As the first ray of dawn broke through the trees, the army started their journey.
The roar of military engines filled the air. A fleet of armored trucks and transport vehicles lined up along the edge of the forest.
The soldiers, clad in tactical gear, moved with practiced efficiency, preparing for the final leg of their journey.
I stood beside one of the transport trucks, my gaze scanning the rows of vehicles.
The scent of diesel and the metallic tang of the armor were familiar.
I was assigned to ride with a soldier with a stern demeanor but a clear sense of duty.
According to what Alpha Kaelen mentioned, the trip to Wolfhaven could take up to five days, despite the vehicles, because of the army's size.
We traveled all day, only stopping to rest and eat.
There was no sleep at all, but I didn't voice any complaints. I was determined to prove myself to Alpha Kaelen.
On the third night, Alpha Kaelen decided we should rest.
Something tells me he did it because of me and I hated it. I didn't want to appear like a weakling.
The army found a good spot to set up camp and only pitched a few tents since we were leaving at daybreak.
I assisted as best as I could, not wanting to feel useless.
I accompanied the soldier I've been riding with to gather wood for a fire.
We haven't spoken to each other since the first day and I was fine with that.
He had finally removed his helmet and I could see his face clearly.
He sported chestnut locks and emerald eyes, a striking combination. Despite being a soldier there was still lightness in his eyes.
We were gathering woods in silence until he spoke up.
"I was one of the soldiers who pulled you from the lake." He murmured softly, and I froze in place.
"My pack was one of the first to fall when the war started," he went on, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes. "I witnessed my entire family slain in front of me. I was going to be next if not for Alpha Kaelen. He arrived just in time and saved me. I followed him to Wolfhaven and enlisted in his army. I owe him my life." He concluded, his voice barely a whisper.
I remained silent until a realization dawned on me.
"Your accent," I said as I turned to him. "You're from Moonbane pack." I realized, my eyes widening.
My mother was from Moonbane.
"I am," he confirmed with a smile.
How could he still smile after all the horror he had witnessed?
"How?" I asked softly. "How can you still smile?"
"You'll learn," he replied with a smile. "You'll never forget the horrors, but you will learn to smile again."
"I'm Leon," he introduced himself.
"Seraphina," I said in return.
"Let's head back to camp," He suggested as he walked away. "These woods will do."
We returned to camp and assisted the soldiers in setting up the fire.
It seems like they went hunting because they were roasting meat.
We sat by the fire with Alpha Kaelen and I just watched them eat, talk, and laugh.
Maybe I can learn how to smile again. If these people could joke like this then I can smile again.
It was getting cold and I had nothing to wrap myself with.
I sat there with my hands crossed around me.
Suddenly, I felt a soft fur cloak being draped around my shoulders. Startled, I turned to see Alpha Kaelen placing it there silently and left without a word. I couldn't even thank him.
The fur must've been his because it smelled like him.
"You're welcome to sleep in my tent if you wish," Leon offered from beside me.
I mustered a small smile in gratitude and made my way to the tent.
Sleep enveloped me swiftly.
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I awoke to the sound of soldiers bustling about, preparing to depart.
I got up quickly and readied myself to join them.
Once everybody was set, we resumed our travel.
I rode with Leon once more, and things felt lighter between us.
The soldiers were quiet again, ready to pounce at the first sight of danger.
With Alpha Kaelen's fur cloak draped around me, today's journey felt less harsh.
On the fifth and last day of the journey to Wolfhaven, the mood lightened among the soldiers.
I could feel their joy as they anticipated reuniting with their loved ones?
My father and brother never had the chance to feel happy about returning home to us.
As we approached the capital city, the landscape transformed into rolling hills and lush meadows.
The trees looked healthier, the air felt lighter to breathe in.
When we reached the top of the hill, I could see the city below.
It truly lived up its title as the gods' favorite city.
It was a sight to behold, its towering walls and gleaming spires reaching towards the heavens.
Legends spoke of the gods residing here when they were the sole beings in this world.
I was starting to believe there was some truth to those stories.
As we entered the city gates my heart was pounding really hard and I didn't know why.
The soldiers were singing cheerful songs at the top of their voices, and the streets were packed with people welcoming them.
Some women were crying as they waved to their husbands, children by their side.
Kids darted towards the horse, tossing flowers at the horses.
Suddenly, life didn't seem as dim. I felt a weight lift off me as I watched, tears welling up to my eyes.
Alpha Kaelen guided us to the barracks for the soldiers to freshen up before their audience with the king.
I stuck to Leon, not knowing what to do with myself. And bless the gods, he didn't complain.
"Seraphina," a commanding voice called my name.
"Yes, Alpha." I responded quickly as I walked towards where Alpha Kaelen was standing.
"I shall guide you to the women's quarters where you shall reside. Once we are settled, I will introduce you to the army and your training will begin immediately," he stated as we walked, with me following closely.
"There is something crucial you must understand, Seraphina," he paused, turning to me. "Not all my soldiers will treat you as kindly as Leon does. Some can be harsh. You must learn to stand your ground. Do not let their words and actions deter you. Do you understand?" He inquired, his gaze intense.
"Yes, Alpha," I affirmed, my determination unwavering.
I could handle a few bullies. If I could survive four years in that camp, I could handle anything here. I was prepared for whatever came my way.
"Good," he acknowledged as he resumed walking.
As we approached a building, a woman emerged to greet us.
She appeared to be a soldier, exuding a fierce and dangerous aura, yet possessing a striking beauty.
"Welcome back, commander," she greeted with a light bow, not acknowledging me.
"Aella," he reciprocated with a nod. "This is Seraphina," he introduced me. "She is our new recruit. I am entrusting her to your care Aella," He informed her.
"You know me, Alpha. She's in good hands." She assured me.
"Good. I will leave her in your care," He stated, giving me a look before leaving.
"I'm Aella," she introduced herself as soon as Alpha Kaelen was out of sight. "I manage the women's quarters." She lightly patted my shoulders.
Unsure of what to do, I simply bowed to her.
"No need for formalities," she remarked, halting my gesture. "Let's get you changed." She suggested, leading the way inside.
Once we entered the quarters, she turned to me and said, "Welcome to hell, kid."
The walls in the women's quarters were thick. The air felt damp and cool. Aella guided me to my room, giving me a quick tour.Her words "Welcome to hell" echoed in my mind. But I wasn't afraid. I had just come from one hell, I could handle another. "This is the common room," Aella mentioned as she entered a large, dimly lit room. "Here, the women gather at the end of every day, to eat and just do what women do," Aella grinned as she spoke. "Even though we are soldiers, we're still women," she winked at me and continued leading the way.She pushed open a heavy double door, revealing a long hallway lined with rolls of door on each side. We walked until she reached what seemed like the middle of the corridor. She opened a door at the left and stepped inside. As we entered, I saw five girls who hurried to stand."Ma'am," they saluted Aella in unison. "At ease," she told them, but they remained standing."This is your new bunkmate and our fresh recruit," she indicated toward me. "Yo
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