I smelled her before I saw her. The smell was too overpowering for me. It was probably because I have used my werewolf strengths in over ten years. I didn’t even activate them right now, it just happened on its own. It was probably the wolf part of me that sensed his mate around. Now here is a thing about me: I don’t care for mates. I don’t believe in a Goddess. I don’t believe in a werewolf community living in the shadows of God they can’t even see. I don’t believe in old customs and traditions. I don’t believe that some unseeable force chose a soulmate for me. That’s all bullshit. This is why I left. This is why I cut ties with the Pack I was born into. I was supposed to be the next Alpha in line. I didn’t care to be one. For me, being the alpha family of the community was nothing more than a sign of dictatorship. Why should the entire pack bow in front of us? Why consider us kings and queens? What a load of outdated bullshit. I never believed in any of those customs and that’s why
AARON Two women were sitting in the farthest corner of the café, probably here on their lunch break. One of those women said to the other, “There is a disturbance in the northern region again.” I glanced at them and saw a woman in a white blouse, as she put the newspaper down and took a big bite of her salad. “Must be something to do with stealing land from the tribes and indigenous communities.” The other woman dressed in an olive dress shirt, took a bite from her sandwich and shook her head, “I don’t know when they will leave these communities alone. We learned nothing from the past,” she clicked her tongue. I rocked my fingers over the counter as I listened to them talk. They were sitting a bit far to be heard by basic human hearing, but that’s not my case. My hearing power is better than anyone's in this café. I am not your average human. I don’t even know if the people around me would even call me one if they knew who I am and what I can do. I never reveal my true identity to
Aaron “So, you heard the news, huh?” Alex spoke on the phone and heaved a sigh, “Yes, there was an attempt, but like always, we blocked them.” He replied to my question. I called my mother first, being a Luna of the Pack. She is always busy, so I reached my second best source, my youngest brother, Alex. I asked him if everything was okay because I heard the news of a disturbance in the northern region of the country. I didn’t reply to him. There was an itch in me that would only be satisfied if I knew how they blocked the attack and who were the attackers, but I didn’t want to know the details. It would only provoke my suppressed wolf. I don’t want to visit my wolf side. I know my human side was exposed to my wolf years ago, but in the last ten years, I have mastered controlling it and keeping it at bay. I have never met my wolf before. I don’t even know how it looks, and even when its absence is a painful reminder that it exists. I am worried that if one day my wolf ever appeared,
AARON It has been two weeks since I last talked to Alex. He didn’t text me to let me know that everything is now under control and everyone is fine in Pack Sage, but I left him on read. I didn’t mean to be rude to him, I just didn’t have time to respond. It honestly escaped my mind as well, and by the time I recalled, it was too late to reply, so I just let it be. For the past two weeks, I have been busy with work. I come home very late at night, that too only to sleep for a couple of hours before I return to the office and work on the deal I have currently signed with another bio-technical company for a merger. This was a big deal for me. If our ideas for innovative inventions work, we will take over the world. I have been so busy with work lately that I missed my mother’s call almost every day. I am sure she will understand once she knows what I have been up to. In fact, I have been thinking about bringing her and Alex to the city to visit me in a couple of weeks. I miss them. E
Brielle “You can’t run away from me. Even if you want to, you can’t. There is no way out for you.” I heard the same faceless voice again. It has been months since I have been dreaming about this voice. I don’t know who it belongs to. I am unable to put a face to the gravitating and deep voice. Each time I dream of this voice, it does something to me. I feel helpless with this voice. My body automatically surrenders to it. I wonder if the Goddess sent it from the beyond to punish me. To stop me. It is not only the voice that makes my head foggy but the touch as well. Yes, this dream man of mine didn’t only speak to me, he touched me too, and the things that mere touch did to me. I can’t see him touching me, but I feel it. I feel it to my very core. I feel his feathery touch on my sink. It burns and soothes it at the same time. When he touches me, everything stands still for me. I feel like I am floating. I feel okay. I feel like nothing is wrong with me or nothing wrong could happen
It was happening again. I was aware that I was in a dream, but yet it felt so real. Am I even dreaming? Of course, I am. What else could it be? This can’t be real. I can’t have happiness, also, I can’t be so submissive. I don’t know where I am. The place looks luxurious, nothing like the cabin I live in with my father and brother. Unlike my house (I can’t call it home. It is not a home), the place doesn’t have broken windows, a stale wooden floor, mold in the corners of the room, a noisy ceiling fan, or a mattress with springs bouncing out. No. This place smells like roses and berries. The marble floor shines. The white walls stand tall. A big clean window shows a view of the distant mountains of the north and a forest in front of it. Even when the windows are closed, I know how refreshing it must smell outside. The room had warmth in it, unlike mine in the cabin, which is always cold. A small smile curled on my lips. At least I get to feel this luxury in my dreams. All my life, I ha
“Aaron?” That voice. That same soft voice was calling my name. I couldn’t see her. It was pitch black where I was. Her voice was echoing. It was coming from somewhere far away. My stomach twitched when it went farther away. “Aaron, help me.” The voice didn’t beg. She didn’t cry or scream. It was a soft plea. The vulnerability in her voice made me want to reach out to her. My palms started to itch to reach out to hold her – to make sure she was okay. I never felt like this before. How can I feel like this to a faceless entity that I am not even sure is real?“Aaron?” The voice started to get deeper.“Aaron?” And deeper…“Aaron??” Until it changed into Kendrick’s voice. “Aaron, can you hear me? Hey, what happened? Aaron?”I gasped as I felt like I was gushing out of the pitch-dark hollow hole, and back into the world. I opened my eyes and widened them. Kendrick was kneeling beside me, with other acquainted faces standing around, looking down at me with deep concern on their faces. For a
My wolf was gone as soon as it came. Since I never converted before, it was hard for my wolf to be out for long. It was also weak and inexperienced, but still, it was fighting to stay. As I was lying on the floor, completely naked, drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing, and with excruciating pain all over my body from converting into my wolf, I realized that I had just lost a battle to my wolf. But that’s what I am not worried about at the moment. I am concerned about the vision I got. I don’t know what it was. Whether it was even true or not. I never had such visions before. It could mean that either I am going crazy or my wolf just restored its connection with my Pack, and that could only happen if the Alpha of the Pack, my father, sent a signal to me. I don’t know how I am supposed to believe it when my father is the one who broke my connection with the Pack when I left. He promised me that I would never see him alive. He promised that he would never reach out to me, and now this