Zelena.
When I woke in the morning, the bed was empty. I reached out my hand and felt the space beside me, it was cold. Gunner has been gone for a while. Panic set in immediately. He couldn’t have left without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t do that, at least I don’t believe he would. I pulled on a pair of shorts and one of Gunner’s t-shirts and raced downstairs. I checked his office first, nothing. Then I checked the hall and the library, again nothing. I pushed open the kitchen door and found Nat sitting at the bench, playing absentmindedly with her bowl of cereal.
“Have you seen Gunner?” I asked her as I stepped up beside her, but she didn’t respond.
“Nat, have you seen Gunner this morning?” I asked again, but still got no response. What the fuck is her problem? What have I done to warrant being ignored. I hit her on the shoulder with the back of my hand and she jumped and squealed, dropping her spoon and spinning around to glare at me,
“What the fuck
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