Finding My Alpha

The Offensive Love Story

“What do you mean you stole those wolves?” Haylee asked warily.

“I’m not sure what better word to use, but please understand, we never took anyone against their will. They were always given the choice to accept or reject their mate. Ahroun wolves always have a true mate, it’s a blessing the moon goddess bestowed on us as her favored children. The reason the Ahroun pack has spent their entire existence as nomads is because we travel from territory to territory across the world in search of true mates. Those that accepted not only had to leave their current pack, but also had to become one of ours,” I explained.

“I don’t understand.”

“As the story goes the moon goddess or as Lycas called her, Selene, performed a dance for her beloved that allowed him to ascend to the heavens as a demigod. We called it the goddess warrior dance. In order for the ascension to succeed she had to share a part of herself with him and he a part of himself with her. Selene cut several large locks of hair from her head and braided them into Lycas’ fur. This act caused him to shift into the form of a man and shed his white fur. He gathered his fur and created a cloak for Selene. 

Once the cloak was secured around her shoulders, Selene danced for the higher gods and goddesses, beseeching them to allow her love admittance. A flash of lightning struck Lycas down and Selene feared that her request was rejected, but Lycas arose in the form of a giant white wolf. Selene wrapped her arms around the wolf’s large neck and hugged him tightly. He shifted back into the form of man and bit deep into the crook of her neck, marking her as his and she did the same. 

When we find our true mate and they belong to another pack, there is a three month long ceremony that takes place between the pair once they’ve accepted to come with us. We follow in the same footsteps as Lycas and Selene. Over the course of the three months, fur is collected from both parties, the male’s fur is turned into a dress-like cloak and the female's fur is fashioned into a vest and kilt. The female, whether she is Ahroun or not, performs the goddess warrior dance and once the pair have marked each other the non-Ahroun werewolf transforms into an Ahroun werewolf. Since Casey isn’t my true mate, he will not turn into an Ahroun werewolf.”

“I’m so fascinated right now I feel like I’m being lied to. That cannot be real! Y’all cannot be the direct descendants of the moon goddess and Lycas Ahroun, there’s no possible way!” Haylee accused.

“Why would we lie about this?” Annie asked, clearly insulted.

“How do you know any of this is actually true to begin with? It’s just a story passed down by your elders. How do you know they didn’t make s**t up to make Ahroun werewolves seem to be superior to everyone else?”

“We never said we were superior, I said we were favored. And you know there is truth in my words, I speak from the memories that have been passed down to me,” I said in an attempt to correct her.

“Clearly not favored enough for your pack to end up the way it did? Tell me this, how is it the oh so favored Ahroun’s were only a few hundred strong when you’ve been traveling the world kidnapping werewolves from other packs all your lives?” Haylee spat.

It was obvious that our story had offended her. I couldn’t understand how or why, but her words cut deep. Annie and I had very few friends, but I knew that a real friend shouldn’t act this way. I looked over at Annie and found that her right eye was shifting through an array of colors. She was always the more sensitive one out of the two of us, so if Haylee’s words had cut me deep then Annie had to feel as if her limbs were being severed.

“Do you think we asked for this? Do you think we wanted to be their descendants? Do you think we wanted to travel around the f*****g world gathering wolves from other packs to refill our beaten ranks? We were a pack of warriors the same as Lycas! Since the day the first of us were born we have fought the veratus, some of us side by side with the Canidae! Our ranks were so low because with every veratus battle we lost someone, many someone’s. Lives that could not be replaced. 

We traveled, we fought, we died then repeated for centuries! We didn’t seek alliances because our way of life was too dangerous, me and Nettie being that last two Ahroun werewolves is proof of that! We are strong, we regenerate, but we are not immortal. We shared this with you because we thought you could be trusted, we thought you were our friend. But if this is going to be your attitude towards us then, please, the door is that way,” Annie all but shouted.