š¾ Alpha Jake
My Beta Darren brought in a strange girl earlier. He claims that he found her in the woods on the daily patrol of our borders.
Our pack is well hidden deep in the mountains so I donāt have a clue how she got here. We keep to ourselves because we train our warriors thouroughly and we donāt want anyone from the outside snooping around or finding out about our patrol schedule and training.
There were a lot of neighboring packs that wanted to know more about Grey Moon, we had some of the best werewolf warriors in existence and we were self-sufficient and wealthy. We had alliances with other packs and we worked together in times of need or war but, being a big pack like ours leads to creating enemies based on border lines and jealousies, also resulting from time to time in a rogue attack.
He said she was by herself and it didnāt look like she was planning anything against us. She was startled by their presence and started running. He stated that she was swift and moved around like a ninja on the tree branches, until she fell and they could capture her.
She wasnāt human, that was clear. Definitely not a werewolf like us. She was dressed in strange clothes and she carried a lot of weapons with her.
Darren laid everything on my desk and I was looking through her things. A sword, bow and arrows, knives and some daggers. Really weird. The rest was a compass, some stones in a material I donāt recognise and little food and water. Why did she need all of this and where did she come from?
I told my Beta to leave her downstairs in one of the cells so she couldnāt run and come to her senses before I could go and interrogate her.
I was a feared Alpha. They knew my pack and my name throughout our species. I was cruel regarding my enemies and foes, but was kind and just when it came to my pack, my people. I would give my life protecting them. My thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on my office door.
āSheās awake,ā Myriam, one of my housekeepers, said.
āThank you.ā I answered as I got up and prepared to descend to the dungeon.
āDo you want me to prepare her something to eat, Alpha?ā She enquired as I passed her in the hallway.
āMaybe not a bad idea, Myriam.ā I responded. āIām going down to hear her out.ā
Myriam nodded and left for the kitchen. I went down the stairs of our packhouse. We had a little dungeon for interrogations and to keep the usual rogue we captured around our land, but this was different. From what Darren told me this wasnāt an enemy nor rogue. I just needed some answers to be sure.
When I got there I spotted her sitting on the bed. She was petite. Covered by her green hood so I could only see part of her face. She wore leather boots and green leggings. I found myself thinking that she looked like a very small Robin Hood.
I unlocked her cell and grabbed a stool to sit down facing her. Not to close, I didnāt want to scare her. She looked at me but I still couldnāt see her eyes. She was following my moves and sitting in a defensive stance, ready to fight and reminded me of how my own warriors reacted.
āHi,ā I started, āMy name is Alpha Jake.ā I tried to sound as calm as possible to make her feel comfortable. āWhatās yours?ā
āPernwĆ©l.ā She spoke softly.
āThat is a really strange name you got there.ā I responded. āPerwĆ©?ā
āSomething like that.ā I heard her soft voice but I noticed her lips tug in a half-grin.
āHow did you get on our land, PernwĆ©l?ā
āI didnāt know it was anyoneās land.ā She said firmly. āI just found myself in the woods and the next thing I know Iām in this cage and all my personal items are taken away from me.ā she stated curtly.
āI will get your things back to you.ā I promised. āBut I need to ask you some questions first before I let you out.ā I looked at her. āWhere do you come from?ā
She mulled things over before she answered. āI come from Agmysther, a little village in the Third Realm.ā She took a deep breath. āWe found ourselves under attack this morning and my people were slaughtered in the battle.ā She gritted her teeth together. āI think I fell through a portal because this place doesnāt look at all familiar.ā
Goddess. I donāt know a thing about the places she mentioned. I never heard about a Third Realm and certainly never heard anything about portals. She sounds genuine and devastated, she just said that her whole village was murdered.
āI donāt know anything about portals or the places you mention.ā I answered. āI can tell you where you are right now, on Earth, in the territory my pack resides on, Grey Moon pack.ā
āWhat is a pack?ā She asked.
āWe are a pack of shifters, Werewolves.ā
āYou are wolves that turn into men?ā
I smiled at her question, itās difficult to explain this to someone who is not of our kind, but I tried. āItās like that, but we are in harmony with our inner wolf spirit.ā I continued. āWe can change at will and we live together amongst our kind.ā
She was still for a moment, presumably taking it all in.
āYou are not human or one of us.ā I broke the silence. āWhat are you?ā
I wanted to know. Her smell was very strange, lingering softly in the air. I couldnāt put my finger on it. It was like a sweet herb with a hint of something spicy. It pulled me in, triggering in me a hidden desire to know more about this girl. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and balled her little gloved hands into fists.
I scraped my throat. āYou donāt have to worry.ā I said softly. āIām not going to hurt you.ā I let out a breath I didnāt know I was holding. āI just want to know.ā
My words must have had a calming effect on her, because she took her hands to her hood and softly started moving the fabric over her head. My eyes followed her face as she removed her hood. It was like time slowed down slightly and I watched intently as she uncovered her features. I felt my wolf stirring inside me.
She had small pouty lips and freckles littering around her nose. Creamy ivory skin and I noticed a scar across her right eyelid as she was looking down. Locks of silvery long hair spilled around her shoulders, some strands had a fine braid, some had beads around with shimmering stones. It looked silky soft and I repressed the urge to touch her hair. She was still looking down, trying to not meet my gaze. Was she scared of me?
She lifted her little hand again and tucked one of her long silver locks behind her ear, revealing them. They were a bit bigger than usual and ended in a pointy shape.
āIām an Elfā She spoke very quietly, I almost wouldnāt have heard her if it wasnāt for my enhanced hearing.
āWow.ā
I didnāt even realise I spoke the word as she suddenly looked up at me and our eyes met. The most beautiful green eyes Iāve ever seen and something snapped inside me, roaring alive making my wolf push forward.
āMate.ā
ā³PernwĆ©l The leader, Alpha Jake, had come to interrogate me. I get it. Iām on his land and he has to make sure Iām not a threat to his people. Iāve been a warrior my whole life knowing what to do in every situation because I was instructed to do so. This was a different situation. Iām alone, exhausted and definitely not in my village anymore. Even if I tried to make my escape I would be caught in a matter of minutes. I neednāt fight nor run at this point, so I answered his questions the best that I could and hoped that I would be spared. From his explanation of my whereabouts I found myself in a different world entirely. I never heard of shifters, less about werewolves. I saw before that it entailed to transform from wolf into man and vice versa. Just like normal wolves travel and hunt in packs, these people, werewolves, lived together in this little town. They call themselves the Grey Moo
š¾Alpha Jake After I left PernwĆ©l in the kitchen with Myriam and Anna, I retreated into my study. I had to think over a lot of things. Wolves mate for life, and there is only one person in the whole of existence chosen for you by the Moon Goddess, or so it says in our folklore and legends. Sometimes it happens that one of them dies before meeting each other after turning of age, and in these cases, it could happen that you would find a second chance mate. It is very rare, but Iāve seen it once before. If you are a werewolf you can find your mate after your eighteenth birthday. The bond can be triggered by smell, touch, or like I just witnessed in the basement, by looking into your mateās eyes. After looking into those beautiful green eyes I felt my wolf growl to life, expecting us to claim her right on the spot, but I had to approach this differently than a normal mate bond between two werewolves.
ā³PernwĆ©l Sunrays slightly dance around my fur, caressing it with its warmth. It softly plays with the colors of the leaves falling from the trees, welcoming autumn. Before my eyes, guided by the wind that streams through them, a dance of light and color takes place. A breathtaking view, to partake in the beauty of nature. The rustling of the falling leaves onto the mossy ground, littering a carpet made of the reddish and maroon tones of the withering of the summer season. Admiring the sounds of the forest with my enhanced hearing and being able to smell the earthy tones of the trees with hints of herbs and a few flowers that still bloomed, I revel in the connection my paws make onto the surface as I slowly pace through it, taking everything in. I donāt remember this particular forest, itās not the one Iām used to running in. I sniffed around following the scent of wa
ā³PernwĆ©l Alpha Jake looked at me and pointed to the outlines of the field that were marked with a white line. āThey are putting up the obstacle course,ā he said faintly, almost whispering. āFirst we run a lap or two to warm up.ā I was looking at all the werewolves working in perfect sync, but when they saw their leader, they bowed their head to the side slightly, revealing their necks while uttering āGood morning, Alpha.ā in unison. āGood morning Grey Moon pack.ā He bellowed, so everyone on the field would hear him. It was a powerful voice and he radiated that aura again. I presumed it was what made him the leader. āPack, this is PernwĆ©l.ā He said gesturing to me. āShe will join us today.ā They looked at me with questions burning in their eyes, but they didnāt ask anything. I donāt think they were used to strangers walking in on their training sessions, but they didnāt dare question their
š¾Alpha Jake Like every morning, except on weekends, we had pack training. Every adult wolf came to the training fields at the crack of dawn to run across an obstacle course that changed patterns every day and spar. The werewolves of my pack were very well trained and pushed harder in every way to become stronger, doing justice to being one of the best packs to ever exist. I took pride in the resilience of my people. They knew that belonging to this pack also meant having to protect the elders, children and non-warriors amongst them and fight for it very often. That entailed also the importance of training and they took it very seriously. The obstacle course built stamina and speed, keeping them focused and giving options to analyze, strategize and provide a new challenge every day. It kept them on their toes anticipating every possible outcome. I was surprised this morning that PernwĆ©l wa
ā³ PernwĆ©l Whatās wrong with me? I never used to falter and I could stay stoic and in charge of my emotions. Like it should pertain to a warrior like me. This has all been so strange. Itās like something is messing with my hormones. Maybe these strange shifters are getting to me. Sighing, I closed the door behind me as I got to my room in the packhouse. No, I said to myself, thatās not it. Iāve been on a rollercoaster of sorts the last two days, the notion that my village is gone hasnāt really sunk in yet. Iāve been too busy adapting myself to this new Realm. I jumped at the opportunity to train because itās where I am most in my element, Iām used to it. The physical exercise was so
ā³ PernwĆ©l Alpha Jake waited for me on the porch to accompany me to where the Elders resided. We were walking there and he was going to show me around the town. I was not a prisoner anymore and I was staying here for the time being. Where else was I supposed to run off to? I was somehow excited to find out more about what happened to me, but also dreading to find out the fate of my village. I witnessed a carnage, everyone I knew was slaughtered before my eyes. The memories of the beautiful place I grew up in were tainted with the deep red colour of blood and masacre. I would never run across my ancestors' land again. Smell the flowers, touch the textures of the plants and swim in the river that coursed with smaller streams across the heart of our
š¾ Alpha JakeGrandma Rose was staring daggers at me from her little cabin. She loved to live here on the outskirts, surrounded by nature and the vast forest on the mountain.“Please, don’t call me that,” I said while I stroked the back of my neck with my palm. “I’m not 5 anymore.”For being an older pack member, you would think that things would get past her because of her age. Don’t be fooled, they don’t.Grandma Rose was already drilling me from the inside of my skull through the mindlink, asking questions about the woman admiring her garden.The mindlink gives wolves in the same pack the opportunity to share emotions and certain thoughts. We can’t have e