Brooke. After the Alpha introduces me to the pack, questions after questions arise from the gathered crowd, overwhelming me. They aren’t hostile, but their enthusiasm is…loud. I feel anxious being on the stage, so before he answers all the questions put out by the crowd, Maddox asks Alexander to take me away, and I gladly get off the stage.From the corner of my eyes, I think I see Caster trying to make his way toward us, but before I can make sure Alexander grabs my arm and pulls me away from the crowd.We stop as we reach the beginning of the marketplace, and Alexander chuckles breathily.“I believe that went well,” Alexander says, and I glance at him.“You do?”“Yes, because they didn’t start to attack you with rotten fruits all of a sudden,” He points out and I scoff. pale at that. “Do they really do that?”“Only to minor criminals. If you take anything that isn't yours without permission from its owner, you will be tied to a pole on that stage, and the pack members will pommel y
Brooke. “I noticed,” I say to Alexander as we make our way through the market to the forest, “That you don’t like talking about your tier.”Alexander chuckles grimly, “What gave it away?”“Your expression, you always look like you bit into a lime when anyone mentions the fact, you’re a Delta or your Midnight ceremony,” I point out before I realize that he was asking the question rhetorically. But I brush that off, “Are you unhappy with your tier?”He is silent for a moment.“I suppose I am. I never expected it in the first place.” He speaks. “Everyone expected me to be the Alpha, including myself because that’s the way that things have always been. But after finding out that I was a Delta at my Midnight ceremony, I felt as if my worth had gone down. I still feel like that sometimes, but I’m trying to get better. There is nothing wrong with being a Delta. There’s nothing wrong with any of the tiers, each one of them has its importance.”“Can you tell me more about the tiers?” I inquire
Brooke. “Oh, wow,” I whisper, “You weren’t bluffing when you said you knew exciting places.”In front of me is a waterfall, and it's beautiful. Water gushes down a protrusion in the cliff the waterfall is formed at, framed by vines that are full of purple and blue colored flower blossoms that smell amazing. The waterfall is tall, so when the water reaches over level it’s nothing like water but a fine mist that makes the whole area look like it’s surrounded by fog. There is an opening in the thick tree canopy right above the waterfall, allowing golden sun rays to fall in and reflect off the crystal-clear water of the pool that trickles down. The water in the pool is shallow, and from where I’m standing, I can see fishes of various colors float through the river-smooth rocks.“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Alexander says, “I found this place when I was only a pup, and ever since the day I saw it, whenever I need to get away from the pack I come here.”“Do you mean to say that no one but yo
Brooke. “Oh, Goddess, Brooke,” Alexander rushes next to me as I fall onto the floor, struggling to breathe. I don’t know what’s happening to me to be honest, a moment ago I was fine, but now it’s like my body had suddenly forgotten how to breathe. Panic rushes through my head as I try to force myself to get air in, but it’s not working, and my chest feels like it’s on fire. The world starts to darken, and everything is shivering…Suddenly, two warm arms wrap around me, and I feel a steady heartbeat next to mine. A gust of hot breath rushes at my ear, “Brooke, breathe. Come on, breathe with me. There's nothing to fear. Just inhale, and exhale. Do it with me, follow my rhythm. You can do this.”I try to do as he says. When he inhales, I feel the air move near my face, and I breathe in with him. My lungs scream with relief, and I feel the gust of his exhalation. I follow him as he breathes steadily. He murmurs in my ear, telling me I’m alright, that I’m safe, that nothing can harm me, an
Brooke. I have never seen such a long dining table in my life.The main dining room of the Blackwood mansion is lit with a number of torches, a chandelier, and of course, a massive fireplace. The long glass windows of the room have been opened to let in fresh air and breeze because of the heat that comes from the fireplace, which kind of makes me question why it has been lit in the first place, considering how it was in the middle of summer. There are people already seated around the table, some of them I remember seeing in the morning. Maddox sits at the head of the table, dressed for the occasion in clothes similar to what he wore at the Temple. To his right sits the Luna, Alexander, and Caster’s mother whose name I still don’t know about. Next to the Luna, there are two spots, one for Caster and the other for Alexander.On the left side of the table, the seat next to the Alpha is empty, but the others are filled with the elders and the rest of the pack members who are in attendance
Brooke. After that incident, dinner ended pretty quickly. The air was thick with tension, and none of us felt particularly hungry. Caster looked angry, and Maddox looked annoyed. The Luna looked…troubled. Alexander was quiet and nervous.The elders engaged in some small talk with me, asking about how I found the pack and such mundane details, but that conversation too died down when food was brought. Caster excused himself from the table moments after, followed by his mother. After that, everyone knew the time was up, so with a sigh, Maddox dismissed everyone else.“Well, that happened,” I say to Alexander as we meet outside the dining room on a balcony that overlooks the pack village. The Alpha is speaking with the elders and the other pack members in the compound right underneath, and all around us, the night is so peacefully at odds with the tension the dinner created in everyone who attended.Alexander sighs with the weight of a world on his shoulders, “Caster is an idiot.”I have
Brooke. Alexander takes me to the Training ranges again, and this time, I try out the weapons. Kind of. "These are the practice weapons," Alexander declares as he gestures at the weaponry with a flourish, "None of them are sharp, and almost all of them are made from wood. We normally use these for the pups, but since you have no recollection of handling a weapon, I thought that it would be prudent to start you off with them too."I make a face, "Seriously, pup weapons?""I can't risk letting a novice handle real weapons," He wags a finger at me, "We maintain the weapons to the best degree so they are quite sharp. One simple mistake in handling can result in a grave injury, and I am not going to risk that. So should you.""Fine," I huff in agreement, although I still feel silly. Alexander takes a wooden sword off the pile of practice weapons and swings it in the air, "This is my weapon of choice, the sword. It's very handy and good for close-range combat. I carry a short sword when
Brooke. "Okay, so first you need to take care of your form," says Jenna, taking her own bow in her hand. She shakes her body twice before stamping her feet on the grass-covered ground. She stands to my side, turning her body to face the bull's eye, "Keep your body like this. You have to line your weight with the back leg and make sure your posture is comfortable. Especially make sure that the muscles in your hands are relaxed before you shoot."I follow her instructions and stand accordingly. Taking the grip of the long bow in my non-dominant hand, I stand facing my own Bull's eye. The posture feels familiar, and the next instructions I'm given come naturally."Grip your bow with your non-dominant hand and nock the arrow to the arrow rest over your finger, light this and line the end with the string right in the middle, like this," Jenna takes an arrow off her on the quiver, and nocks it with practiced ease. I do the same with my own fake arrow, "Now while keeping the arrowhead steady
Lydia. We run through the forest as fast as we can, without looking back. I can feel my heart breaking inside my chest with every step we take. I left Ryan. I left Ryan to fend himself against his murderous tyrant of a brother all alone. I left him on his own. I left the love of my life. The pain is too much to bear, and I feel myself slip off. In the spirit plane, my wolf is startled to see me. The purple and magenta sky of my mind's world is strewn with multicolored stars, but I can't appreciate that beauty today. Disregarding my yipping wolf, I stride towards the remaining chain. I need to break this in order to gain my full potential. I don't care if I'm still too weak. Ryan is in danger, and I need to break this chain in order to save him. I need to go and face down an entire packet to reclaim my beloved back. My wolf comes growling and snaps her jaws at me. She tries to warn me off the chain, as she knows I'm not strong enough yet. But I am too far gone to listen to reaso
Lydia.Otis hollers as I stab his arm with the arrowhead, his cry waking up everyone in the near vicinity. I start to hear voices coming from all around me. But caught in the throes of my anger, I don't care for them. I want to see Otis hurt for what he was trying to do to Ryan. With a yell, I pull off the sharp metal from his chest, and he cries out once again. Clutching the injured arm, he stumbles back a couple of steps and hits the wall, hard, with his head. The impact makes him lose consciousness, and he falls to the ground.I brace myself to pounce on him again and end him once and for all. I could feel the bloodlust taking over me, poisoning my mind like a scarlet berry. My vision tinges with death, and there's the gushing sound of an ocean in my ears. 'Kill, kill, kill,' my mind chants, and there's nothing I want more than to listen to it. I want to see fear clog his face, I want to see him choke on his own spit. I want to watch the life bleed out of him. I want to watch him
Lydia.The shadow moved discretely as if it was aware that it was being watched. Or perhaps it was not taking any risks and was acting as if it was already in danger.As I move through the darkness the trees provide, being extra careful not to make a sound, I start to see the owner of the shadow.It was a man, judging from the body. He was dressed in all black, covering his body from head to toe in dark garments that blended in with the night. His face is wrapped in a black scarf. He looks almost like an assassin, but I know that his gait is too sloppy to be that of an assassin's. Besides, an assassin would never creep around the caves so slowly. The man stops near a certain cave. There is a window carved into the stone, and it's open partially due to the humidity. The man straightens and peers inside the window, opening it slowly enough not to make a creaking noise as it was bound to do if opened quickly. Then, ever so carefully, he places his palms upon the windowsill and raises h
Lydia.That day, I bring down my first deer. It feels almost surreal, but the arrow that pierces through its unsuspecting eyes is mine. The deer falls to the ground as soon as the arrow hits, and although I feel remorse for it as always, I also cannot keep myself from crowing out of triumph."Good job!" Caleigh claps me on the back before running towards the carcass to start gutting it. We pack the meat inside our packs and dump the entrails far away so other carnivores could make use of it. With meat-heavy backpacks, we make our way back to our caves so we could drop the bounty off in the kitchens. The stores of meat in the pack would be full after this."How strange," Caleigh mused as we dropped the meat off, gazing around the pack lands, "Your unwelcome shadow is absent today."I'd noticed that too. I have yet to see Otis for the day; he'd been absent from my site since this morning. Maybe he finally came to his senses and decided not to pursue me. But I knew that thought is too g
Lydia.The next day, as soon as I woke up, my eyes fell on the bow.It was a thing of beauty, and I could see that Caleigh spent much time perfecting it. The wood appeared to be from a mature rowan tree, and I wondered where she even found one. They grew high up in the mountains. Made from rowan heartwood, it was polished and stained with the juice of peppermint leaves. I know this because I could smell the refreshing minty smell from the wood. The middle of the arch was wrapped with cured leather that was firm to the touch. The bowstring was taut and strong, made from fine hairs twined together to make a thick string.I gripped the bow from the middle and raised it in an arc, bringing it in front of me. With my other hand, I pulled the bowstring. It was surprisingly easy after the newfound powers I gained after breaking the chain last night. As I perfected my posture, I felt it flow through my blood. It made me feel as if I were already invincible as if I could take down my enemies w
I sent her a warm smile. I could only imagine how bad she wanted to be set free. She yawned and looked at me. She seemed much calmer than before and I hope this was not only because of the exhaustion. I held out my hand. She pushed her nose against my palm and I petted her.“What do you think?” I asked “Are you ready?”She nodded. I was getting worried. She was still not willing to talk. I doubt that she was unable to. And she didn’t hate me anymore. For me it was something I just couldn’t understand. In addition, it made me feel bad. If she didn’t hate me, why wouldn’t she talk to me? There were many things we could have discussed. I breathed a sigh but tried to understand her.I stepped to her leg and looked at the chain. She turned her head to me then nodded, implying it was really time to release more of her power. I grabbed the chain. I struggled with that one. I hoped I was just exhausted. The animal looked at me. Her eyes narrowed. She cooperated with me: she took some steps so
I grumbled as Caleigh shook me in the following morning. My mind was still reckless and couldn’t sleep much. Besides the already existing problems I couldn’t stop thinking about Ryan’s body.“I told you.” the huntress told me “Come on or I’m going to leave you behind!”“Okay, okay.” I moaned but got out of my bed.I followed Caleigh to the forest and I did my best not to fall back into sleep. I started to doubt that I could have broken another chain. We remained silent. The huntress was sure there were some deer nearby. It was undoubtedly her favorite type of meat. I saw as her muscles became tense and in the same moment I smelled the animal’s scent. It was near. She motioned that we would switch places. I was reluctant but she wanted me to hunt the deer down.I kept listening to the noises and waited for it to appear. Once it was within eyesight I breathed a silent sigh and picked an arrow. I kept my eye on the target but I became nervous all of a sudden. Even though I aimed at the h
When I reached the training grounds I saw he was pulling some weights shirtless. I smiled to myself but stepped in and reached him. It was time to play again. A part of me enjoyed this part either with Ryan or Caleigh. But another part of me was annoyed because I just wanted to be myself. I wanted to be with this man. I wanted to be free and careless. Instead of all this, we had to be careful and play roles, acting like we were nothing more than friends or training partners. Once I reached him I put my hand on his shoulder gently.“Do you need a partner?” I asked.“Maybe.” he grinned “How about a night run?”“Oh, I’m in.” I chuckled then leaned closer to him “I thought you can’t get any stronger now.”“I can’t.” he sighed “We’re acting. That’s all. And you can become stronger.”“You’re right.” I nodded “Let’s go then.”I kept my pace with Ryan’s. Outrunning him would have been no problem. We still had to pretend everything was normal between us. I hated that part. I was proud we foun
The huntress looked at me and sent me a warm smile.“So how far did you get?” she asked.“Not far.” I blushed “I’m afraid someone will notice.” I sighed.“Believe me, Ryan is careful with this. He wouldn’t risk losing you.”“I know, I just don’t want to take any unnecessary risks, you know? If we leave the pack before I unleash my full power, the journey is going to be even more dangerous.”“I know you’re right. But he loves you.”“I know.” I smiled “I wouldn’t sneak out for nothing. But even though it feels so good and so right, I can’t shake off the feeling of something bad is about to happen.”“I understand what you’re talking about.” she said grimly “It’s like it’s way to quiet right before a huge thunderstorm. And I don’t like it either.”“I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”“I wouldn’t leave this place without you.”She remained silent for some minutes and I was waiting for her further response. I knew she was grateful I turned up out of the blue several day