Annemarie sat down on the bed beside River, touching her gently. “It must be hard, dear. Knowing your sister, the one who took your betrothed and made you run away is close."River let out a humorless chuckle. "Even you know that story, Annemarie?"Annemarie gave her a sad smile. "It's a tale told for years in the pack. It is a sad story, I must say. And it's painful how they didn't see the true you, the strong and gifted woman you are. They laughed at you instead. But River, you are bigger than any one of us could comprehend. I'm sure you know that already.”Her mother’s letter did say the same but it all didn't make sense to her. However, her mother’s letter also told her not to trust anyone with her secret. So, for all she knew, Annemarie might not even know anything about the content of the letter apart from what Finn had told her about. ‘Witchery’. Therefore, she wouldn't just blurt it out but act oblivious until she was sure.“Just how much do you know, Annemarie? What do you m
Gonzalo McGruff~~After the fall, shame crawled up Gonzalo's throat like a bitter weed. Every eye in the bar seemed fixed on him– the fallen Alpha, sprawled on the floor like a commoner. He mumbled his apologies and felt the words scraping against his pride like a saw. There was no way he could stay. It would be way too embarrassing and wouldn't be good for his reputation for rumors to circulate the next morning about the failed Alpha Gonzalo who had turned into a drunkard now.He slipped out of the tavern, the neon sign radiating a garish red glow on his face as he walked past it, making Gonzalo wish he could smash all of his aggression into the thing. The night air felt strangely cold despite the anger churning within him. Anger at his pathetic situation, at his ruined night, and at not being able to help that little girl and her mother.Back at the pack house, he moved like shadow and lightning bolt, hoping to retreat unnoticed to his room. He’d prefer not to be seen at all.Th
The morning sun streamed through the window and attacked Gonzalo’s skin mercilessly. He woke to the gnawing ache of an empty stomach which made shame washed over him again. He hadn't eaten the night before.The events from the previous night played on a loop in his mind. They were like a bitter film he never wanted to see again. Anger at the fight he had with Echo battled with the yearning for a decent meal as his stomach seemed to be relentlessly protesting.He showered but the hot water did little to soothe him. At this point, he didn't think anything would. It was now he understood the importance of family. If he had a wife, daughter, or son in these trying times, going through them would have been easier.Dressing in one of the few remaining clothes he possessed, Gonzalo set his sights on the kitchen, hoping to snag a morsel before venturing out. As he walked the corridors of the packhouse, a familiar greeting startled him. It was Aella, the young she-wolf he'd encountered at the
The cobbled street glinted under the morning sun, leading Gonzalo towards the bakery the man he'd encountered, had mentioned. He also knew of the bakery since it was the biggest one in the pack.The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread hung filled in the air which was a welcome change from the stale air of the packhouse. The bakery itself was a quaint, two-story building with a wooden arched window that offered a glimpse inside where golden light danced upon mountains of golden brown bread and glistening cakes. The aroma of caramelized sugar, cinnamon, and rising dough, filled Gonzalo's senses, provoking his hunger even more. Leafy flower boxes overflowing with crimson petunias lined the windowsills, adding a touch of life to the street.Two young boys, barely teenagers, leaned against the bakery's entrance, tossing a ball back and forth with an air of boredom. Gonzalo approached them with a kind smile."Excuse me, boys," he began, hoping his tone sounded more confident than it felt.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Gonzalo's lips at how the Alpha’s privilege got him a job real quick. "Of course, Mr. Nicholas," Sarah replied, her smile widening as she approached Gonzalo. "Welcome aboard! Mrs. Henderson is quite particular about her croissants, always the one on the left on the bottom shelf."Following Sarah's instructions, Gonzalo steered the bakery. He retrieved the coveted croissant, and the warmth of the fresh pastry becoming a comforting sensation in his hands. As he turned to head back to the counter, a sudden movement outside the window caught his eye.Instinctively, he glanced towards the restaurant across the street. His breath nearly seized at the sight he found. There, roosted precariously on the windowsill, was a little girl with a mop of auburn hair.It was the same girl he'd seen with the woman at the tavern. Her small face was contorted in concentration as she attempted to climb down from the window.“By the Gods, what is she doing?” Gonzalo mu
“Alright, alright," Gonzalo nodded to the young apprentices with a wry smile on his lips. He jotted down the final order and tucked the list into his pocket and gave them a pet pat on the shoulders each. Stepping outside, he breathed in the fresh air, feeling a new light settle upon him. Perhaps, not being in Echo’s packhouse would make his grieving easier. Nah, it was making his grieving easier. This new job wasn't so bad after all. Just then, Nicholas emerged from the back with a flour-dusted hand wiping sweat from his brow. "Gonzalo, my friend," he boomed, his voice filled with light frustration. "Just when I thought I might have a moment of peace, the orders come flooding in like a hungry horde!" Concern formed deep lines on Gonzalo's face. "Is everything alright, Nicholas? Do you need extra help?" Nicholas chuckled. "Actually, that's a good question. We've got a rush today – seems the recent influx of refugees has everyone stocking up on comfort food. How would you feel a
River couldn't believe she was in this predicament all because of some decision taken by her parents when she was born. A wave of nausea washed over her. Her parents, the ones she held on a pedestal, had taken away her birthright? Annemarie reached out to her, placing a gentle hand on River's trembling arm. "No, dear," she said softly. "It wasn't like that. They were desperate. They were facing an impossible situation. The pack wouldn't accept your mother for who she was, and they were terrified of losing each other. The ritual was a last-ditch effort to save your family." River stared at the floor, her mind still racing. If Annemarie thought that would ease her worries, she was wrong. What her parents did was wrong too. Protecting the family was no excuse to justify it.Everything she thought she knew about her past, about her parents, had been destroyed. They were not monsters, but they had made a choice that had a profound impact on her life. "But why me?" she whispered, ga
River stared out the window, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The revelation of her heritage, her hidden power, and the significance of destiny that Annemarie had placed upon her shoulders was overwhelming. Finally, she found her voice and whispered."But why me, Annemarie?" she asked with confusion. "Why are you telling me all this now? Why is your family helping me?"Annemarie's gaze softened with compassion. "Because, dear River," she said, her voice filled with sincerity, "I see myself in you. Ever since I arrived in this pack, mated to the simple stablehand, I witnessed the love story of your parents and the tragedy that unfolded. The struggles they faced, and the heartbreaking choices they were forced to make."Surprise split River’s face into two. "You knew my parents?"Annemarie nodded. "Yes. I saw their unwavering love for each other, the ostracization your mother faced, and the desperate lengths they went to in order to protect their family. Don't forget my husb