Chapter 1 (The Old Woman's Agony)

It was another sunny day in a little cabin in the backwoods, where the beautiful maiden named Georgette was still sleeping, covered in her favorite blanket. Her grandma was busy cooking in the kitchen, a mouthwatering lamb stew and the aroma of the freshly baked bread was wafting to the air as it was filling the whole place, her grandma sheepishly smiled, knowing it would wake her.

Surprisingly, she was right, Georgette put a big crack of a smile on her face as she recognized that smell, her favorite rye bread. It made her rise yawning and sprawling like her pet cat.

“Good morning, Oglie, how was your sleep?” she petted her cat, sleeping next to her, curved like a fur ball. She purred and then yawned before going back to her nap.

“You go and sleep some more, I have to go down and check what Grandma is cooking today,”

She climbed out of her bed, stretched some more before she headed to her small powder room. She splashed her face with water then lathed a lavender soap she made a week before. She smelled it before she rinsed it with water. She looked into her mirror before started undressing.

She put her night dress back into her wardrobe and chose her day dress, for this day, she wanted to wear something different, something classy and sweet because it was her birthday.

She chose her outfit, a blue dress with laces and a corset and lay it on the mattress with a matching hood. Perfect! She mentally noted while clapping her hands and started to fix herself.

As she went down, Oglie was on her feet. “You want to come down with me?”

The cat just meowed then circled on her feet. She laughed then continued treading down the stairs.

“How is your sleep, my dear?” her grandma greeted her so she kissed her wrinkled cheek.

“Better, granny thanks to your quilted blanket and my robe,”

“Well, it is your special day, you deserved it, my dear darling,” her grandma returned the favor and kissed her plump and rosy cheek. “Now that you are sixteen, you can do anything you want, my dear,”

They both went to the kitchen table and sat on the stool.

“I want to go downtown to pick some flowers and buy you a new set of yarns, also, a wine from the nearby store,”

“Oh, you didn’t have to, my dear, you shouldn’t spoil me with gifts, it is your birthday, I should be the one spoiling you instead,” her grandma started pouring the stew into her bowl.

“But that’s what I want, granny, but also, I wanted to buy a new dress and a pair of shoes,”

“If that’s what you want then, go ahead, I will give you money,”

“Really?! Thank you granny!” she jumped out of her stool and hugged her grandma sideways. “I love you, so much!”

“Oh dear,” her grandma laughed while patting her head lightly. “Now, now, finish your breakfast then go early to Galeshire so you can go home before it turns dark,”

“Aye, granny, I'll eat fast,”

The old lady couldn't help but smile, as she watched her grandchild eat with gusto, little did she know what mischief her little missy was planning to do today.

After they ate and cleaned the kitchen. Grandma gave her some sum of money to buy her stuff but also her bribe for her little trip later that evening.

Georgette was excited and couldn't help but feel giddy as she marched her way down to the gully to fetch water before going out.

The cattle and horses greeted her with their moos and neighs as she took the pail full of water.

“You’re getting a little too excited, little miss,” someone greeted her, she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard that voice.

It came from her childhood sweetheart, Wolfram and the man she wanted to meet later tonight at the ceremonial gathering. For his kind and her mischievous side.

“Oh, you scare me!” she said as she fixed her hat and her skirt.

She noticed that he was looking down on her wet skirt. “Want some help with that? I can give you some lift,”

“No, Wolfram, you’re a little too big for this, I can handle it,”

“Please, so I get some honey from you after,” he even wet his lips before winking at her. Side-leaning to the pen fence.

She giggled and he knew he got her with that. “Okay,”

After a few rounds of heading back and forth to the gully and Georgette’s little backyard. He pulled her closer and leaned her against the backdoor then sidled a glance before claiming his price. Licking her lips, feeling her mounds on his hand, before cupping her breast and then diving deep into her mouth.

She giggled before she yielded, tiptoed and found a comfortable angle before started sucking their face.

Wolfram was close to bursting as she put her hand on his throbbing member. “Not so fast, my sweet darling,”

She groaned as she was so excited to feel him inside her, warming her and claiming her. “You little spoilsport,” then frowned.

Wolfram smiled, stealing another kiss before standing straight, but his hungry eyes never left her lovely, and curvy body. “You didn't know how much I wanted it bad, but, we must wait,”

She sighed then pulled his neck closer to whisper to his ear.

“I’ve decided to do it with you tonight,”

That made Wolfram feel the sudden jolt down there. “What do you mean? Tonight?”

“The ceremony, the blood moon, it’s happening tonight, I wanted to do it with you, Wolfram,” she confessed.

Wolfram was getting goosebumps. “Do you mean it?”

She nodded and planted a kiss on his lips. “Yes, you can have me all you want tonight, it’s my sixteen birthday today,”

“Well,” he cleared his throat, but the news of her participating in the festivity of his kind, his clan’s side and the thought that he could do anything with her body…

“Happy birthday, Georgie,”

“What kind of reaction is that?” she angrily quipped, pouting deeply.

Wolfram smiled then kissed the top of her head, smoothing her silky, golden hair beneath his hand. “I appreciate that, Georgie, but you’re not ready yet,”

“Oh, but I've waited so long for this, Wolfie, I want you, I want you so bad,”

He sighed before smiling to himself. “Okay, if that’s what you want, but don’t blame me if you can’t even stand tomorrow, because I will use all of my strength and the temper I muster to hold for so long years to break loose, hell, Georgie, you’re gonna end up pregnant with my pup,”

She just took that lightly and teased him more. “I dare you to do that to me,” with her husky voice and coquettish smile.

Wolfram couldn’t help but grab her nape and crush her lips against his for a hungry kiss. They ended up making out and feeling their bodies with their exploring hands.

“Come to me at midnight, milady,” he huskily spoke, trying to control himself not to shove her skirt up, divide her legs apart and ram her senselessly.

“I will come, and I want you to come inside me and plant me your seed,”

He growled loudly like he always did and used to be whenever when she was next to him. He was like a crazy and stupid moth drawn to her feisty and seductive fire.

“I will wait for you, Georgie, my little mischievous missy,”

With one last kiss, Wolfram waved goodbye as he sensed that her grandma was around the corner. Filled with joy and heartstrings, Georgette couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear.

She entered the backdoor when she noticed her grandma was spying from the window of the kitchen. Folding her arms.

She was surprised but sustained to put an act. “Granny, I didn't know you were there,”

“Was it Wolfram you are talking to?”

“Yes, he helped me fill the trough and fetch you water for your bath,” she spoke without faltering.

“I told you for hundreds of times, stay away from that lad, he would do you no good, my dear, trust me,”

“But granny!”

“No buts, or else, I would not allow you to go,”

Georgette’s shoulder slumped and felt dejected. “But I love him, grandma,”

“What you are feeling right now will fade and wane as time past by, I’m sure of it, you will learn to forget him,”

Tears rolled down her cheeks knowing she would never able to make it if her grandma would not allow her to go downtown.

“Listen to me, little darling,” her grandma consoled her with a pat on her shoulder. “I know what is best and what is right for you, listen to me, don't let your emotion controls your being. Don't be like some—”

“Just like my mom? But it was fourteen years ago, granny, and mommy is so happy together with my brother Caleb, they are happy,”

“What do you know about happiness, dear darling, she wasted her life and lived in the abyss. She had thrown everything and that includes you, she abandoned you, don't tell me you've already forgotten that,”

“I understand her, she loves her husband so much, she is willing to lose everything, just to be with the man she loves, my father is a good person,”

“He is not a human, he is a mongrel! A monster who stole my daughter away, he stole my joy, my precious little Blanchett!”

Her grandma couldn't help but cry while her fist raised and was still full of loathsome glare. “I’m just protecting you from ending up with the same fate as your mother. I don’t want you to be like her,”

Georgette pitied her grandma and hugged her. She understood why her grandma hated—no—resented her father, because her mother became one of them, and apparently roamed the dark forest, and ate the same food as his kind. Flesh, her mother became a werewolf just like her dad.

“I understand you, granny, please, stop crying,” she hushed her grandma and started to sing a lullaby.

A thing that she was so good at. Singing.

She sang a familiar song and closed her eyes. A familiar lullaby she often heard from her mother while she was lying on her cot.

She remembered her mother’s face, how her face lit up whenever she saw her smiling and giggling.

A teardrop fell from her cheek reminiscing the old times. When she could still hug her physical human form and kiss her cheek. Her mom was so beautiful in her youth, everyone told her she was the spitting image of her mom when she was her age.

However, her time together with her mom was short-lived, she couldn’t even remember the looks of her father but her grandma often told her he looked like a beast. A huge and muscular beast shaped in a wolfskin.

Many people around her said her father was a leader of a pack and they called them ‘night raiders’, because they roamed at night, when everyone was fast asleep. Some even said, her mother was taken by force and left pregnant with her.

But even if it was true, she would believe what her heart told her. That her mother and father made her out of love. She felt it. Even she was just a child. The radiance and the warmth of their embrace and the aura of their presence. She knew that it was love.

And that is what she felt with Wolfram. She knows to herself that he is her soul mate. Her mate. Even though he wasn’t at his prime age, she knows and she feels it, he will definitely become an alpha.

A leader of his clan. A lycanalbino, a white wolf leader.

She smiled as she remembered what she would do later that evening, when her grandma was fast asleep, she would sneak out and meet him at the forest where their usual rendezvous.

She will give it to him, offer her undying love and devotion. She will be marked as his property and his ultimate mate, forever.

Because just like him, she knows that her wolf blood is calling her. It made her wide awake at night. Her calling is getting louder and louder as the blood moon is nearing.