The Rebirth of Elena

~ELENA’S POV ~I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, staring at what was left of me. My hands ran down the embroidery of my ceremonial gown—heavy and suffocating. Just like the weight of being the Alpha of Sizzle pack which I carried for years.Unfortunately, that weight was taken off my shoulder. At first I was happy I was doing something like that. Sacrificing my position for my mate, Vernon. That was the best decision to me given the fact that I couldn’t morph.But it turned into a nightmare after I couldn’t give him an heir. Tonight was supposed to be a night of celebration for the Alpha and his family as tradition demanded. I was suppose to be the one sitting on the silver throne made for the alpha.Yet here I was, drowning in sorrows while the man I trusted the most made jolly in the halls, not bothering where I was. I couldn’t bring myself to admitting it. But ever since Vernon became distant from me, I knew something was wrong somewhere.His cold looks and tone whe

~ ELENA’S POV ~I ran through the chaos in the courtyard, my heart racing with fear. The once silent and peaceful night was now in disarray, screams of anguish and pain coming from all sides. The night was lit with fire burning down houses and werewolves.The scent of blood hung thick in the air, deepening the sense of dread which filled the atmosphere. I placed my hand on my stomach, desperate to find Vernon. He needs to know about the child before something bad happens. I could feel it in my guts that this night was going to go down a bad lane. The doctor and I burst out in the garden which was already set ablaze. The sharp clang of swords of the warriors rang in the air, sending cold chills down my spine.As we made a turn for the green house just outside the gates of the garden, I saw Vernon. I froze dead in my tracks as I saw him fighting off the Lycans who charged at him. It wasn’t his loyalty to the pack that made my blood run cold.It was the way he shielded Viola. His body s

~ ELENA’S POV ~Was Rhoda pregnant? I thought. I waited for Lisa to confirm that the door was locked before making her way back to me. I sat, ready to listen to all she had to say. Maybe if I needed answers, Lisa was just the right person to begin with. I tried to steady my composure as she approached. Her smile softened as if she had just given me the news of a lifetime. Inside, my mind raced. What other news was waiting for me ahead? She sat by my side, and I saw her hands fidgeting as it clutched the hem of her dress. She was nervous. “I suspected foul play after I was sent out of the room when you went into labor,” she started, drawing my interest in.“I refused to leave completely. When I couldn’t hear your voice again, or that of a child, I knew something was wrong. The mid-wives all left your room and I came in. I wasn’t able to… to save you. But I saved the baby,” she narrated.I swallowed hard. She’d left me speechless. I searched my mind for the perfect reply, but non was

~ ELENA’S POV ~“We’ve been followed,” My heart hammered in my chest as my hands gripped the child in my arm. He stirred in my arms, his soft whimpers blending with the rising tension in the room. Lisa’s claws extended, her body heating up as she started walking towards the door. The knock came again, causing my blood to run cold. How was someone able to track us through the tunnel? I thought Lisa said it was a secret. The second knock pushed the door in and it creaked open. I heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing who it was. Garrison. Lisa’s claws retracted and I saw her chest return to base with a heavy sigh. “Your grace,” she greeted with a bow.“I’m sorry I startled you,” Garrison apologized, his eres flicking between me and the child in my arms. They were filled with a deepening sense of passion and love as he inched closer. His gaze shifted back to me, with his hand racing up my sleeve. “Can I?” He breathed.“Sure,” I replied with a smile. I gently passed the boy into his arm

~VIOLA,S POV~The cold breeze swept through the open windows, carrying the scent of the woods. I sat by the fireplace in my room, a hand placed protectively on my belly. I massaged it, a faint smile touching my lips as I felt a kick. A full month had gone since my step sister was tajen out of the picture . Yet, my mind wasn’t settled. It seemed there was something missing somewhere. Something that has driven my unsatisfaction. I stood up and made my way to the window, where I watched the rest of the werewolves gathering the rest of their belongings and head back home. The last rites for Elena had taken place earlier today. It was more crowded than I expected. I excused myself from being present and stayed locked in my room all day. She was gone, but it still felt like her shadows lingered in the darkness around the pack house , depriving me of my sanity at night. I resolved to staying away from the dark corners of the pack house. Maybe that way, I’ll stop feeling hunted and watche