Chapter 2: Memories - Part One

*Sienna*

Earlier today, I woke up feeling my heart beating very fast, my lips still warm from the kiss. It had been a while since I thought about that part of my life, about him. Why was I having such vivid dreams about him now?

It had been three nights of the same dream, and each time it felt just like the day it happened.

I sat on my bed and thought about it, a smile curling my lips. We had only met the previous year when he arrived at the city and started to prepare for Alpha indoctrination, but he took it as a personal duty to always watch over me and protect me; we became best friends. His father was the leader of the Werewolf council, and I always admired his family and the werewolves, just as I was proud to be the daughter of the Human advisor.

On this particular day, we were hanging out like usual, on Ro's balcony, with our small group of friends. Cassie was the oldest, and her younger brother Brandom was Ro's future Beta. They always came with their human friend Francis, who they seemed to be super attached to. Then there were twin brothers Cael and Kall, also members of the pack, and some of the best warriors from what I heard.

I still remember him caressing my hair with a soft touch as his other arm wrapped around me. No one ever looked at this gesture as something else; we were best friends and he was always very protective of me, like the future Alpha he was going to be. I never thought of it in any other way. Not until that day.

'I was going to kiss you… and you looked away… that hurt me…' he said and it made my heart race like never before. I had to get closer, I had to show him I wasn't running away.

He caressed my face and smiled at me. He whispered, "You have to be with me… promise me you will be with me no matter what, and if I get through this indoctrination, you are going to be part of my pack…"

I blushed and giggled. "Don't be silly, Ro… of course you will make it, and you are going to make your parents proud."

He smiled. "Then you will be part of my pack, so I can protect you always…"

I nodded with a smile. "I promise…"

We were young; he was 19 and I was only 17. We were the typical teenagers, wild and free.

But none of that mattered later when we walked back into the house and we were received by many people coming and going, whispering, and making calls. His sweet mother came to us with tears in her eyes.

His father had been murdered and the Council was enraged; there was chaos, but most importantly, Ro and his mother were in shock. Of course, there were going to be repercussions from this; Ro and his family held their power and influence because they were from a pure, royal line. The security staff forced them to move; they had to leave quickly as their lives were also in danger, at least until they knew who murdered the Alpha.

When they pulled him and his mother away from me, I felt his hand letting go of mine. His eyes were hollow, sad, numb. A mix of everything in one.

I ran home and found out my father had been taken for interrogation. He was, along with many others, a suspect. I knew my father would never betray Alpha Lancaster. He admired him above anyone else in the council, and the thought of betrayal would disgust him.

I was worried for him; mom had died when I was born, so it had been always just me and him. But he got back safe later that night, and he held me tight. He rushed to pack our things in order for us to move. I didn't understand why, but later he told me we were living on Council lands and the council was broken. He wanted to avoid all the future drama to come, and he wanted to leave. Fast.

He did the right thing; we heard later that there were many packs fighting over territories and it was good that we were gone before it started.

I still kept thinking of Ro and his mother; I was worried for him. They were gone from the country and I felt like a part of me left with them. With him. I only heard from him a few times throughout the next couple of years when he sent me letters or managed to sneak a call, and then not anymore.

I heard he married another aristocratic werewolf who became Luna of the pack, adopting his mother's culture more openly. It hurt me in a way, but I was happy that he was happy. Then he had other sub wives like it was part of his new way of life. They all felt like small stabs to my heart, and I tried to date other guys, many times, but I ended up always comparing them toRo. I would always come back to the memory of that day, and each kiss was never as intense as that one.

I would often wonder if he ever thought of me, if he remembered me at all. But how would he have the time to do that when he had 4 wives? What surprised me was that he didn't have any children yet.

But I lost contact with the last werewolves I knew when I moved, over two years ago, so I didn't know much more of him.

I did hear when his Luna got murdered and I felt so sad for him, I wished I could be there to comfort him. But I am sure his other three wives did the job. Besides, the Council had stopped allowing humans with them after his father's assassination. I was not going to be welcomed.