon as the silver light hit my skin, I felt something older stir. Something that had been waiting beneath my ribs, beneath my control, beneath t
QUEENETH’S POVThe forest feels different now. Every shadow seems sharper, every rustle louder, like it’s breathing just for me. Reuben is near. I know it without hearing his voice or seeing his face. The signs are small, but they speak louder than any words ever could. A scratch on a tree shaped l
QUEENETH’S POVThe council calls a closed meeting.The room smells of polished wood and fear. Everyone is seated, eyes sharp, teeth hidden behind polite masks. I sit at the edge, noticing the way Alpha Collins positions himself between me and the council, like a shield that doesn’t need words to be







