I remember my mom telling me a story about the spirit wolf. A beautiful ethereal creature with the soft dark almost black translucent fur during the New Moon and glowing silver fur during the Full Moon, with gentle yet powerful ocean deep blue eyes. Just looking at him makes you gasp out of breath and bow in respect. His aura is strong enough to intimidate any enemy making them submit without a fight. She always described the wolf as a strong Alpha who will lead us, werewolves to glory, the Alpha who will always protect us from in this twisted world where we are slowly losing our place and being slaughter like animals. The Alpha, who will unite wolves, those in packs and rogues, and lead us under his leadership. *** As a kid, I believed those stories my mom created. I desperately wished to be that wolf. I wished when I reach my sixteenth birthday I will have a spirit wolf. I will be the most powerful wolf that ever lived and protect my people. I will be the one to lead and protect us all, protect our people and lands. I learned the hard way that it was just a story for the kids. I learned the hard way that there is no possibility of the packs union. I learned that the rogues won't be able to live in a community with other wolves. I learned that they were just bedtime stories, my mom made up to put me sleep. I learned that the day when I lost my parents, my lovely mother, and a strong father with half of the pack.
I left Calen in the room and was heading out of the room. "You are going to leave me just like this?" He called after me when I turned around the corner and was heading straight to the hospital. "What do you want?" I said trying to make my voice sound more teasingly. I heard a low growl from the room. Honestly, the moment I turned around the corner I was waiting for him there leaning on the wall because I already knew that he would not let me leave without kissing me or at least taking one deep breath of my scent. Just as I was about to turn and go back into the room his big figure cornered me on the wall with both hands on each side of my head. "You were leaving without any kiss or hug princess?" He asked me with his deep husky voice. I could feel the air buzzing around from the tension and lust but I tried to ignore it as much as possible. Since our first night, I could not get enough of him, and simply his scent and warm present make my body crave for him.
It was the first half an hour of a new year. Everyone was home celebrating except for one single woman who travelled in the middle of the night pushing her horse through the deserted area. This night was very special and except this strange woman, no one else knew about how much special it was. The horse was running at his maximum pace and already compare to any ordinary horses he was extremely fast. The woman lifted her head looking up at the moon anxiously and nervously, this single motion caused that the cape covering her head fell back freeing her long silvery-white hair leaving them to flatter behind her as the veil. She welcomed the cold air wheezing around her ears cooling her face trying the sweat that was covering her forehead. The night was warm and being deeper in the southern area without any snow or ice. She closed her eyes for a second before turning her tired eyes back up to the moon. 'It will not take much longer' she thought for herself before putting her cape back leaning closer to the horse mane starting quiet incantation directly into his ear. In less than an hour, the moon will be perfectly synchronised with the sun and a planet. One perfect line. Thanks to this event the moon was slowly changing it's colour to red and its power were gradually increasing the closer they were to their positions. She leaned even closer to horse's neck, almost lying down on his back as he was pushing more into his speed. If there would be someone able to see them, he would be definitely scared or maybe surprised by their unnatural speed. She kept chanting all the time now to increase the speed even more. She needs to arrive at her destination before the moon reaches its position. Before the red moon reaches its peak. The Red Full Moon is happening once in a few generations or one could say once in a millennium and she can't afford to miss it, to be late. She has to hurry if she wants to make it on time. The horse reached his maximum speed and his hooves are barely touching the ground. One would say he was flying right above it.
As usual, Andrew passed us without even saying hi to his sister and I could not help but turn around to him from behind. His scent was light as fresh air in the forest after the rain. It was an amazing scent of freedom and the promise of a full life but every single time he passed us like this it also left a deep sadness and pain inside my heart from the disregard and not even recognizing that I am here. “Can you stop drooling over my brother? It’s disgusting firstly and secondly he is a sheep.” I heard Kendra’s voice as she was pulling me back to face her. “But he is a good-looking sheep,” I replied to her dreamily. “Is the only thing you care about what he looks like? Believe me, if his personality was at least half as good as his looks he would be an amazing brother.” I could hear the disapproval in her voice as she was talking and describing her brother. “Why can't you stand him? Or at least talk to him like normal siblings. I could get closer to him.” I started whining and complaining as Kendra ignored me and pulled me towards our next class. “Stop dreaming about someone like him. He is just a perfect sheep in this broken world and always will be. We are meant for something bigger.” I heard her say before we slipped into the class and took our places. I could not argue with her about this nor did I want to. Deep inside I had the same feeling, believing that there must be something more. Something more meaningful in this life than just serving those arrogant dragons. *** Being a human in my world is not something you should be proud of. From the four races we are the weakest ones without any powers or magic. Being born with red blood is more like a curse than a blessing and nothing can change this view of mine, not even my loving mom who did her best to make me accept my fate of being simply a human. I was not born to be a servant. I was not born to be weak. ***
“Who are you?” I heard Tamara’s voice behind me when I was filling the cup with the coffee. I turned around confused by her question. “What do you mean who am I? I am Rei, your friend Tamara.” I replied to her but she made a step back and seconds after I heard several footsteps closing to us. “How do you know my name? And how did you get here?” She asked me and I didn’t understand what was going on. “Are you alright?” Zack asked her, pulling her right behind him to protect her. I shook my head in disbelief hoping that this was just another nightmare which I had a few times since we came back and I tried to wake myself up. “Who are you?” Zack asked me strongly with a hidden threat in his voice. “Zack, stop joking. This is not funny.” I said pretending to be alright but deep inside I started to have a strange feeling that something was terribly wrong. I really wished I could just wake up because this was weird. “What is going on?” I heard Calen’s voice. He joined them seconds after looking right at me. I tried to mind-link with him but I could not reach his mind. “Stop that.” He ordered me with his Alpha tone but it did not affect me. My wolf was stronger than his which he already knew so I don’t know why he tried to control me like this.