--Alyssa--"Can we leave now?" I said through the mindlink the moment I entered the room. I didn't want to stay here any longer than I already had."So soon?" Dad's voice sounded in my mind. I forced a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes."I have something to discuss with the King here. Why don’t you go ahead, and I'll come back later," he added. I nodded, relief flooding through me as I quickly exited the dining room. Xavier's concerned gaze followed me, and I sensed his worry through the mindlink."What’s wrong?" he asked."I'm suddenly not feeling well," I lied, my voice sounding strained even in my mind. I hurried to the car we arrived in and sank into the seat. Moments later, Grandma joined me, her presence a comforting balm. She reached over, smoothing my hair back gently.The driver started the car, the engine’s hum a welcome distraction."What happened?" Grandma asked through the mindlink, her voice soft and full of concern."I saw my mom," I replied, my voice trembling. Tears
--Alyssa--Things have not been going well for me these past few days. Today, we were having the pack introductions to bring the White wolves into the pack so that a link could be formed amongst us, allowing us to communicate and coordinate more effectively. I dreaded the thought of attending the event. I wished fervently that I could skip it, but my presence was obligatory. I had to be there, always, for functions like these.Xavier sat in front of the mirror, meticulously adjusting his hair. He seemed intent on finding the perfect style, his brow furrowed in concentration. I, however, was far too preoccupied with my own thoughts to offer any suggestions.“Is this way okay?” he asked, glancing over at me with an expectant look. I barely registered the question, my mind elsewhere. “Yes,” I replied absentmindedly, lying. In truth, he looked good in any style. I didn't understand why he was stressing over something so trivial when he always appeared effortlessly handsome to me.He noti
--Alyssa--As I approached the clearing, I could feel Xavier's eyes on me, a mixture of concern and curiosity that he could barely mask. My chair, meticulously placed next to his, was a reminder of my place here, a place I wasn't sure I wanted to occupy at this moment.Taking my seat, I glanced around, my eyes searching the crowd for a familiar face. Relief washed over me when I didn’t spot my mother. Her absence was a small mercy, sparing me from the complicated emotions her presence always stirred. I knew, though, that as a leader of her people, her presence here was inevitable.The internal conflict gnawed at me. I wanted to see her, to feel her reassurance, yet whenever she stood before me, the desire to flee overpowered everything else. It was a bitter irony that I couldn't reconcile.My father caught my eye from across the gathering, his gaze piercing through the crowd. I quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the turmoil in my eyes or guess at the person I was searching fo
--Alyssa--We were done, and there was merry-making going on downstairs. This event was going to mark history, and everyone was taking it so well because it was going to be documented in books: the day the White wolves joined together with the normal wolves.I found myself retreating upstairs because I needed to tell Xavier what was happening. The weight of the secret was unbearable, and I feared that if he discovered it on his own, we might never be the same again. The thought gnawed at me, filling me with anxiety.I was lying on the bed, the duvet wrapped tightly around me. The familiar scent of lavender from the fabric softener mixed with the cool evening breeze that filtered through the slightly open window. My heart pounded as I anticipated Xavier’s arrival. When the door opened, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. Xavier walked in, his expression immediately shifting from relief to concern when he saw me.“What's wrong? Do I need to call the pack doctor?” he asked, his voice
--Alyssa--He still stared at me, his eyes fixed on mine, but he wasn’t saying anything. The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy, and it began to gnaw at my nerves. Fear coiled tightly in my chest, and I could feel my heart pounding.“Xavier,” I whispered, hoping to break the spell that seemed to hold him in place. His gaze remained unyielding, his expression unreadable. Anxiety bubbled up within me, each second of silence amplifying my dread. Had it been a mistake to tell him who I truly was? What if he turned against me now, seeing me as a threat instead of an ally? The thought of him rejecting me, of the bond between us fracturing, was unbearable. My mind raced, conjuring up all sorts of dire scenarios.I had always believed Xavier to be sincere when he spoke of his admiration for the White wolves, but what if he had been lying all along? I searched his eyes for any hint of deceit, but found none. They were clear and honest, as they had always been.If anything were to go
--Alyssa--“I didn’t know about it,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping the floor, and left the room without another word. Confusion and hurt washed over me. Why did he leave? Was he angry? He seemed to take it well just moments ago.I needed to talk to Grandma. I hadn’t told her about my plan to reveal my true identity to Xavier. What was I even thinking? My mind was so clouded with conflicting thoughts that I hadn’t sought her advice on whether it was a good idea. But Xavier had said he didn’t despise us, so why did he react this way now?I found myself standing in front of her door, my knuckles rapping against the wood before I pushed it open. The scent of her lavender sachets and the familiar creak of the floorboards greeted me as I stepped inside.“Grandma, I just told Xavier who I was,” I blurted out, anxiety tightening my chest. She shot up from her chair, eyes wide with alarm.“You did what?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with pani
--Alyssa--Relief washed over me. Xavier wasn’t angry; he just wanted to think. I wanted to know what was on his mind, the thoughts that occupied him so intensely.“Sleep,” he said gently, covering me with the duvet. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the turmoil I sensed within him. Grandma had already left for her room, telling me to mindlink her if there was any problem."Xavier," I called softly, looking up at him. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. There was so much going on in his mind, and I was troubled by the unknown. He didn't look like someone willing to hurt me; he seemed more like a lost soul, trying his best to ensure I was okay despite his own struggles.“Hmmm,” he responded, his tone neutral. I had nothing more to say, the words caught in my throat."I will be back," he said after a moment, walking out of the room. He switched off the light before leaving, plunging the room into darkness. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling terrible. Maybe I shoul
--Alyssa--She visited you?” he asked, making me nod at him.He had his smile on for a while, but it faded.“What are you going to do if they find out?” I asked him, watching as his eyes softened with concern.He smiled gently. “Go and sleep, okay? I will think about that. It is my own trouble to handle. My responsibility to you is to protect you,” he said, his voice steady and reassuring. But I didn't feel like sleeping. The only thing I wanted now was to explain to him how I ended up with Grandma. He had not heard the story yet, and I wanted him to. I couldn't help but feel that telling him my story would make him know that I was not lying when I told him that I just found out about it.“I do not feel like sleeping at the moment. Let me tell you a story,” I said to him, my voice a little shaky with the weight of the memories. He nodded, tired of telling me to go to sleep.“I grew up with my grandma,” I began, “thinking that my parents left me in the forest and she found me and broug