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 managed to make it a shouting match,” She pauses for a moment, “What Easton did today was completely wrong. You have been nothing but a good sister to him, and I don’t know what he’s going through at the moment with Greyson, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior. I’m sorry if it looked like I was defending him. I was just…I guess I didn’t like Greyson calling him an ingrate when he isn’t.”
Another silence follows, and I debate whether I should talk with her. The petty, selfish part of me wants her to just leave me alone in my misery, but that part is small and is easily overpowered by the other part that is hurt.
I get up from my bed and walk towards the door.
I open it to see the sorrowful face of my stepmother, and she lightens up upon seeing me. There are remnants of tears in her eyes, and I feel bad for storming off from the dining room as I did. Only slightly so.
“Eliza…” She starts but drawls off, unable to find words.
“It’s…well, it’s not entirely alright,” I find myself saying, “But I understand.”
“I’m sorry for having a shouting match at your birthday lunch,” She states in a small voice, and I go to embrace her. My stepmother is taller than me, but when I embrace her it feels like hugging a younger child. I feel sorry for the strain she was under, trying to manage her son and her husband who was starting to be at odds with one another. My father was not the easiest man to be married to, I presume, with his countenance, but she had handled him for eighteen years. I just wish she stood up to him like she did today sooner.
“It’s fine, mother,” I say, “I forgive you.”
“Thank you, Eliza,” She replies in a choked sort of voice.
We keep hugging for a few moments before breaking off.
She smiles at me and touches my face with her hand, “You’ve grown so big, I remember as if it was yesterday when I was holding you in my arms as you slept soundly,” She remarks, “And now you’re ready to have your very own Midnight Ceremony. You’re a pup no more, Elizabeth.”
“But I will always be your child,” I reply, “Nothing will change that. Even if father and Easton are going to be at each other’s throats. That’s their problem, not ours.”
She laughs deprecatingly, “If only it was that easy…” She shakes her head, “But enough of this. Today is your birthday, and I don’t want to take the mood down further by talking about your brother. Are you hungry? You didn’t eat anything at lunch and you came from practice, so you’re bound to be hungry.”
“I was,” I confess, “But I lost my appetite afterward.”
“You have to have the strength to go through your ceremony,” Carol insists, “So you must have something. Besides the lovely maids baked you a nice cake with chocolate icing inside, you have to have a piece. Here, let me fix you a plate, so you can eat it here in your room. After that, I’ll help you get ready for tonight.”
***
When the sun starts to stray from the skies to kiss the seas, I exit the castle.
The summer heat is significantly less at this time of the day, and the sunrays are less harsh. The sun itself glows orange in the distant mountains, setting serenely t give way to the night. Today is a new moon day, hence the only light source in the sky would be from the stars. Commonly, this is considered to be inopportune for a Midnight ceremony as visibility would be less.
But we were werewolves, dubbed as the creatures of the night. Such things would never deter us from fulfilling our traditions.
I’m dressed in a simple white dress that trails a bit below my knees, which is quite flowy. My hair is loose, and it curls down my back. I am unadorned, with no jewelry or rouge on my face in sight. Just the way I was born. I am also barefoot, and I feel the freshly cut grass of the north pasture of the Crescent Moon pack beneath my sole, dotted with the occasional pebble. I feel connected to mother nature in a way unlike ever before, and that calms me down. The worry I had over my brother and my father, neither of whom had apologized to me yet as Carol did, all but vanishes as I make my way towards the small gathering at the nethermost order of the pack. There are about 10-12 pack elders gathered, each holding a cup of pain in their hands. As soon as they notice me, they turn towards me.
“Welcome, Elizabeth Mannering, daughter of the Alpha,” They say, “Welcome to your Midnight ceremony.”
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
Alexander.There is nothing more freeing that turning into your wolf form.The coldness of the night thrills me as the summer breeze rustles through my fur, and I lick my lips, running my tongue over my sharp teeth as I stretch my legs. My body feels incredibly energized, and I can’t wait to run as fast as I could. My vision is clearer, and the night looks like the day. I could hear everything, like the snap of a twig under a bustling squirrel, the little bird flying through the branches of a maple tree, a rabbit making its way to its burrow, members of the Lunar Legacy pack going on and about in their day…everything. The pain of transformation is minuscule to the pleasure it brings, and the presence of my wolf is heavy in my mind. My wolf can't speak to me as he isn’t an Alpha, but I could feel him, I could sense his emotions. Most of the time, I felt as if it wasn't enough, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. Five years later I was still working on accepting myself, althou