All Chapters of Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I had walked ahead of the visiting Alpha as we made our way through the hallways of the packhouse, excited at the prospect of the awaiting warriors. My insides had filled with anticipation as we approached the packhouse door. My wolf whimpered in eagerness. She was slowly becoming more present as the day proceeded and the effects of the wolfsbane I assumed my father regularly slipped me eased. I liked feeling her presence, as fleeting as it may be as it came and went again. But it was there and it was something. I think she, like me, was eager at the prospect of our senses being overtaken by the scent of our fated mate. The man to save us from the hell our lives had become.He could be out there feeling the same way too. I had seen the look within those beautiful eyes of his. The look of urgency upon his handsome features as he had approached his Alpha. He had known. My whole body trembled but this time there was no fear involved. This was through sheer exhilaration. I had waited for

Having been busy with training, my mind was focused, as always, until rumours began to spread that a visiting warrior had been killed within our pack. A potential rogue attack was what was being said, and that was always a cause for concern. We had not had issues with rogues in a long time. My mind was far from training now, and I could not help but wonder if I should go and seek out my Dad to see if anything needed to be done. I may not be Beta yet, but I would be one day, and I wanted to be able to prove myself...It was only as I contemplated that, that I recieved a mindlink, which would change everything for one member of my family. My Alpha, suggesting I go and check up on my sister, initially seemed like an odd request, until he began to explain. And suddenly the rumours were no longer rumours. I was hearing from the pack leader himself a warrior had been killed within our pack. And that warrior was my sister's fated mate. I knew in that instant I needed to get away and hurry to

My brother's comforting hug had been a bid to reassure me. Calm me. Help me. And, as much as I appreciated his attempts, I just wanted to be alone. The tears were not going to stop, no matter how many hugs I was given. The only embrace I wanted to feel, was now gone. An embrace I had never experienced, but one that I so desperately craved. I slid away from my brother and rushed to the solace of my room. Engulfed in silence I fell to my bed.And there, I had lay, my mind filled with the very few visions I had of the man that should have been the man made for me. The man chosen for me by our moon goddess. A man snatched from me before we had a chance. No memories to share. A sad reminder of the way he was taken from me. And as I lay with thoughts of Rafe filling my mind I sobbed until my body ached. Until there was no more tears to cry. Crying for a man I did not physically know. Yet a man my soul was paired with. My other half. And now he was gone. Along with all of my hopes.And, sadl

I walked back into the house to that stale stench of alcohol. My father had been drinking once again. How he was fit for purpose as our pack Beta I had no clue, or why our Alpha tolerated it. He had begun drinking heavily since my mother had passed away, and the amount he drunk only continued to increase over time, along with his anger and resentment toward my sister.As the years went along, and I grew, I hoped he would grieve for his mate and come to be the man he once was. The care free, loving and fun father. The pack Beta that so many turned to for support. That so many respected. But instead, he seemed to withdraw further and further into himself, and my poor sister never got to experience the father I had witnessed for those first six years of my life. He was as lost to us now as our mother.Alcohol was not meant to affect us as werewolves, or in the least we were meant to have a greater tolerance to it, but I think that only works when drunk to a certain level. The quantity at

Draven prowled through the trees the way he loved to when he was given the freedom of our runs. This was his playtime. The forest became his playground once he had pushed himself to his fullest in his running. Pushing his body to it's limits. Now he was toying with the small animals that were doing their damned hardest to flee from him. I knew he enjoyed the teasing… toying with them. The pleasure of the hunt… He was a wolf after all. This was his was to relax after over-exerting.I had dropped back within his mind to allow him the liberty to enjoy himself. I enjoyed our runs. The space. That chance to be free. And feeling my wolf at his strongest. That reminder just how powerful he was. With the generally peaceful world we lived within at present it was rare my wolf had to fully flex his dominance, so other than training, it was rare he got to show his strength. And strength was something he held in abundance.A true Alpha wolf. Powerful. Ruthless. Intimidating. Maybe more so since I