Samantha The next day was slow. None of us was thrilled about the day. Alex and I spent the entire morning in each other's arms. I had no appetite although what I had done had left me completely weak. I didn't want Alex to know, so I pretended I was okay. My vision was a bit blurry. Helena had let me know it was part of the effect. I was a young wolf, and soul sharing was usually done after claiming so we could draw on each other's strengths. I couldn't draw strength from Alex even if he claimed me because Spirit wolfs don't mate with Werewolves. Mine would be the first-ever, and so, I had no clue how our bond would work. Alex couldn't mark me until I was twenty-one years old according to werewolves laws. I couldn't tell him to do otherwise because they believed I was a werewolf. As things were, I might be too weak for him to claim me for now, and I did not know the effect his claim would have on me. These were uncharted grounds, and I had to be careful. There was a knock on the door
Alex The bloodbath that happened the night of the fight was unforgivable. Thankfully very few members of our pack had died from the light explosion. My father could not report the mutiny that Rosehip and Raphael helped lead in the Yellow moon pack to the wolf community, but as things stood, we were even. Sam was recovering in the hospital. I wanted to stay with her badly, but I had a meeting with the leaders of our pack, so Mason remained with her. Present at the meeting were My father, Alpha Wildbreed, Gamma Deborah, Delta Ashton, Epsilon Patrick, Zeta Ashley, Eta Kelly, Theta Paul, Iota Fred, Kappa Cindy and Lambda Kirk. Usually, the Lambda wouldn't attend, but our Beta was in custody. "Congratulations on your victory, son." my father congratulated me. " If I may speak freely." Gamma Deborah asked. I hated the woman, and I had a good reason to. She always wanted to make decisions above her station and always stirred up arguments. My father allowed her to speak. " How come your
Alex What happened to me during the battle was amazing. I had never felt that much power before. I was told that my fur had golden coloured highlights and my eyes were bright. The description reminded me of Sam's wolf. The light that exploded around me was the same as the one that Sam's wolf shot out of her eyes. Her wolf had only put them to sleep then, but when the same power worked through me, it killed everyone it touched. How did Sam transfer her abilities to me? I knew wolves became connected when they mated, and they could feel each other wholly, but never had I seen wolves merge features. I needed to talk to Sam about it. I hoped strongly that whatever she did was not harmful to her and her wolf. I loved her for doing everything within her power to keep me safe, but I w
Alex Telling Sam that she would be the one to judge my mother and the Carter's wasn't easy. I knew she wouldn't take it well. I tried to convince my father to handle the matter, but he refused. He knew my mother needed to be humbled, and she needed to know that her time as Luna had come to an end, and he believed this was the best way to do it. My father explained that the only reason I wasn't given the alpha authority yet, was that every Alpha needed a Luna to be strong and focused. Although Sam got her wolf early, I couldn't mark her until she was Twenty-one. Werewolves claimed their mates at twenty-one because that was when they got their wolves. A lot of the pack members came out to witness the punishment that would be given
Samantha My choice of punishment for the Carter's was well received by the leaders of the pack, especially Alpha Wildbreed. I didn't know the type of punishment that would be given to the Luna, and I didn't make it my business as things were, I was glad I would be left alone. I later found out that Alpha Wildbreed had let her off the hook. It bothered me a bit, but I chose to let it go. The way Alpha Wildbreed handled the pack was unjust. He should have punished his Luna since she masterminded everything. Instead, he let his Beta take the fall. I hated to think of it this way, but I blamed Alpha Wildbreed for Luna Michelle's behaviour. He overindulged her. A part of me believed she would have been let off the hook if she succeeded. I would have just been another unfortunate victim of hers. The yellow moon pack wasn't a good place. I hoped Alex would be a better Alpha than his father, one who understood actions and consequences. The fatigue I felt over the weeks had gotten worse. Oft
18 moons later. Alex The eighteen months were long and mostly hard on both of us. The pack had been unable to find out who orchestrated the mutiny. Sam's health had been a huge challenge. She would often be unconscious for days for no known reason. At first, we tried to keep it secret, but soon word got out, and it made the pack question her capability. They would give her mean stares and sometimes try to disrespect her. I usually dealt with such pack members but what was happening to my mate was a huge concern. We were still yet to find her relatives. Her abilities were unheard of. My father had invited a wolf shaman out of concern for what was happening with Sam and th
Samantha The day went by slowly. Alex sent me a golden gown to wear for the party, but I wanted to wear the aqua green dress Mason got me. I was torn. Mason took me to Elisabeth's salon in town for her to work her magic on me again. While he drove to town, I decided to discuss the dress issue with him. "Mason, I have a slight issue," I began. "What is it?" he asked, and I could hear the concern in his voice. "It's about the dress," I continued. "Let me guess, you don't like it?" he cut in, and I shook my head. "No, no. The opposite. I love it." I told him, 'It's just that Alex sent me a dress this morning, and he expects me to wear it fo
Alex Two weeks had passed since Sam's twenty-first birthday. The pack was becoming agitated because they hadn't met her wolf. I had whisked her away from her party to buy us time, but apparently, it wasn't enough. I wondered why Sam was unable to shift. She had transformed a couple of times when she was nineteen. I now strongly believed she had damaged her wolf when she did what she did to me, so I could survive the fight with Raphael. I went to see my father explain matters to him. I knew he would be mad at me for not telling him what happened. I had no choice now. Keeping secrets wouldn't help our situation, so I told my father about Sam's wolf and the problem we were now facing. "Why didn't you tell me this back then?" he asked angrily. " Sam didn't want anyone to know her wolf was