Elizabeth.
My eyes widen as the words register in my mind, and I can’t believe that he just said it.
“What?!” I demand.
“You heard me. That ingrate needs to learn his place!” My father reiterates, and from the corner of my eye, I see my stepmother grit her teeth.
“Father,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster although my heart hammers in my chest, thoughts run in my mind mile a minute, “What reason did Easton give for missing the meal?”
“He said he was busy-” My stepmother immediately starts, but my father cuts her off.
“Disrespect, that’s the reason,” Alpha Mannering thunders, banging his fist on the table, “This has been going on ever since that boy turned eighteen. Once he found his wolf, he’s starting to act as if he’s an Alpha. No, not even an Alpha would be as arrogant as he is being!”
Easton was a Delta, and I don’t think he is acting as my father claims he is. My father got angry easily when he thought that people were trying to go above him. Easton was twenty-one, so trying to be more independent from my father was only natural at such an age. I honestly didn’t see why he was making such a big deal out of Easton missing one lunch with us.
“Or” I try to reason, “Easton really is busy. Even if he isn't, missing lunch with us is not reason enough to deprive him of being my Beta or my Gamma in the future. That’s quite a harsh punishment for such a little offense.”
But that was the wrong thing to say because my father blows up on me, “Are you taking his side now too? First your stepmother and now you?!”
“Father, you are making a scene,” I notify him as his voice has risen, “And I am only taking the side of reason. I’ve never even thought about who my Beta or my Gamma would be because I still don’t know which tier I belong to. I might turn out to be a Delta or an Omega.”
“Nonsense, Mannering wolves are always Alphas. That’s why we don’t have more than one child to carry on our name. The firstborn can never not be an Alpha,” He brushes me off, “You could choose whoever you like to be your Beta and Gamma, except for that ingrate."
"Elizabeth is correct, Greyson," My Stepmother pipes in, surprising me, “You are overreacting. Easton is a good boy who is certainly not an ingrate as you claim to be. He only missed the lunch because he was busy, not because he wanted to make a statement against you. Even if he disliked you, he won’t have done it to his sister.”
My father stares at her as if she’d grown a horn and I realize that I was about to witness my parents fight. On my eighteenth birthday. Over my brother’s absence at a meal.
Oh, Goddess have mercy, why today of all days?!
“Are you defending him?” He utters as if he can’t believe it.
“I am trying to make you see that your son is not the enemy you make him out to be,” Carol insists, looking extremely uncomfortable, “He’s just growing up, trying to find himself. He’s got friends and duties in the pack that takes up his time, he may not always get time to spend with us.”
But what duties does Easton have? He wasn’t my father’s Beta or Gamma; he wasn’t even in the Guard. He had finished schooling, and now he was…
I realize then that I have no idea what my brother does with his time. I have seldom seen him around the pack at training ranges and whatnot. Perhaps I judged my father too quickly, perhaps his claim about Easton disliking him had some merit.
Which makes me quite sad. I, like many other children, did not like to see my family at odds with each other. And even if we had our distance, I still loved Easton. I stopped seeing him as my stepbrother years ago, to me, he was my sibling in every form that matters. Having my father be mad at my brother was not a pleasant feeling.
“What duties does he have, Carol? He’s not in the guard, he doesn’t have a job except occasionally aiding in hunting trips. He gangs up with those friends of his and just loiters around doing nothing. Rarely do I see him at the training ranges even, and you remember how we got messages from the school stating he was skipping classes?” My father, “So enlighten me, wife, what duties does your son have, so much so that he can’t spare a few minutes of his time to come and have lunch with us?!”
I stare at my full plate of food that suddenly looks so very unappetizing, starting to feel angry at Easton. Seriously, couldn’t he have just made an appearance? It was my eighteenth birthday, the day of my Midnight Ceremony, and my parents were fighting about Easton. I wanted this time to get some advice from them regarding the ceremony, I wanted to ask them what it was like when they found their own wolves. The Midnight ceremony was such an intimate affair that no one spoke much about their experiences because they thought that going through them as a surprise was part of the process. But ever since I could remember, I didn’t like surprises. I didn’t like unpredictability.
So I wanted my parents to give me some advice, but it seemed like I wasn’t going to. While I was glad that my normally demure stepmother was taking the opportunity to stand up to my father, I just wished they waited till lunch was over for it.
“'Your son, your son!' I’m sick of you calling him that whenever you want to blame him,” My stepmother was saying, “Yet when he accomplishes something, he is our son.”
“I call him your son because he is your son. If you can’t remember, he is not my son!” My father bellows, and you could hear a pin drop in the silence that follows.
Extremely fed up with this, I get up from the chair.
“Excuse me,” I mutter in a shaky voice, “But today is my eighteenth birthday, and tonight I have to face my Midnight ceremony. I don’t want to hear all of this now.”
With that, I leave the dining room.
Elizabeth.Carol comes knocking at my doors moments after, but I don’t want to speak with her, so I stay where I am, with my head buried in a soft pillow on which my tears dry. I’m normally not a person to cry out loud when I am upset. Most of the time, I’d just bury my face in a pillow and let the tears fall soundlessly as I run every reason as to why I’m sad in my head until the severity of those reasons and the intensity of my emotions die out. It was my coping mechanism with grief, and after a good cry, I would find myself being able to completely move on from it.“Eliza,” Carol’s voice comes from the other side of the door, and I think I hear the sadness in it, “I am so very sorry that we made a scene at the table today, especially considering how it’s your birthday. I didn’t intend to let myself get carried away like that, I was too caught up in my own emotions that I failed to think about you, and I truly, truly regret it. Today was supposed to be your celebration, but we manage
Elizabeth.“Good evening, Elizabeth,” Judy, the oldest woman in our pack shuffles towards me, holding her wooden bowl of yellow paint as if it’s a precious gem. She just might be the only person in the pack who is smaller than me apart from the children, the only person who I have to look down to speak with. She smiles at me, her grey eyes which are like mine twinkling, “How are you? How do you feel?”“Nervous now, to be honest,” I don’t mention the fight my family had at the lunch before, “Everything is going to change from today.”“Not entirely,” She replies, “You would still be the same girl you were, just more complete.”“How does it feel when you first transform?” I ask, “Is it disorienting?”“I don’t remember how I felt when I first turned, dear girl, as it was a long, long time ago,” The elder chuckles, “But I assure you, it would be the opposite of disorienting. In fact, it would be serene. Calming. You would finally feel completely attuned in your skin, connected with the eart
Elizabeth.“Mother?” I whisper as the scream continues on. My blood runs cold as everyone whips their heads in the direction of the castle. I’d never heard my stepmother scream like that before, and the first thing in my mind is that something dangerous had happened.I’m frozen where I stand until another scream splits through the air, and that manages to break my stupor.“Mother!” I scream out and start running in the direction of the castle as fast as my bare feet could take me. My heart pounds in my chest as my mind conjures millions of scenarios for me to panic over. What had happened? Was my stepmother hurt? Was my father hurt? Was it Easton? Had they been attacked? How could they be attacked they were in the castle!The northern border is not that far from the castle and in moments I find my feet slapping on the cobblestone-laid path that leads up a small slope towards the castle. From the corners of my eyes, I notice torches being lit on either side of the road as I run, and peo
Elizabeth.I didn’t even get to put a handful of yards of distance between me and the Crescent Moon pack. As I ran from my home, I heard Herald yell behind me, and when I did the mistake of looking over my shoulder, I realized that there were five men chasing me. Herald turns to his wolf form to deter them, but it’s five against one, so as two of the wolves take over him the other three start to chase me in their wolf forms. Alarm rushes through my being as I pump my legs faster. I don’t know who these wolves are, I’ve never seen them in the pack before. They must be the outsiders that Easton had somehow managed to procure in order to take over my father!I shake my head and run faster. I can’t afford to think right now, there was danger afoot and I had to flee.The Lunar woods is an old forest. It had existed even before the Crescent Moon pack was formed by the first Alpha Mannering, and it had existed long before the human kingdom outside the forest was even founded. Legend says that
Elizabeth.I lean on a tree, panting. I think I’ve successfully shaken off the wolves who were tracking me, but I can’t be sure. The night has become darker, and I can see the stars blinking through the sparse clouds as I look up. I’d just climbed a mountain, and my legs ache. I’m still drenched from my trek into the tunnel behind the waterfall, and the cold air of the night bites at my skin. I feel a headache approaching, along with a runny nose. There’s nothing more I want to do than return back home, change out of my clothes and bundle up on my bed in front of the fireplace.Home. The very word makes my stomach drop, as it reminds me of what had happened just hours ago.I don’t know the distance I’ve traveled from the pack, nor the time I spent on it. It feels like a lot. My head and my body are heavier than ever, every step I take is an effort because it feels like my feet are trying to fuse to the ground. I have the unshakable urge to scream, which I feel like I should attest to t
Elizabeth.With my heart racing, I limp forward, disregarding the pain in my ankle, constantly looking back. Through the trees and shrubbery, I notice three wolves approaching me. One is grey while the other two are shades of brown. Their amber eyes latch onto me as soon as they appear, and a cry escapes my throat.“Stay away from me!” I scream at them as they come running towards me. I move towards the edge of the cliff as fast as possible. The gushing sound roars underneath me, and I realize that the cliff leads to the Genecy river.The Lunar woods were plentiful in water bodies, and you could find waterfalls at every turn. But there was only one river nearby, and that was the Genecy river. The Genecy river provided the whole land, supernatural, and humans alike, with water, and it was large enough for human ships to run further downstream. But around the Lunar woods, where the river began, it was still very narrow and shallow. I am trapped on a cliff in between a river and traitors
Alexander.“Alex, good timing,” My father says as I enter the pack manor of the Lunar Legacy pack. He stands in the main living room which has been converted into a conference area since the beginning of time, really. There is a rather large desk in the middle of the room where more than ten people can sit at. I’ve personally never seen the table being used for anything because there had never been a situation where such a large conference was to be carried out. Normally my father would just use it as a prop to deliver his orders to the pack as he is doing now.Perhaps I should be glad that the table had never been used because that means there wasn’t such a significant threat to my pack.“Good evening, father,” I greet him as I close the door that leads to the conference room, “You called for me?”“Yes, I did,” My father replies, getting up from where he was sitting at the head of the table, “There is a small crisis at hand, and I hoped that you could help me resolve it.”“Sure, what
Alexander. I meet up with the rest of the scouting team, and my father’s Gamma, Craig greets me.“Well, hello, Alex,” He clasps my hands, “Your father told me that you would be leading the scouting mission today, and I have to say I was surprised upon hearing it.”“Me too,” I reply enthusiastically, “I never thought I’d get the opportunity again, to be honest.”“It’s high time he gave you the chance,” Craig remarks, “Caster might be the Alpha heir and all, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn this stuff as well. One day, your brother might choose you to be his Beta or his Gamma. By the way, had your brother given you his decision yet?”The happiness I feel dampens a bit at that.“Not yet, I’m afraid,” I mutter, “But I’m sure he will soon. After all, he’s only twenty years of age yet, and father is in peak health. He has plenty of time.”We both knew I was only making excuses for my brother.Caster had recently turned twenty years old, and by the norms of the pack, he should be ch