Arla woke with a gurgled scream, gasping as her eyes darted manically. Her bedroom. Another dream. There were so many horrors that she witnessed that day, yet she couldn’t understand why it was the green-eyed witch who had kept visiting her in her dreams - nightmares - each night for the past two months.
The witch’s light green eyes had looked at her as though she knew something and saw something no one else could. She also couldn’t forget the way her skin had tingled, like goosebumps without the bumps.
She didn’t think the witch wanted to harm her. If she’d wanted to, she could have struck her down easily, but Arla never felt as though she were in danger.
She had an overwhelming urge to seek her out, but knew a twelve-year-old girl would not get far on her own, and no sane witch would venture anywhere near this territory. Alpha Anton had made it clear that death was the only friend of a witch who found themself on the Apostle Ridge Pack’s territory.
“Mum, I’m going to school,” she shouted from the kitchen, packing the lunch she’d just made into her backpack. “I’ve made you some lunch, it’s in the fridge for later.”
Arla knew the food would still be there, untouched, when she returned from school. Hearing no response, she walked past the lounge room where her mother was lying on the couch and through the front door, heading off to school.
Esther’s once sun-kissed skin now looked pale, emphasising the red puffiness that encircled her dark brown eyes, their sparkle long gone. Her once vibrant and striking ginger hair was now dull and sitting in a perpetually messy bun on her head. Her appearance was in perfect synchronicity with her unhappiness.
Arla missed her father - his warm smile, his kind emerald green eyes, his jokes that always made her laugh. But she missed her mother with a more intense level of pain. Her mother was still here with her, but she was no longer the same person. She supposed that Alpha Anton must be going through similar turmoil. After all, he lost his mate too.
Alpha Anton had changed since the attack, and the entire pack had felt its effect. The Alpha had always been hot-headed and firm, but he was now angry and cruel. He ruled with complete control, making the rules and breaking them as he saw fit, and it left the pack members on edge. His loathing for witches seeped into the minds of the entire pack.
School was no reprieve for Arla. Natasha, the Alpha’s daughter, had been making her life hell and today was no exception. The class had taken great delight, sniggering and laughing as Natasha ridiculed and belittled her.
Adding salt to the wound, she’d had to listen to Natasha and Amaya, the daughter of the new Beta, talk about the upcoming visit from Alpha Lorenzo of the Southern Mountains Pack. He ran one of the largest werewolf packs in the south and it was a big deal for him to visit. The Alpha and Beta families would be attending the dinner, and Arla couldn’t help but feel jealous of the fact that it was now Amaya who got to go, rather than her.
“Oof.”
Arla felt a sharp pain in her back as she landed heavily on the dry dirt path with a thud.
“Watch where you’re going!” said Natasha, full of disgust as she looked at Arla.
Everybody grieves differently. This was Natasha’s way.
“You pushed me from behind, Natasha. I wasn’t in your way.”
“Who are you to talk to me like that?”
“I’m your best friend.”
“Not anymore. Your dad let my mother die.”
“My dad died trying to protect her!” Arla shouted.
“Well, he failed, didn’t he? He isn’t a Beta anymore, and neither are you. You’re nothing. A nobody. I’m the Alpha’s daughter, I don’t make friends with common trash.”
Arla felt a swirling sensation build in her gut. She had always felt it when she got upset or angry, but the moment she noticed it, it vanished again. That night in the forest, the witch had unraveled it even further. It now felt free. If only she knew what it was.
“Arla! Natasha!” shouted their teacher, Mrs Farrell, walking towards them. “The bell has gone. Go home Natasha, I’ll deal with Arla.” Natasha smiled smugly as she walked away.
“I saw her push you,” said Mrs Farrell, softening her voice as she put her arm around Arla. “I will talk to her father about her behaviour.”
“Please don’t!” begged Arla. “It will only make things worse.”
“Run along home, dear. Tell your mother I said hello,” she replied with a sigh.
Home sweet home, Arla thought bitterly.
Her mother was asleep on the couch where she had left her that morning. She threw her backpack in her bedroom, then began tidying up and preparing dinner. Her mother’s untouched lunch was still in the fridge, just as she suspected it would be.
Angrily chopping carrots, her emotions began to get the best of her as she tried to make sense of the situation she now found herself in. She wished with all her might that things could go back to the way they were. Back when she had a dad, a mum, a best friend. Back when everyone she knew was happy.
“Arla, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school?” asked Esther from the doorway, jolting Arla from her thoughts.
“Why would you care, anyway?” she replied angrily, hastily wiping the tears from her face.
“Of course I care. I’m your mum, it’s my job to care.”
“You don’t, not really. All you do is pretend to care and then cry all the time when you think I can’t hear you. I just want things to go back to normal,” Arla shouted, shaking with pent up anger and frustration.
Arla’s words chipped away another tiny piece of Esther’s heart. She’d thought she was doing a better job at shielding Arla from her grief than she obviously was. Esther reached out to hug and comfort her.
Arla was feeling the strange yet familiar swirling sensation of power in her gut. She didn’t want her mother’s comfort; she wanted to feel the anger and rage that she had been holding back since the death of her father.
“No!” she shouted, as she pushed Esther away.
It was too late by the time she noticed her hands glowing, as though they were holding a pure white ball of light. As she made contact, her mother flew backwards, her back crashing into the door frame before she fell to the kitchen floor.
“Mum!” she shouted, rushing to her mother’s side. They both stared at each other, open-mouthed and in absolute shock.
"I’m ok, sweetie,” reassured Esther.
“Wh-what was that?” Arla squeaked, no longer shaking with rage but in fear.
“No one can know of this, Arla.”
“Mum, I don’t even know what I did. It just happened,” Arla replied with a quiver.
“I know you didn’t mean to do it, but if Alpha Anton were to find out, you would be in grave danger. You mustn’t do it again, Arla, promise me,” begged Esther.
A knock sounded at the door, startling Arla and Esther, who was picking herself up from the floor.
Flustered, Arla opened the door, craning her neck up to meet the eyes of Alpha Anton.
“Alpha, what a surprise, what can I do for you?” asked Esther, trying to keep her tone light and the wariness from it. Horace and Anton had been good friends, but Esther had never liked his hot temper and the way he let it control him. “I understand Natasha has been giving Arla a hard time at school. I wanted to come and apologise for her behaviour,” he replied, glancing briefly at Esther, then fixing his gaze on Arla, who kept her eyes downward. “Oh, well, thank you,” she replied, feeling embarrassed that she hadn’t known that Arla was having issues. “Would you like to come in?” Alpha Anton followed Esther into the house and sat at the head of the dining table as she made coffee. Arla sat warily at the opposite end and be
Esther’s blood turned to ice. Two days. Two days was all it had taken for him to find them. Beta Wesley crossed the road, heading towards her. She dropped the shopping bag, grabbed Arla’s hand and ran. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him in pursuit and made a blind turn down an alleyway. Despair shot through Esther as she took in her surroundings and realised the alley was a dead end. The red brick wall of a building was on her left, high wooden fences lined the right-hand side and the back, and a small silver hatchback car was parked halfway down in the centre of the road. “Arla, run and find somewhere to hide, sweetie,” she said, watching as Arla scurried underneath the silver car. “Esther, don’t fight,” said Beta Wesley softly. “You know yo
Alpha Lorenzo’s voice pulled Arla out of slumber, and she rubbed her eyes with her fists as she roused groggily. Her peace shattered immediately as the memories of the evening swamped her, shrinking in her seat as the images of the alleyway returned to bombard her. She turned away from the Alpha to look out the window, not wanting him to think of her as weak as the tears threatened to flow. They turned in to a long driveway paved with smooth grey stones. She wished it wasn’t so dark, so she could get a better look at her new home. Home, she thought. The word feeling strange in her mind, as she tried to imagine anywhere feeling like home without her parents, the only family she’d ever had. As they drove further, she could see lights up ahead, illumi
“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Granny Elsie asked worriedly, rushing into the bathroom. “I-I don’t think so,” she stammered. Granny wrapped her in a towel and led her back to the bedroom. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to do it,” Arla apologised as she got dressed. “Will the Alpha kick me out?” she asked tentatively. “Of course not, dear. It wasn’t your fault. The screen can be replaced, you cannot. He’ll just care that you’re not hurt. Come now and have some dinner,” Granny reassured her. Alpha Lorenzo had kept to himself in his office since they returned home. He’d tried to focus on work, but had been completely preoccupied with thoughts of the blonde girl upstairs. I
They walked through the front doors, and Arla noticed a girl waiting near the driveway. “Oh good, Chloe, you’re already here,” said Millie, walking forward to unlock the red sedan parked in the circular driveway in front of the house. “Arla, this is my daughter, Chloe, she’s going to spend the day with us.” There was no mistaking that Chloe and Millie shared genes. Chloe was only slightly taller than Arla, which was no magnificent feat, as Arla was petite for her age, and she was also rounder in the face and body. Her hair was the same mousy brown as Millie’s, and hung thin and perfectly straight, with her fringe grazing her eyebrows. Her eyes were also identical to her mother’s, almond-shaped, hazel and appeared genuinely kind. “Welcome to the pack, Arla,” Chloe said with a smile as she looked over Arla’s
It was late afternoon by the time they arrived back at the packhouse, Arla and Chloe chatting animatedly the entire way. As they pulled up in the driveway and began taking bags out of the boot, Beta Drew and Eli stepped out of the front door on their way out. “Wow, someone’s been busy today,” Eli commented, stepping forward to help carry the bags. “I’m so tired,” complained Arla. “Who knew how exhausting shopping could be?” “Are you sure you’re going to make it up the stairs?” laughed Beta Drew, also picking up some shopping bags. “I think I’ll manage...just,” she replied overdramatically, eliciting louder laughter from Drew. “Drew and I have got these, Millie. We’ll take them up to Arla’s room. Head home and enjoy the r
Another fitful night of sleep ensued, with images of both her parents’ deaths haunting her dreams, along with the unsettling feeling of being watched when she woke. She kept her new mermaid lamp on all night, and she could have sworn that every time she looked at the mirror upon waking, an image would dart away quickly, as though it didn’t want to be seen. I’m not going crazy, she thought. I’ve actually lost my mind. For the second night in a row, Granny Elsie was there for her, wiping the sweat from her brow and comforting her during the night as she cried with sadness and shook with fear. Arla woke in the morning, still absolutely exhausted. Millie was pulling open the cur
Arla’s thirteenth birthday came and went, and she had settled in and started to feel at home. The nightmares began to ease, which meant not only was she getting more sleep, so was Granny Elsie and unbeknownst to Arla, Alpha Lorenzo, also. Arla, Chloe and Felix became firm friends, and the two newcomers joined Chloe’s posse of friends, sharing break times at school together. Arla and Felix, however, were almost inseparable. Wherever one went, the other was not far away. Felix’s dad, Dustin, was a surgeon in the human world before finding his werewolf mate, and was now training at the pack hospital, learning everything he could about applying his existing knowledge to healing wolves. He worked shifts, so on the days he was sleeping, Felix would have dinner at the packhouse with Arla, and the days
Arla, Lorenzo, Lydia and the witches had assembled in front of the pack hospital, waiting for the return of the rescue party. The witches were abuzz with a mixture of nerves and excitement. For some, it had been many long months since they’d seen their loved ones, and they still had no idea the conditions they were kept in, how they were being treated, or if they were still alive. Milo exited the first van, approaching Lorenzo and bowing his head respectfully as the rest of his team helped the passengers alight. Lorenzo held out his hand to shake Milo’s, stepping aside as one witch cried out and ran to embrace her daughter. “There were three casualties in the cells, Alpha. We’ve wrapped them and transported them with us, they’re arriving in a separate vehicle shortly. I thought their relatives would want th
Arla entered the bathroom, stripping off her borrowed clothes and running the hottest shower she could tolerate. Stepping into the stream, she lathered up her body wash, watching the dried blood and dirt slide down her body and into the drain. She became lost in her thoughts as snippets of the battle replayed in her mind - the evil look in Alpha Anton’s eyes, her fear for Lorenzo and her pack, the strength and power she felt when she used the mate-bond, Maeve’s pain as teeth sank into her neck…” She screamed as she was pulled from her thoughts by a pair of muscular arms around her waist. “Sorry, sorry, I thought you heard me come in,” Lorenzo soothed, holding her close. “Drew! Violet! Lorenzo, we need to inform her dad,” she struggled against him, her fac
Arabella stalked her prey silently, creeping further out of sight. With teeth bared, she saw her opportunity and took it. Arabella flew gracefully through the air, her attention focused squarely on the neck of the white wolf whose back was to her. Her sharp teeth pierced Maeve’s skin like needles and the white wolf yelped in both surprise and pain. Arabella’s paws had barely made contact with the ground when she felt an intense pain tear through her body. It started at her neck, causing her to open her jaw in reflex, releasing Maeve, who backed away. The pain quickly radiated throughout her whole body as she was flung forcefully to the ground. Violet felt weak, her connection to Arabella fading, and when Arabella glanced at her paws, Violet saw she was lying in a pool of dark crimson blood. 
As they forged deeper into the forest, they finally spotted Alpha Anton, standing in human form and surrounded by witches, only a handful of whom Arla recognised. Where did he find these witches, and where are Sadie and Victor? Were they punished for my escape? The thought made her stomach churn violently, and her mind raced. The sound of Marcel pulled from her thoughts as he unleashed a loud, primal, Alpha howl. Marcel shook his head in confusion, turning to see the wolves from his own pack, along with Alpha Dominic and Alpha Roman, also submitting. Arla and Alpha Anton’s army were the only wolves seemingly unphased by it. “You issued a fucking Alpha King comm
The first warning siren sounded at five o’clock in the morning. Lorenzo and Arla sprang from the bed as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains. They quickly dressed in the first clothes they could find, listening to the sounds of frantic movement below them in the house. “Alpha, incoming, approaching the western border. Forest is ablaze. There are too few of them for it to be the full attack,” came the mind-link from Eli. “Probably a diversion, only send enough teams to cover it.” “Yes, Alpha. I’ll keep you updated.” Lorenzo relayed the message to Arla as he pulled the curtains open and saw the smoke rising in the distance. He could feel the adrenaline begin to flow in preparation for battle. The responsibility on his shoulders felt immense.
Violet stood in the training hall with the rest of the pack’s warriors, waiting for the meeting to start. She had presumed the gathering was to announce battle plans, but had been surprised to hear people around her mentioning that the Alpha was going to choose his mate today. Alpha Lorenzo was six years past mating age and still had not found his true mate, so it made sense that he would select a chosen mate. Violet had no doubt in her mind that he would choose her. She had rejected her mate in order to be with the Alpha and was still feeling some of the effects months later, but her single-minded focus on becoming Luna helped distract her from the pain. The pain would all end once Alpha Lorenzo called her name. The hall quietened as the head warriors arrived, and Violet’s chest constricted painfully
After breakfast, Lorenzo and Arla joined the visiting Alphas and their delegates in the conference room. Some packs had brought their Alpha and Beta along, while other packs had left their Betas to run their pack at home and had bought a head warrior in their place. Alpha Lorenzo had called his senior team into the meeting, so Drew, Eli, Andy, Milo and Jake were all in attendance. Introductions were made and Arla hoped she wouldn’t have to refer to anyone by name, as she’d immediately forgotten half of their names and packs. The men soon settled down to business. “To bring you up to speed, Luna, our borders have been reinforced, patrols are more frequent, warriors from all packs are on standby and ready to fight when the time comes,” Drew informed her, enjoying watching her squirm uncomfortably when he called her Luna, and hoping that she wouldn’t make
They were almost out the back door when Millie’s voice called out. “Good morning, Alpha, Luna,” she said, bowing her head with an excited grin. “Good morning, Millie,” replied Alpha Lorenzo. He could sense her excitement, making him smile warmly in return. “You don’t have to call me Luna,” replied Arla, feeling embarrassed that this wonderful woman who had treated her like a daughter all these years was bowing to her. “Oh, don’t spoil my fun, I want to,” she said, giddy, reaching out and pulling Arla in tightly for a hug. “Congratulations darling, you will be a wonderful Luna.” Arla was suddenly hit with a wave of guilt. She had been so overwhelmed since she arrived back home, and then caught up in her bubble of love, th
Lorenzo opened his eyes slowly. His entire body felt stiff and sore, as though he hadn’t moved a muscle in quite a while. The early morning sun was streaming through the curtains, casting an orange glow over the room. Isn’t it night time? He thought, confusion clouding his brain as he tried to recall what had happened. Arla! He turned his heavy head to see her platinum waves fanning over his chest, and wiggled his fingers, feeling her small hand in his. He sighed with contentment and smiled to himself, the delicate sparks dancing on his skin where she lay. Fuck, he suddenly thought.