Chapter 11

Aurora's pov 

The elder's words warmed my heart, and I felt a sense of comfort knowing that I had someone like her looking out for me.

"I will," I wrote, smiling at her. "Thank you again for your kindness."

The elder nodded and turned to leave, but then she stopped and turned back to me. "I almost forgot," she said. "I brought you some food. I thought you might be hungry."

She handed me a basket filled with fresh fruit, bread, and cheese. My stomach growled at the sight of the food, and I felt a surge of gratitude towards the elder.

"Thank you so much," I wrote, taking the basket from her. "This is very kind of you."

The elder smiled and patted my hand. "You're welcome, child," she said. "Remember, you're not alone here. We're all looking out for you."

With that, she turned and left, leaving me to enjoy the food she had brought me. I sat down at the table, feeling grateful for the elder's kindness and generosity. As I ate, I felt a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in a long time, which was truly a long time. Maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay after all.

As I finished my meal, I heard a knock at the door. I got up to answer it, expecting it to be the guard again. But to my surprise, it was the alpha.

"Good morning," he said, his eyes scanning the room. "I see you're feeling better. I brought some more food and some clothes for you."

I was taken aback by his kindness. "Thank you," I wrote, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him.

The alpha smiled and handed me the clothes and food. "You're welcome," he said. "I want to make sure you're comfortable here. Like I said yesterday you're part of our pack now, and we take care of our own."

I felt a surge of emotion at his words. No one had ever made me feel like I belonged before.

The alpha's eyes seemed to see right through me, and he nodded as if he understood what I was feeling.

"I know it's a lot to take in," he said. "But I promise you, we're a good pack. We'll take care of you and keep you safe."

I felt a sense of hope at his words. Maybe, just maybe, I had found a place where I truly belonged.

I went on to the bathroom. After what felt like several hours, the guard finally came with a big smile all written on his face. He picked up the pieces of paper to look at the list that I had given him, but from the first thing that was written, he was filled with surprise and shock.

"I don't understand?" the guard asked. "A rented store room?"

I nodded with a faded smile.

"I am confused," he said. "I would need you to explain what you need it for?" He asked, handling a notepad for me to write what I meant by that.

"I can't be staying here and doing nothing," I wrote. "I want to be doing something by myself."

The guard looked at me with surprise. "Wait, if I can get you straight, you want to start a business?" he said. "That is a good idea, but isn't that too early? You just moved into this city a few days ago, and you're already thinking of this. Not only trying to start..."

I nodded firmly. "Yes, I know it's early, but I have you," I wrote with a forceful smile. "Finding my way in this city wouldn't be difficult for me."

The guard smiled back. "Am just a guard to the alpha," he said, "but since you are putting your trust in me, I would at least try and not to disappoint you."

I rushed at him, giving him a hug.

"Okay," the guard said, "so what business do you have in mind?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am a fashion designer," I wrote, scratching my head in a little bit of doubt, "but I wouldn't say I am the best, but at least I'm trying."

The guard's expression changed from surprise to interest. "A fashion designer, huh?" he said, his voice filled with curiosity. "I wouldn't have pegged you as the creative type."

I smiled, feeling a sense of pride. "I guess you can't judge a book by its cover," I wrote.

The guard chuckled. "I guess not. So, what kind of fashion do you design?"

I thought for a moment before responding. "I like to think of my designs as a fusion of traditional and modern styles," I wrote. "I want my clothes to be beautiful, but also functional and comfortable."

The guard nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "I think that's a great idea," he said. "There's definitely a market for that kind of thing here in the city."

I smiled, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I could make a success of myself here.

The guard stood up, a determined look on his face. "Okay, let's do this," he said. "We'll find you a store room and get you set up. I'll even help you spread the word about your designs."

I felt a surge of gratitude towards the guard. He was really going out of his way to help me.

"Thank you," I wrote, my eyes welling up with tears. "I really appreciate your help."

The guard smiled and clapped me on the back. "Don't mention it," he said. "We're in this together now."

The guard's words filled me with a sense of determination. I was going to make this work, no matter what.

"Okay, let's get started," I wrote, a smile spreading across my face.

The guard nodded, a grin matching mine. "I'll go find a store room for you. You start thinking about what kind of designs you want to create."

I nodded, already mentally sketching out ideas. As the guard left, I felt a sense of excitement building inside me. This was it, my chance to start over and create a new life for myself and my child.

I spent the rest of the day brainstorming ideas and making lists of materials I would need. The guard returned a few hours later, looking pleased with himself.

"I found a great store room for you," he said. "It's in a good location, and the rent is reasonable."

I smiled, feeling a sense of relief. "That sounds perfect," I wrote. "Thank you so much for your help."

The guard smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime," he said. "I'm just glad I could help. Now, let's go take a look at the store room."

I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement. This was it, the start of my new life.

What challenges will i face with my new life?