Chapter 2 - The Betrayal

* * * Eve’s POV * * *

I can’t sleep, so I get up from bed and leave the tent. I can hear hushed voices in the distance. I follow the voices.

“Alpha Luke, I know it’s you and your Luna who have birthed the child of prophecy. We must mate her to my son when she comes of age. It will make a strong alliance,” says a voice I don’t know.

“No Alpha Charles. The Moon Goddess will pair our daughter with a mate worthy of her. When she is born, I think any future child of mine will be incredibly special indeed,” my Papa answers, as though I’m not already born.

“Don’t take me for a fool, Alpha Luke. I know the child is born. Are you saying my son would be unworthy?” Alpha Charles says angrily.

“Not at all. I have never met your son,” my Papa replies.

“You will regret this, Alpha Luke,” the man says angrily, and walks away from Papa.

Papa walks back towards the tents. I follow this strange man. He pulls a phone from his pocket: “Beta, summon my warriors and come to the Coral Lake pack. Alpha Luke has challenged me” the man says.

I sneak back to my bed and hide under my blanket.

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* * * Dorothy’s POV * * *

He’s standing beneath a willow tree within the Coral Lake Packs lands, under the full moon, covered in dirt and blood. “Dorothy, it isn’t safe. The Alpha, he’s lost his mind. There was no abduction, he lied. All these innocent lives, how can I ever forgive myself?” he cries to me, tears running down his cheek, leaving a trail in the dirt and blood.

“Walter, what’s done is done. We can’t undo the past. But Evelyn is here. She needs to be protected at all costs until she gets her wolf,” I comfort Walter. “I just don’t know how I can save her.”

“Dorothy, you must use your witchcraft, my love. Remove my memories of this night, of our Niece. This will ensure that the Alpha can’t command information from me because I won’t know it. Will your witchcraft protect you from the Alphas orders? Remove Evelyn’s memories. God help us, if it’s within your power, alter everyone’s memories to forget what the child looks like. You can do it; I know you can.”

“Walter, the only way to do that, is to remove your knowledge of what I am. How will you trust me when the time comes to restore your memories? And yes, I can bind my memories to be separate from the Alpha command, only the grand witch could command it of me.”

Walter places his hand over my heart, “I trust this. I will trust our bond. I must redeem myself my love. Save her. Embed new memories of why you are here. I believe in you, my love.”

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* * * Eve’s POV * * *

I can smell fire; I can hear the screams of the wounded and angry roars and snarls of wolves fighting. “Evelyn, Evelyn, I need you to run, my dear,” my Mama says.

“But Mama, I don’t want to leave you,” I cry.

“You must, baby girl, you must. Aunt Dorothy is going to hide you and then come back for your Papa and I,” Mama says quickly.

I’m running with Aunt Dorothy, away from the fighting. “Why can’t I ride your wolf, aunt Dorothy?” I ask.

“I’m a member of the Mountain View pack. If I turn into a wolf, my Alpha will know I’m here. He will command me and know where you are.”

“Why is it bad that your Alpha knows where I am?” I ask, thinking he can save us.

“He wants you for your gifts, my dear. We must hide you. And when you hide, you must stay put until your parents, or I come to get you,” she explains as she pushes me into the opening of a willow tree.

I’m alone, sitting within an opening of a willow tree. I hear footsteps. “Evelyn, it’s Aunt Dorothy. Please come out. There’s no time to lose,” she says urgently.

“Where’s my Mama and Papa?” I cry.

“I’m sorry child, Alpha Charles has killed them,” she begins to explain. When I scream, she puts her hand over my mouth to silence me.

“Hush child. We must be quiet. I have to save you. I need to perform a small spell on you, it’ll remove your memories of who you are until I can make you safe again,” Aunt Dorothy says urgently.

Aunt Dorothy places an empty sage bowl from her bag onto the ground directly in front of her. She places some rosemary on the bottom of the bowl. She then lights a stick of sage and, without blowing out the flame, chants the following words.

“Fire bright, Sage Light. What was made wrong is being made right. The memory is gone, what’s done is done. All will be well by morning sun.”

Aunt Dorothy blows out the flame and lets the smoke smoulder into the air. And then she begins to chant:

“This memory hurts me yesterday and today, but not tomorrow. I will soon be healed of this harmful sorrow after this cruel memory ud is said, erase this painful memory from my head, as I will it, so mote it be.”

I begin to feel funny, as I hear Dorothy talking about my childhood and what’s happened tonight. My head is feeling fuzzy. I fall to the ground.

I open my eyes and there’s a strange lady in front of me crying, she is sprinkling black pepper into a smoking bowl and then what appears to be sea salt on top of that.

She starts speaking strange words:

“I release all things from the past that have caused any negative attachments. I prepare and welcome new changes, new lessons, and new adventures. I welcome new opportunities to grow emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

I call the past to meet the present, that the future may be bright. I bring myself forth from the dark and hold myself in the light. Let not the past control my present, let not my future be dark as night. Meet and greet me with open arms and move back into the light.

My heart is now at peace with my soul, so mote it be.”

She then puts out the fire, her body trembling.

She staggers towards me and places her hands on my shoulders.

“Your name is Eve. You’re six years old. Your Mother was an Omega. You’re an orphan. Keep repeating that until you remember it,” she tells me while crying, and staggers away.

I sit in the dirt crying. “My name is Eve. I’m six years old. I’m an orphan. My Mother was an Omega,” I say over and over again.

The sun begins to rise, and I’m still repeating “My name is Eve. I’m six years old. I’m an orphan; my Mother was an Omega”. And then I hear footsteps approaching.