Melanie
As 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 baths. The Alpha then discussed the silver bath's importance to our community. After the alpha’s speech, we were led outside.
The silver moon shone brightly as I and the others walked through the Oval garden to the lake. They took their baths one after the other until I was the only one left.
I took a shaky breath and tried to reassure myself, 'You can do this Mel, it is just water.’ As I walked into the water, I kept repeating my mantra. I stopped walking when I was knee-deep in the water. I could see the iridescent glow of the full moon drawing me in slowly as I stared at the water's surface. I could not take my gaze away from the reflection, and then I felt it. My body felt as though it were on fire from an indescribable heat that was drawing within me.
My entire being was consumed by this sensation; I was so engrossed in it that I hardly noticed my body falling back into the lake or the swirl of the lake pulling me down into its depths. As I was completely consumed by the lake, I barely registered my parents' screams and shouts.
It was as though I had been transported to a place of silence and emptiness as there was no sound or movement. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the brightness of this place. I was perplexed as I stared at this white room because I was positive that this was not supposed to occur during the silver bath. I walked around the room, trying to figure out where I was, and noticed that there were no doors or windows; it was just a big room.
I started to panic at this point, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, I felt like I was being sucked into a black void, which made me scream. My eyes immediately closed, thinking this was it; no one had ever drowned during the silver bath, but I suppose everything had its first time.
I opened my eyes to find myself standing in the lake, I felt like I was being pulled roughly, I looked at the other members of my pack, and I saw my parents, I waded out of the water and into my mother's arms, where she hugged and soothed my trembling body. Mom held me close to her beating heart and said, "I was so scared when I saw you fall the way you did." Tears were streaming down her face. Dad hugged us both and kissed our foreheads. "Do not ever scare me like that babydoll, because that was the longest five minutes of my life," he said, taking deep breaths.
The sound of the alpha's voice beckoning us to head to the packhouse for my formal pack welcome and the remainder of the ceremony caused us to pull back.
As we walked to the packhouse, I could not help but notice the dark orange hue that surrounded both of my parents. It was strange to see that the other pack members had different colors surrounding them when I looked at them.
"While we were walking, I noticed that everyone was surrounded by different colors, including you and Dad. What does that mean?" I asked as Mom gave me an odd look. I remarked, "There is a bright red aura surrounding the Alpha.”
"Her eyes are purple!" exclaimed Dad as he came to a halt in front of me. "That is not possible, wolves do not have purple eyes," I scoffed. With a startled expression on her face, Mom glanced at Dad and said, "Her eyes are blue, not purple.”
"Can you explain what that means?” I asked them just as we entered the hall, and I noticed I could not see the colors or auras on the pack members any longer. I moved to the stage to stand behind the alpha for the remainder of the ceremony.
"Silence, everybody.” Alpha Henry bellowed, “It is time for the official initiation of these young pups today into the pack. He turned to beta Steven, who handed him the ivory chalice and the silver dagger bearing the Blackburn pack's emblem. "Their roles shall be determined as we all know," he said.
As the initiation began, I couldn't help the feeling of apprehension that settled over me because no one other than the alpha’s family had blue eyes. When the alpha called my name, I knew it was time.
I walked towards him with my eyes cast downwards. As I stood before him, he took my right arm and his voice echoed throughout the hall, “Melanie Wilson daughter of gamma Malcolm and sigma Sylvia, do you swear to obey the rules of the pack and abide by the laws of the moon goddess?” I raised my head slightly, “I Melanie Wilson solemnly swear to obey and abide by the rules and laws governing our society.”
I felt the energy shift in the hall, an unseen force enveloping me. With the silver dagger in hand, Alpha Henry made a small incision on my palm in a swift and practiced motion. My blood dripped into the chalice.
“From the blood of the willing, the pact is sealed,” Alpha Henry declared, his voice echoing in the room. The pack echoed his words, a chorus of acceptance. The blood in the chalice glowed bright blue as the wound on my palm healed. I could feel the thread of connection with the pack snap in place, I felt the acceptance of each of them.
“NOW BOW TO ME,” Alpha Henry said pushing his alpha command in my direction, I felt it dance around me and sizzle. I raised my head with glowing blue eyes to stare at the alpha, I didn't understand what was going on, the alpha command did not affect me. I heard my mom’s voice in my head, ‘Bow Mel you need to bow,’ I obeyed immediately baring my neck in submission to the alpha.
The alpha stared at me with gleaming eyes, “You may join the rest of the pack,” I nodded, “Yes Alpha,” as I walked to where my parents sat, I realized that I was not given a pack role like the others. I turned around to speak to the alpha but he had gone.
Mom pulled me into a hug as I got to her, “ Oh sweetie, congratulations and welcome into the pack,” smiling brightly I said, “Thanks mom,” Dad grinned at me, “You did it kiddo,” his eyes filmed over and his gaze remained unfocused. “That was the alpha, we have been summoned into his office,”
With a puzzled look on her face, Mom asked “What is it about? Did something happen with the pack?" Dad shook his head, “I don't know, but we’re to be in the alpha’s office tomorrow morning. I guess we can enjoy the ceremony before we find out.”
My stomach began to growl at that moment, reminding me that I had not eaten since lunch. After saying goodbye to my parents, I went to where Tasha was standing by the burger table. She asked me, "How does it feel to finally be part of the pack?" She had a big smile on her face. "Honestly, it feels like a large cocoon enveloped around me; it is like I am never alone," I replied, smiling, as I plated a burger. "It feels nice.” Tasha grinned and added fries to my plate.
Following our path to the rear of the hall, where we took a seat to eat, we suddenly noticed Marcus — the future alpha — making out at the foot of the stairs with Elsa, our pack school's Queen Bee. At the scene, I wrinkled my face in disgust, saying, "Ugh!" Tara gave them a disgusted look, saying, "They are so disgusting that anybody can see them.”
They would have been enraged if we had disturbed them, especially alpha heir Marcus, so we hastily moved away from them to avoid being noticed. He always went above and beyond to hurt or offend me, so I get the impression that he has a personal grudge against me.
As we sat on the balcony overlooking the pack’s garden, I suddenly felt queasy and nauseous. I quickly got up and hurried to the bathroom after telling Tasha, "I do not feel good.” She tried to keep up with me, I could hear her rushing steps and her calling my name.
As I walked down the corridor from the restroom, my back collided with the wall with such force that I thought I heard something crack, "I knew you were watching me downstairs freak, do you want me to f*** you like that, Huh?” As alpha heir Marcus clamped down on me, a vice grip tightening around my neck, I felt a chill run down my spine. As I tried to claw his fingers away, my fingers automatically moved to my neck, only to make him tighten his grip.
I was afraid as I looked into his cold, irritated eyes, realizing that I was alone with him and that anything could happen to me. My face went even paler as I became aware of the black aura that surrounded him. In his thoughts, I heard him say, ‘Stupid b***h, I would like to see what you can do now.’
Marcus slammed me against the wall and said, "Mind your business, freak." Then, he let go of me, and I watched him descend the stairs. I gulped hard as the tears that had gathered in my eyes started to fall. Tasha came around the corner and saw me hunched over the wall. "Was that Alpha Marcus?" she asked, embracing me tightly when she saw the state I was in. After Tasha kept probing me, and I adamantly refused to speak. She sensed that I did not want to talk, so I said, "Let us just go home.”
“What of your parents, shouldn't we —” ‘Dad, I am tired so I am going home with Tasha,’ I interrupted her as I mind-linked him. A few seconds later, I heard his voice in my head ‘Are you okay, sweetie? Your mom and I would meet you at home.’
We strolled silently back to our homes. After dropping Tasha off at her place, I made my way to mine, which was not too far away. Still reeling from the events of the evening, I monotonously went about my night duties. I heard it just as I closed my eyes to sleep.
Or should I say I heard her?
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
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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
MelanieAs Oswald’s arm tightened around my waist, guiding me into the dining hall, I felt like the center of a storm. The room fell silent—eerily silent. Every head turned in our direction, eyes wide with shock and confusion.I wanted to melt into the floor. My steps faltered, but Oswald steadied me, his hold firm and unwavering.The Alpha King’s presence was magnetic, commanding. It radiated off him like a tangible force, making it impossible for anyone to look away, much less question him. He led me to the head table without hesitation, his stride confident and deliberate.Former Alpha Henry, seated at Oswald’s right, stiffened as we approached. He rose halfway from his chair in deference, but Oswald’s next words froze him mid-motion.“Stand,” Oswald commanded, his voice smooth but brooking no argument.Henry’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, I thought he might refuse. But then he complied, albeit reluctantly, standing stiffly as Oswald gestured toward the now-vaca
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