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 POVI go back to the archives the next morning.Collins tells me I should wait.I tell him I already waited long enough.He doesn’t argue.Maybe because he knows there is no point.Maybe because he sees the same thing I do whenever I look at that burnt page.Someone tried to destroy it before I could understand it.That means somebody is afraid of what happens when I do.The archive still smells like smoke.Wet ash covers the floor. Some shelves are gone completely. Others are blackened along the edges, their books swollen from the water thrown over them.I step inside slowly.There is something strange about seeing history reduced to this.Names that once mattered.Promises people died protecting.Laws that shaped generations.All of it can disappear in a single night if someone decides it should.I run my fingers over a burned shelf.“A lot of people worked very hard to make sure I never found this.”Collins stands behind me.“Then let’s make sure they regret it.”I glanc
QUEENETH’S POVI tell Collins about the dream after breakfast.Not because I want to.Because the image of that woman has been sitting inside my head since I opened my eyes, and every time I try to push it away, I see the crown again.Dark.Heavy.Sitting on her head like it belonged there.Like it had been waiting for her.Or me.Collins is standing near the window when I finish telling him.He doesn’t speak.That’s the first thing I notice.Usually, Collins has something to say.Even when he doesn’t know what to say, he’ll find something. A question. A stupid comment. Anything to keep silence from becoming too heavy.This time, nothing.I watch him.“You know something.”His eyes remain on the window.“I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.”He finally turns around.His face has changed.Not fear exactly.Recognition.And I know that expression.I’ve seen it on people who suddenly realize the thing they were hoping wasn’t real has just walked through the door.“What?” I ask.He lo
QUEENETH’S POVI wake up expecting to feel something.Pain.Power.That familiar pressure behind my ribs.Amy.Anything.For a few seconds, I just lie there.The ceiling above me is the same one I have stared at a hundred times. A small crack runs from the corner near the window, disappearing behind the old wooden beam. Morning light slips through the curtains and paints a thin line across the floor.Everything looks normal.That should make me feel better.It doesn’t.I wait.Usually, Amy is there before I’m fully awake.Sometimes she complains about the cold.Sometimes she tells me to go back to sleep.Sometimes she just sits quietly inside me, warm and familiar, like another heartbeat tucked beneath my own.This morning there is nothing.I swallow.My eyes close again.Maybe she’s tired.Maybe after everything that happened, she needs rest.“Amy?”Nothing.My stomach drops.I sit up too quickly.The room tilts.I grab the edge of the mattress until it settles, breathing through my
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
Collins’s POVI’ve loved her for longer than I want to admit. Maybe from the first day she argued with me in class, chin high, eyes full of fire. I saw something in her then — something fierce and untouchable.But she wasn’t mine.She stared at him all the time. Reuben. And something twisted insid
Queeneth’s POVThe first morning of resumption came too quickly. My body was already restless when I woke up before the sun rose. Soft light filtered through the curtains, and the air was cool. Beside me, my phone buzzed—it was Collins' message.Good morning my Luna. I am so excited to see you at s
Queeneth’s POVThe morning light swept across the room Slowly, as if scared to wake us. Beside me, Collins was still asleep. He had a serene expression on his face that I hadn't seen in a while. His breathing was steady as his lashes lay gently against his skin. He didn't appear to be the Alpha tha
Queeneth’s POVThe house was quiet when we got back. The rain still whispered against the windows, a low, steady sound that somehow made everything inside feel heavier. I was cold, drenched, and hollowed out.Collins turned to leave but I caught his wrist. “Don’t,” I whispered. My voice cracked, thi







