Zelena.
“Besides, I don’t know if I want to live up to it. I don’t know if I want it at all” Smith said softly after a brief pause. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to me so that he was looking at me.
“We haven’t talked much since that day. Since Cole...” I paused and swallowed,
“Since Cole died” I forced out.
“We’ve both been a bit preoccupied” Smith tried to shrug it off,
“That’s no excuse. You're my best friend Smith, you were my first friend. I'm sorry I haven’t been there for you. I should have tried harder”
“Don’t beat yourself up princess, I haven’t really made much effort either” he replied and took my hands.
“You found your Mum, Zee. That's kind of huge”
“I did, and it is. And you lost your best friend" I answered. I knew he was trying to avoid talking about it. About Cole. But I'm no fool. Smith pulled his hands away from mine and snarled,
“Don’t call him that” he hissed,
“Why not? He
Zelena. “Your breakfast is ready for you” Tobias said warmly and started walking us back towards the house. At the mention of food my stomach grumbled loudly and I smiled, “Perfect, because we’re starving” I mused. When we reached the kitchen, Nat was gone, but on the counter was a spread worthy of royalty. We sat down and I ate my fill happily. I was too busy feeding my face to worry about conversation with Tobias. Not that he was overly chatty these days. After I had eaten all that I could, I was exhausted. From either the deep emotional breakthrough with Smith, the stress of Gunner’s imminent departure, or the fact that I’m growing a werewolf in my womb. Either way, exhaustion has become my second language. I stretched my arms out above my head and yawned. “You’re tired already?” Tobias questioned, “I’m pooped” I answered mid yawn, “Come on then, I’ll take you upstairs for a nap” he said as he stood up and held his arms out, “My her
Zelena. Tobias helped to calm my nerves. His words offered a small sliver of hope, but it was enough to lift my spirits. We headed back downstairs to get more food, before I went in search of Nat. Our little talk is way overdue. After a half attempt at checking the usual spots, the movie room, kitchen, library, with no luck in any of them, we headed out to the village to see if she was with Smith. It was mid-afternoon but the village was unusually quiet. I walked past the cabins and around the communal areas. A few pack members were out and about keeping themselves busy, but the atmosphere just felt unusually still. Each person I passed offered a warm smile and would either nod or wave or even bow. Yeh, some of them were still bowing, and I am still not comfortable with it. We got to the edge of the clearing where most of the visiting packs had been staying when the Alpha ceremony happened. But they were all long gone now, back to their own realiti
Zelena."Come on darling, let’s go have a chat with that girl of mine” Roe said with her gentle smile and took my arm. She helped me up the stairs and to Nat’s room. She didn’t knock or call out, she just opened the door and stood to the side to let me in before her.“Seriously, I do not want to talk to you right now” Nat growled from her spot on the bed. She was layingon her stomachwith herface pressed into the pillow.“Too badyoung lady” Roe answered her. Nat growled in frustration
Whiskey. I was awake before the sun, and had already ransacked through the rest of the huts still standing. I found a few interesting items, some jewellery, silverware, nothing worth taking with me though. I decided to go back and search the Alpha’s house more thoroughly. The study or office space proved to be worth wild. I found another journal on a bookshelf in there. This one only dated back three generations, the first entry being date marked as 12th October 1935. He wrote about his desire to have the chosen daughter come back to them. Which confirmed my original theory, this pack have had firsthand contact with the Moon Goddess. I’m getting closer. I took this journal, and the other older one I found yesterday, and went to get comfortable on an armchair that I hadn’t destroyed yet. I opened the newer book first. I know all too well that I am going to have a difficult time trying to decipher the old text in the other journal. Best to leave it for last. After read
Whiskey. Present Day. I shook away the memory and continued reading, struggling to translate the text the best that I could. But I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t good enough. I took longer to work my way through the pages, making sure I checked and double checked the words carefully. The Alpha wrote about an incident. A death. It would seem that the she-wolf killed someone in the pack. I pieced together as much as I could. It had been a year since the child’s powers manifested. Many Alpha’s from many packs sought her out and tried to trade with the Alpha, so that they could claim her, or own her. I'm not sure with that translation. But they wanted her, and he wasn’t willing to let her go. It wasn’t until I was nearly at the end of the journal when things started to get really interesting. He mentioned meeting with an Alpha from another pack. A very old and powerful pack. From what I could understand, he was afraid of this Alpha. He spo
Whiskey. Being in my wolf form was one of the absolute worst things for me. To say I hate it would be a serious understatement. It makes me feel wild and untamed, like the feral beasts that I hunt. But when I haven’t got access to a car, helicopter or motorbike, it is the next best way to travel across country. I will stop at the next town I come across and steal a car. I was fast in this form, even with my bag and the map case in my mouth. The midnight black fur was thick and long. My wolf may be smaller than the natural born beasts, but I was undoubtably stronger, and faster. My lifelong training and the moulding me into the perfect killing machine, plus with the addition of my power, it meant I was impossible to beat. No matter how big the beast that I faced was. I slowly made my way East through Russia. Checking the areas marked on the map for packs. I found and decimated two more. Both were small and irrelevant, and neither housed anything of value to me. It fel
Whiskey. Just as I was about to charge, I was struck from the side and sent flying across the room. I was so caught up in the sight of Pasha, I forgot about my surroundings. Four more guards piled in and stood in front of Pasha, blocking him from me. As I stood on the other side of the room, looking over their scared and angry faces, I smiled at them. The idea of now ripping apart all of them, it made me excited. One of the guards lifted his gun and aimed it at me. As it fired, I weaved to the side, dodging the track of the bullet. He fired again, and again I dodged. Bullets now rained down on me, and I dodged them all. Just like they trained me to do. As I jumped and spun and twirled out of the way, I got closer and closer to where they stood. The anger on their faces was quickly morphing into terror, as the realisation came to them. They trained me for this, but they never expected me to use it against them. I got to the first guard and sliced his throat with my claws befo
Zelena.I felt pretty good after Nat left in search of Smith. She found her true love, and I had figured out what had been making her so down. I was so happy for her, and yet selfishly sad for myself. Nat was the first girl that I ever connected with. She is literally my first girlfriend. But now she will be moving away, hours away. I’ll be losing my friend, my sister, and my baby will be losing its aunt. I know I shouldn’t feel like this, I should be overjoyed for her. But I can’t help it. Through all my own selfish sadness, I keep coming back to poor Smith. He’ll be devastated, at first, but I know he’ll be okay eventually. It’s still going to hurt him though, and with him hurting, I’ll be hurting too. Gunner has told me a bit about Smith and his past ways with his many she-wolves, so I can only assume he’ll work himself out. Now that I think about it, Smith and I never really talked about his relationship with Nat. That is a
Zelena. Gunner’s arms came around my stomach and he leaned his chin on my shoulder. “You okay?” he asked softly. “I’m good” I answered and reached up to tap his cheek. He turned his face and kissed the palm of my hand. “You were crying again” he said, like I hadn’t already known that. “Well, pregnant ladies cry, Mighty Alpha” I quipped and turned to face him with a smirk. He didn’t answer me right away, just gazed down at me. “You sure you’re alright?” he asked more gently. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “I’m fine. Thinking of Cole and Tobias just makes me sad sometimes”. Gunner smiled sadly and ran his thumb over the corner of my mouth. “Me too” he said softly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to my waiting lips. “I love you” I said looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you more” he smiled back. “It’s not a competition” I grumbled and pinched his peck. He laughed and rubbed at the spot. “It’s not. There's just more of
Zelena. Grief is difficult. It's a hard feeling to navigate. With the addition of my bouts of guilt and regret, I wasn’t sure I was ever going to find my way through it. If I’m honest, I’m still working my way through it. Every new day is different from the last. It's strange really. One day I will be fine, filled with happiness and joy, enjoying my family and my life. The next, something as simple as hearing the term ‘Little One’ will set me off on hours of crying and wishing for things to be different. Grief is weird. It's true when people say that you never actually get over the pain, you just learn to live with it. Not being alone with my pain is a huge help. Gunner and I are both working through our grief. Everyone is really. Losing Cole, Tobias, and Aurora. Plus, Cleo and all the other fighters that sacrificed their lives. Those losses hit us all really hard. Even with all that loss, we’ve gained a lot as well. Thanks to Aurora, the hunters are basically extinct. A special t
Whiskey. “I know” Zelena whispered with a slight nod of her head. She pushed her other arm forward with her palm facing me. A wave of energy hit me, like a truck hitting a mountain at top speed. My entire body jolted with the force, down to the tiniest atom. The air was stolen from my lungs and my vision went black. I felt like a giant hand was inside my body, pulling it apart piece by piece. The pain was incredible. I could feel every part of myself being torn to shreds. I tried to scream, but no sound came. I tried to fight, but my body was no longer under my control. This must be what death feels like. I can’t imagine it being anything else. There was a pressure inside my chest, like something was pulling it open. It built and built, tearing and ripping at my essence. It was almost too much, I was ready to give in to it. After all that I have endured, and all the pain that has been inflicted on my body over my lifetime, I still kept fighting. I was never worn down to the point of
Whiskey.It was a fucking dragon. The glowing light dimmed, just enough for me to find a small human frame within the dragon's glow. It was Zelena. The dragon was with Zelena. How could this be possible? “Whiskey” a voice called out. I took a step back as I looked up at the beast. Dragons aren’t real, I told myself. Plus, this dragon was odd. It wasn’t a physical being. Its face, its wings, its body, it was all made out of light. I could see the electrical currents tethering all the pieces together. Almost like it was made of pure energy. “Whiskey” the voice called again. It came from both Zelena and the dragon, almost like they spoke at the same time, in the same voice. I stumbled back a few more steps, but Zelena and the dragon just kept coming. “You’re reign of death is over” the dragon called. This is unexpected. But I’ve never quit before, and I sure as shit won’t be starting today. I steadied my feet and squared my shoulders. I summoned another icicle sword, now holding
Whiskey. I swung my arm towards Zelena, letting fly the spear of black ice. It got her in the upper right side of her chest, sending her flying back to the ground. A proud smile filled my face as another weapon materialized in my grip. I was about to hit her again when I was sent flying back through the air. I dropped the shard of ice and used my own power to cushion the landing. Gunner was poised and ready to attack. Zelena was still laying on the ground, I knew she was going to be easy to be rid of, just one hit and she was out. I pulled on that dark feeling inside me, tugging on the string of power that was in me now. Another icy shard appeared in my hand, and I hurled it toward Gunner. He dodged to the side, missing the spear, and then charged toward me. I didn’t even need to think about it now, the weapons just came to my hands as I thought of them. I leaned on my back foot and steadied my feet, then I hurled dagger after dagger at Gunner. One hit his shoulder, but it didn’t
Whiskey. Tobias hit the deck like a sack of shit. A pulling sensation tugged at my heart. Like the shriveled piece of brown beef thumping in my chest was going to suddenly come to life and feel something for the big dumb oaf. Yeah right. Once he was down, the fighters that he waved away all charged at me in unison. Some shifted into their beasts, others tempted fate on their human legs. It didn’t really matter either way. They were all going to die by my hand one way or the other. I cut each of them down easily, and all the others that tried their luck with me. It appears these animals are just as dumb as all the other stupid dogs that I’ve fought. Never learning where they lay on the food chain. Never realising that they’re doomed from the moment they decide to fight against me. They’re all the same. Single minded, foolish animals. The fight had us slowly moving through the village, leaving a breadcrumb trail of bodies along the way. They just kept coming, one after the other. I
Zelena. I flew off to the side with so much speed. The force at which I hit Gunner’s shield made my brain wobble inside my skull. My hold dropped and Whiskey landed back on the ground on her feet. Keeping the shield in place, Gunner growled and stepped toward Whiskey with his claws ready. I quickly stood up and raced to stop him, but I was sent flying back into the shield once again. When I went to get back up again, a sharp pain shot through my chest, and I yelped out in pain. I looked down to the source of the irritation and froze. Shit. A long black jagged piece of ice was protruding from my chest. It’s the darkness. I produced the same type of weapon once. The sting of ice in my veins intensified and the cold emptiness of the darkness filled my chest. I snapped my head to Whiskey who was about to launch another in my direction. Before the fresh shard of black ice left her hand, Gunner swung his arm out in her direction. The shield around us dropped and Gunner retrained all of his
Zelena. Gunner took my hand and I turned to follow behind him. Lupus was marching at his side, the two of them whispering harshly. I couldn’t focus on what they were saying, I was too taken aback by the bodies we passed. My eyes caught on a woman lying face down on the ground with a gaping wound in her back. Another with his neck broken at an ungodly angle. Three or four wolf bodies followed quickly after. How could one person do so much damage? A rush of magic tickled across my skin and the air around us felt thinner and light. Gunner stopped walking and turned to look at me. “Do you feel it?” he asked. I nodded and lifted my head higher. “She’s literally sucking the air out of the village” I answered. “How are you supposed to fight against that?” Lupus grunted angrily. “I have powers too” I said as I lifted my hands and erected a shield around the three of us. The air immediately felt normal again, further proven by the sigh and deep breath Lupus took. “Let’s go” I c
Zelena. I swallowed the pain in my chest and stood up slowly on shaking legs. Gunner grabbed my arm, half to help me stand, and I expect half to stop me from bolting right for the door. Smith and Felix followed my movements, both of them also rising slowly. Smith’s growl rumbled lowly through the room, quickly followed by Felix, then Lupus. The symphony of growls rolled around the room, all blending into one angry song. I hadn’t realised it at first, but my own growl joined the angry tune. All of us rumbled out how worried, angry, and ready to fight we were. I pulled my arm from Gunner’s hold and stepped toward the door. My claws extended and my bones ached through my anger and the desire the change. I pulled the Goddess power into my body. It tingled across my skin, fed my soul, and filled me with energy. “Let’s get to it then” I snarled. My anger was palpable. Family be damned, if my own sister has hurt Tobias, MY Tobias, I will finish her where she stands. I will reign the pain