Melanie
As we walk into the house an hour later than we should have, I’m greeted by Dad who picks me up and spins me around to which I end up squealing. “Babydoll, you’re growing too fast,” Dad says while smiling down at me, “I mean it was just yesterday Syl and I were running amok trying to stop you from destroying the couch,” Dad said with a mischievous glint in his eyes while ruffling my hair. “Not the hair Dad, and that was forever ago you need to keep up,” I said laughing at him while sauntering into the kitchen. I get what Dad’s trying to do.
“Mom, what’s for breakfast?” I asked with puppy dog eyes. Staring at me she just rolled her eyes, “Since today is your birthday sweetie, you know what breakfast would be,” I squealed, “YES! Haha! One panettone French toast with mixed berries please,” imitating chef Alex Guano from the bistro down the road, mom said, “Coming right up ma’am.” A plate of Panettone French toast is placed in front of me looking exactly as beautiful as I pictured, I sniffed and savored the smell before I dug in, “Ugh… this is so good mom,” I moaned, “Can I have another?” I asked with puppy dog eyes to which she rolled her eyes and placed more French toast on my plate.
I was finally satisfied after having 3 different helpings of breakfast. I know that sounds a bit much but I'm a werewolf, and I have an appetite. “Your mom filled me in on what happened this morning,” Dad said after a few minutes of silence as we settled down in the sitting room. “How are you?” He prodded. I broke down into tears after he asked the question, I guess I wasn't as okay as I thought.
I was pulled into a bear hug by Dad, we stayed like this until my sobs turned to sniffs. “It’s okay sweetie let it all out you'd feel better,” Dad said assuringly,” I'm okay now I think,” I said after a few sniffs. I watched Dad and Mom glance at each other before their eyes filmed over indicating that they were mind-linking each other. After a few beats of silence, Dad finally spoke.
“Babydoll, I know you normally share everything with Tasha but this you can't tell anyone, not Tasha no one do you understand?” Dad said, staring at me with all seriousness “But why? Tasha and I tell each other everything, there are no secrets between us,” I ask, “Trust me, sweetie, it's for your own good okay you can not tell anyone about this,” Mom said, “If the alpha finds out that we have a gifted Wolf in our midst, there's no telling exactly what would happen to that wolf,” dad said softly while glancing at mom, ”We just want to keep you safe okay, I know this isn't ideal but it's what has to happen.”
After the meeting with Dad and Mom, the house was left in a state of melancholy as I waded to my room. I felt troubled and downcast about having to lie and keep my powers a secret for the rest of my life. While I stretched out on the bed Mom walked in, “Sweetie, I know I promised that we would spend the day together, but there was an emergency at the office. Tasha is coming over so you girls have fun okay,” she said as she walked to where I lay, placing a kiss on my forehead before heading out.
Two hours later
I'm sitting on the loveseat in the sitting room watching my favorite show, the door opens and Tasha walks in with a large smile on her face and the ridiculous birthday hat we wear on each other's birthdays, “All hail queen Melanie,” she sang in a very ridiculous high pitch tone, “Thank you my royal subjects, it is an honor to stand before you here today,” I said while giggling.
“Happy birthday Melanie,” Tasha squealed before pulling me into a hug, “How does it feel to finally be 13? I can't wait for the ceremony later today, speaking of which we have to get you ready for tonight,” I chuckled then sighed, “I'm just happy that we’re here together I guess it's not a big deal.” Staring at me like I had grown a second head Tasha laughed, “You’re joking right? You have been so excited for this day and it’s not a big deal?” I shrugged in response, rolling her eyes, she said, “I guess it’s the jitters, we're going out to Trinity Spa, I cleared it with your mom.”
Super excited to get my nails and hair done I ran upstairs to grab my shoes. I know it might not sound like much but my hair is a real piece of work, full 4c afro hair which I inherited from my mom and I love it. As we walked to the spa we talked about what styles and nail colors we’d be getting.
As we approached the spa I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and giddiness. When we entered the spa, I had to take a deep breath because the ambiance of the spa just makes you relaxed. I felt at peace at that moment. Everything about the place from the bouquet of chrysanthemums hung at the entrance to the calming scent of lavender and eucalyptus floating through the air or the mural that sits perfectly on the white walls sends soothing sensations throughout my body.
We walked to the front desk where Dina, the receptionist, attended to us. “An appointment with Jesse for the Wilsons,” Tasha said with a smile on her face while twirling her hair as Dina checked for the appointment.
Smiling at us, Dina handed us the tags to wear on our wrists as we walked down the hall, I couldn't help but point out, “I just love the decor in this place it's so amazing and relaxing,” Tasha replied, “I know right, so what do you want to do first? We've got the better part of today to relax and enjoy ourselves.”
“Let’s go get our nails done,” I said with an enthusiastic smile on my face, “Alrighty,” we walked to the hair and nail section and sat down on respective benches while waiting for Jesse.
We use the time Jesse isn't here yet to select what nail style we want done. Jesse walks in 5 minutes later. “Hey, ladies, the birthday girl at my salon, what an honor. So what am I doing for you guys today?” Jesse said with a smile on her face.
“I want these almond-shaped French nails,” I said while pointing at a gorgeous French nail style with intricate designs. “Okay, good taste birthday girl, what about you Tasha?” Jesse said while smirking.
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After we got our hair and nails done it was time to prepare for the ceremony, we had agreed to prepare at my house.
After having our baths it was time to get dressed, I was to be dressed in a white dress signifying purity for the silver bath.
I opened my closet to reveal the flowing White dress Dad bought for me, Tasha came in from the bathroom to see what I was staring at, “Wow!” was all she could say once she saw the dress, “I know right, this dress is so perfect and it's gonna look even more perfect on me,” I said wistfully. “Hurry up! Put it on I wanna see,” Tasha exclaimed.
I chuckled as I lifted the dress of the hanger and stood with it in front of the mirror admiring it before I put it on.
Wearing this dress gave my anxious heart a sense of calm as I felt special in it. “Wow! Girl you look fire,” Tasha said with admiration on her face. I stared at myself in the mirror, the dress rested beautifully on my caramel skin making my big brown eyes pop. My beautiful afro hair was styled with braids and bands pulled back to form a giant bun. I looked like a warrior princess.
I heard footsteps echo outside my door, the door opened revealing my mother. “Sweetie are you guys… wow!” Mom said with tears in her eyes she moved towards me, “Oh sweetie, you look stunning,” Mom said gazing at me “She does, doesn't she,” Tasha said with a smirk, “Mom stop you'd make me cry too,” I said laughing while brushing away tear strands, “I'm sorry I can't help it, you look so beautiful baby,” mom said as she pulled me into a hug with a forehead kiss.
“Okay enough gushing or we’ll be late, it's time to go,” Mom said as she turned around to leave. I rushed to wear my sandals as Tasha and I left the room. “Gosh we look so good,” Tasha said. As we left for the packhouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation for the night yet to unfold.
MelanieAs I stepped outside, I was struck by the glow the sunset was casting on the pack. The Blackburn pack is quite large; we have a pack clinic, research labs, a pack school for members of other packs, and a pack house in the heart of the pack where the alpha and his family live. There are rooms in the packhouse for unmated wolves and a large hall for ceremonies, which is where today's ceremony was taking place.When we arrived at the packhouse, I parted ways with my parents and Tasha to join the others who had turned 13 but had not received the silver bath. I sat down next to Nia, the beta's daughter.The overwhelming sense of panic took hold of me. It took me by surprise. My dad's smile, which was comforting and reassuring, caught my attention as I looked around the throng for my parents' faces. That smile helped ease some of my anxiety.The ceremony began with the alpha's welcome speech, which was followed by Luna's address to the 20 of us who would be subjected to the silver b
Melanie ‘HELLO,’ I heard a boisterous voice. "Who is there?" I exclaimed, startled. After a few seconds, I heard the voice again. ‘It’s me your wolf silly,’ the voice giggled “What! O.M.G! "I did not expect you to show up today," I heard a sigh as I exclaimed, ‘I came just at the right time, I am Amethyst, it's a pleasure to meet you.’ I knew that Mom and Dad had returned at that moment because I heard the front door open. I lay down, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep because I knew they were going to come to my room.'Amethyst, did you know we have powers?’ I asked my wolf but I got no reply just then my door opened and my mother stepped in.Her footsteps echoed as she approached my bed and switched on my purple-colored astronomy night light. She presses feathery kisses to my left temple, "Good night sweetie, sweet dreams," she says. 'Ourpowers are unique and are passed down every 500 years to a firstborn female in the original 6 families,' my wolf explains, ‘Who are the ori
Alpha OswaldI rubbed a weary hand over my eyes, the scent of damp earth and frustration clinging to me like a second skin. The polished mahogany of my office desk offered little comfort, its pristine surface a stark contrast to the maelstrom churning within me. Across from me, my beta, Ethan, sat ramrod straight, his face an impassive mask, but the tremor in his hand, as he reached for his coffee mug, betrayed his disquiet.“So", I rasped, my voice rough from countless hours spent strategizing with the pack's elders, "we're at an impasse. These bloody rogues keep appearing from nowhere, they just survey the borders like they're planning and preparing for something or someone, the council is clueless, councilman Otto is getting on my last nerves with his ludicrous suggestion, and our patrols are stretched thinner than a starving spider's web yet we haven't been able to uncover a single thing about these darn rogues."Dropping his mug, “I’m still surprised that Otto is still in the cou
Alpha OswaldIt’s been two weeks since we deployed the Whisperer, two agonizing weeks. Two weeks of tense silence. Anya had settled into her new role pretty well, there has been no new attack on the smaller pack or even rogue presence by the borders. I ran a hand through my slicked-back hair, the sho strands bristling with agitation. Every shadow seemed to harbor whispers, every gust of wind a taunting laugh. The rogues, usually a hornet's nest of chatter and bravado, had gone eerily quiet. Were they onto Anya? Had they discovered her mission - to sow discord amongst their ranks, fan the embers of dissent into a full-blown inferno? Or was this some new, insidious tactic, a deliberate silence meant to break me, to chip away at my resolve with the slow torture of uncertainty?I slammed my fist against the table, rattling the papers that clustered my desk. The dim glow of the office lights cast flickering shadows on the maps spread across the surface. They depicted the desolate stretche
Melanie Five years later The last couple of years have been a whirlwind of events. I had to leave the Blackburn pack in the dead of the night to avoid unwanted attention and run to the Dartmouth Academy for Supernaturals that my aunt owned to learn about my powers. I have spent the last five years at Dartmouth Academy, forstering my gifts and let’s just say I’m kinda like a genius. I strolled down the elegant halls of the Dartmouth academy to my locker. The sight of rose gold hair by my locker, had me speeding up. Delona, my witch and wolf hybrid friend was stood by my locker, tapping her foot impatiently. I could see sparks forming at the tips of her fingers and I knew that if I didn’t do anything soon, she was going to blow this place down, it isn’t the first time that has happened. I sashayed towards her, concentrating on sending her some calming energy through her mind and by the time I got to her, she was as calm as a dove. I threw my arm over her shoulder to stop any outbu
Melanie The first thing I noticed as I woke up was the sound of drawers slamming and the sharp rustle of clothes being shoved into a bag.I cracked one eye open and groaned, rolling over in bed. “Lonnie, what are you doing? It’s too early for whatever chaos you’re planning.”Delona, perched by her wardrobe with her suitcase halfway packed, gave me a pointed look. “It’s not chaos, it’s called getting ready to leave. You might want to try it sometime.”I stretched, sitting up slowly. “Where’s Hazel?”A mischievous smirk spread across her face. “Busy with her mate, obviously. I doubt she even slept in her bed last night.”I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course. She’s probably basking in all the mate bond euphoria. Can’t really blame her.”Delona rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. I got up and headed to the bathroom to start my morning routine.The mirror greeted me with a reflection of my still-messy afro from last night’s updo. I sighed, grabbing a comb. “Morning, Mel,” I mutter
MelanieMy chest burned, my throat constricted, and my heart felt like it had been ripped from me, stomped on, and thrown into a fire. Alpha Mason Blackthorn, my childhood tormentor, my mate, and now the one who rejected me had left me hollow. The pain of the severed bond was a gnawing ache, but it wasn’t what consumed me the most.It was the anger.Blazing, unrelenting anger.It rose within me, hotter than Delona’s infamous fireballs, fueled by heartbreak and humiliation. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I glared at Mason’s retreating figure. My vision blurred, but not from tears—it was something else entirely.“Baby doll, don’t lose control.” My dad’s voice echoed in my head, a distant memory of his gentle warnings whenever my emotions got the better of me.But I wasn’t hearing him.I wasn’t hearing anything except my wolf, Amy, growling in fury. Her usually warm, comforting presence was now a raging storm.“He deserves this,” Amy snarled. “Let him feel what we fe
MelanieI stared at Oswald, my mouth agape, unable to comprehend what Amy had just said.“Mate,” my wolf repeated, her tone insistent and unwavering."No," I whispered under my breath, shaking my head as if that would silence her.Oswald raised a brow, his silver eyes twinkling with amusement, and the corner of his mouth curled into a knowing smirk. That expression—like he knew exactly what was going through my head—made my stomach twist.“You’re lying,” I shot at Amy. “This has to be a joke. A cruel, ridiculous prank.”“The goddess doesn’t make mistakes,” Amy replied smugly.I opened my mouth to argue, but my voice caught in my throat. The intensity of Oswald’s gaze rooted me to the spot. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could feel it—the pull, the connection, the undeniable truth of the bond.A second-chance mate.On my eighteenth birthday.Just hours after Mason rejected me.I couldn’t process it. My legs felt unsteady, and my heart pounded in my chest like a drum. I zoned out, cau
MelanieThe return to the Royal Crimson Pack’s territory was bittersweet. The sun was rising as we crested the last hill, painting the blood-soaked horizon in shades of gold and crimson. It felt like a cruel irony, the beauty of the dawn juxtaposed against the pain etched in every step we took. The pack lands were quieter than they should have been, the air heavy with grief and exhaustion. Our warriors bore the weight of loss, and though they moved forward, their eyes told the stories of the friends, brothers, and sisters we’d left behind. Rook, still unconscious, was carried by a pair of strong wolves. He looked fragile in their arms, a stark contrast to the overwhelming power he’d wielded as the Alpha of Shadows. I walked alongside them, refusing to leave his side. Oswald stayed close to me, his steady presence grounding me. His hand brushed against mine, a silent reassurance that I wasn’t alone. As we passed through the gates of the Royal Crimson Pack’s stronghold, the rema
MelanieThe ground trembled beneath us, cracks spiraling outward like jagged veins across the temple floor. Dust filled the air, choking and thick, but I didn’t care. My eyes were locked on him—Rook, standing tall in the center of the crumbling ritual circle, his body radiating dark power that rippled through the air like a storm. The sky above the temple churned, dark clouds roiling in an unnatural vortex, blotting out the moon and stars. The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in the shadow of the Alpha of Shadows. “Rook!” I shouted, my voice hoarse but defiant. He turned toward me, his glowing eyes piercing through the gloom. For a moment, I thought I saw the man I had come to know—the fierce, determined wolf who had fought alongside us against the cult. But that glimmer of familiarity was swallowed by the overwhelming darkness. “You shouldn’t have come,” Rook said, his voice resonating with a power that wasn’t entirely his own. It was layered, twisted, as though ano
Quincy OttoThe air was suffocating, thick with the weight of ancient power and an oppressive darkness that gnawed at the edges of reality. The temple walls trembled, their runes bleeding crimson light as the cult's ritual surged toward its peak. At the center of it all was Rook, bound in chains of dark energy, his form writhing as the magic engulfed him. The moonstone hovered above him, its light pulsing in time with the ritual’s chants, casting eerie shadows across the chamber.I stood in the shadows, watching it unfold. For all the years I had plotted, schemed, and waited, the moment was finally here. My son, my legacy, stood on the brink of transformation, poised to become the Alpha of Shadows. But this was not a moment of triumph—it was a culmination of pain, regret, and a darkness I could no longer control.Rook’s screams echoed through the chamber, his voice raw with both fury and anguish. I could feel his resistance, the fierce battle within him as he fought against the chains
MelanieRook’s capture weighed heavily on me, a constant ache in my chest that I couldn’t shake. He had warned us, risked everything to fight against his own bloodline, and now he was in their hands. The image of him being dragged away by those cultists haunted me, even in my waking hours. But I wouldn’t let his sacrifice be for nothing.Oswald and I stood in the war room, the map of the Blackspire Mountains spread out before us. The air was thick with tension as we plotted our next move. Hazel stood to my right, her fingers tracing the lines of the map, while Quincy Otto lingered near the edge of the room, flipping through an ancient, tattered book.“They’ll take him here,” Quincy said finally, pointing to a spot on the map marked with jagged peaks. “The Temple of the Veil. It’s where the cult conducts its most powerful rituals. If they mean to turn Rook into the Alpha of Shadows, they’ll need the temple’s energy to do it.”Oswald’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Then we’ll
MelanieThe air was thick with tension as we gathered in the central hall of the Royal Crimson Pack’s fortress. The wariness that clung to the room was palpable. Every face around me—Oswald’s, Quincy’s, Hazel’s, and even Rook’s—carried the weight of what lay ahead. The cult wasn’t just a threat to us anymore; they were a threat to everything we had fought to protect.“Let’s get this straight,” Oswald said, his voice tight as he folded his arms across his chest. “We’re trusting a rogue who’s the son of the enemy and a traitor who once conspired against the pack. Tell me how that doesn’t sound like the worst idea we’ve ever had.”I glanced at Rook, who stood rigid near the corner, his jaw clenched but his gaze unwavering. He wasn’t fazed by the hostility, which only added to the enigma he’d become. Quincy, on the other hand, smirked faintly, clearly enjoying Oswald’s skepticism.“Because if we don’t,” I said, breaking the silence, “we lose any chance of stopping this before it’s too lat
RookThe battle had settled into uneasy silence, the air thick with the acrid scent of blood and the sharper sting of betrayal. Rogues lay scattered across the battlefield, their bodies lifeless, but it wasn’t a victory. The cult leader—my father—had escaped, and with him, the artifact that could doom us all. I stood in the eye of the storm, my heart warring against my instincts as I turned to face Melanie and Oswald.Their eyes bore into me, a mixture of fury and mistrust. They had every right to question me. My past was steeped in lies, half-truths, and bloodlines I wished I could sever. “You need to explain yourself,” Oswald growled, his tone low and dangerous. “Now.”I took a step back, holding up my hands in a gesture of surrender. “I will. But first, I need you to understand that I’m not here to hurt you. I never was.”“You expect us to believe that after what we just saw?” Melanie’s voice was sharp, but beneath it, I could hear the tremor of uncertainty. Her golden eyes search
MelanieThe sound of howls pierced the still night air, a chilling harbinger of the storm descending upon us. My heart raced, a drumbeat in the chaos as the pack mobilized. Every wolf—strong or wounded, young or seasoned—stood ready to defend our home. I could feel the energy humming in the air, dark and unnatural, an unwelcome intrusion into our sacred land.Beside me, Oswald barked orders, his voice carrying authority and resolve despite the tension etched into his features. His hand briefly brushed mine, a fleeting but steadying touch. I drew strength from it, pushing aside my fears. The rogues were here, and there would be no turning back.The first wave hit hard. The rogues, eyes gleaming with an unnatural light, were faster and more coordinated than any enemy we’d faced before. Their movements were sharp, their attacks precise, as if they were being guided by an unseen force. I shifted into my wolf form, joining the fray with a feral growl. My claws tore through the flank of a
MelanieRook stood at the edge of the firelight, his silver eyes catching the flicker of flames as he paced. The weight of his presence was palpable, and the silence between us stretched like a taut wire. Oswald leaned against the nearby table, arms crossed, his gaze sharp as he waited for Rook to speak. I stood beside him, my thoughts racing. The pendant, the shard, the whispers of the Shadowstone—all of it was beginning to form a picture, but the edges were jagged, incomplete.Finally, Rook stopped pacing and looked at me. His jaw tightened as if the words he was about to say physically hurt to utter. “You want the truth? Fine. My pack, the Shadowfangs, is gone. They were wiped out by a force unlike anything you’ve ever faced.”My breath caught. Though the devastation of war wasn’t new to me, the bitterness in his tone carried a weight that made my chest tighten. “What kind of force?” I asked.“A rogue Alpha,” Rook said, his voice low and cold. “Not just any rogue. This one isn’t ac
MelanieThe silver pendant lay on the table in front of me, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Its intricate wolf design shimmered with an otherworldly energy, a reminder of the forces we had yet to understand. Rook’s sudden disappearance and the organized rogue attack weighed heavily on my mind. This pendant was more than just a clue—it was a thread connecting us to the growing storm.I reached out to touch it, hesitating when my fingers hovered above the surface. Even without making contact, I could feel the power radiating from it, a strange resonance that felt both familiar and foreign. It reminded me of the moonstone, the ancient relic we’d fought so hard to destroy. Could it be connected to that same magic?“Don’t,” Hazel said sharply, breaking my trance. She stepped forward, her expression grim as she glanced between me and the pendant. “We don’t know what it’s capable of.”“I wasn’t going to,” I said, pulling my hand back. My