The Foxes Legacy

Brelles’ POV The air was thick with humidity as I walked up the hill to our school’s sports field. I could hear the roar of the parents and fellow students in the bleachers. I had my strawberry blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail and I was stretching out my arms as we made our way to the field. The white jersey I had on was nice now, but I’m sure it was going to be covered in grass stains by the time this game was over. I was the only non-senior on the varsity soccer team and seeing as our season starts in August, before the school year even starts, I am still a sophomore for now anyway. A lot of the team only thinks I even made the varsity team because I’m next in line to be alpha. Truth be told, I have worked my ass off to be here. My two brothers were varsity as freshmen, but no one has anything to say about that. I looked up into the stands as I took my spot on the sidelines. My mother and sister are sitting front and center. Mercy gave me the finger with a wink. Mom smacks her hand down and Mercy just sticks the other one up. I try to hide my laugh, but mom catches it and throws her hands up in the air, showing her defeat. It’s nice to see them in the front row but the one I’m looking for is nowhere to be seen. Mercy catches it and points up toward the top of the bleachers. I followed her directions and looked up at the announcer's box. Sure, enough dad is standing with the mic in his hand. He gave a wave. Soccer has always been my dad’s favorite sport. We all grew up doing this sport. My sister is the only one that did away with the sport. My mom says, out of all the kids, the only one that has any of her genes is Mercy. Which is insane because Mercy can’t even shift into a Fox. Honestly, the one that is probably most like our mom is Winston, but she says Mercy is all her. Dad always makes a comment about them trying again for more like her and mom usually throws things at him. She is only thirty-five. She could have had more children, but from the way aunt cookie tells it, mom was not a happy pregnant person. I look back at the field as the anthem plays. The whistle blows and the refs take the field. Uncle Ben pulls my ponytail as I run on the field. I look forward to it every game. I like having him ref our games. He makes every game a challenge. Any time I get fouled he will tell me to get up and stop being a girl. It makes me play that much harder. The right wing is my home. I can run up and down this field all day. I also have a killer left foot, so if our strikers don’t have a shot, I get to push up. The whistle blows and we are off. We are just about done with the first half and me and the other team's midfielders have been battling all game. She is a ball hog instead of passing the ball to her wingers or to the strikers. She is running into all the different positions on the field just trying to get a goal. Which is why we are up four to two. I knew we only had about thirty seconds left, so I boxed her in along the line trying to force the ball out. Whistle blows and that’s half. As I turned to walk off the field, this girl shoved me in the back. I wasn’t ready for it, so I stumbled and tripped. “Walk away blondie.” Uncle Ben coaches, “Yeah, run away little girl.” The midfielder says. I got up and walked back to my bench. One of the downsides of being the next alpha is that I must do my best to never lose my cool. Plus being the daughter of a Fox. I am the only one of my parents’ kids that can shift to both a Fox and Wolf. I also have my mother’s talents. I could mess with this girl's emotions right now and she’d be a crying mess on the field right now. Unfortunately, I respect my mom too much to do that. My mom has done so much with this pack. People look up to her and they trust her never to use her powers to mess with the people around her. She made us all understand from a young age that changing things for our own personal gain was wrong. I drink my water and listen as the coach explains our next move. Taylor, one of the seniors, bumps my hip and tilts her head towards the fence of the field. Jace, my aunt Cookies' son and my brother Joey are yelling my name and have Winston in a head lock. I laugh at the idea. I get it, the three of them think I should fight the girl, but I can feel my mother's eyes on me from the stands and I dare not move. Uncle Ben is standing against the fence talking with Chandler. His gray eyes meet mine and he gives me one of his cocky smiles. Chanler is uncle Bens' first son and my on-again-off-again boyfriend. The boy is tall and towers over his dad. His family's role is gamma but he has Beta blood. His body is proof of that. He is jacked and built like a brick house. He plays hockey and his looks match that perfectly. He has his mother's witch blood but he doesn't use it. He has always given that dark, mysterious vibe. My mother says we are fated to be mates but, unfortunately, because of my wolf DNA, I don't feel the full weight of the mate bond till I turn eighteen, we think. I get some pull of the mate bond now and then, but it's not strong enough to control my life yet. Chandler doesn't feel any of the mate bond till he is eighteen, and he is six months younger than me. Hence, the reason why we are on and off again. Right now we are off. He wants to focus on himself. He thinks having a girlfriend right now is too distracting. Uncle Ben blows the whistle, walking away from his son, and we go back on the field. No one understands just how fast forty-five minutes is. The same midfielder from before is taunting me. She wants me to foul her. I was holding it together well till she called me a freak of nature. We were both running up the side of the field. I was in front of her. Talyor had the ball. We were on a break away, which is why I was trucking it down the side of the field. Then she lost the ball. The other team chipped the ball right to this pain in the ass midfielder. Only I was in front of her, but not by much. I kicked my leg up in the air. I just toed the ball back to Taylor. Only the pain in the ass midfielder couldn’t stop in time and ran full force into my leg. If I was any other wolf, she probably would have broken my leg. Let’s face it, I’m not just any other wolf. So, when she hit me, I used her momentum to sweep the lower half of her body and flip her right over my leg. She landed flat on her back. She was gasping like a fish out of water. The wind knocked right out of her. I stood over her and yelled “while you’re down there” and winked at her. The hit was clean. I got the ball first. She made contact with me first after I had the touch on the ball. I just finished it. No foul on my end. If anything, it would be a foul on them, but I know Uncle Ben won't call it just because it's me. The other team's coach was yelling at the refs as the play continued. Taylor took the shitty ball I was able to just toe her and ran it in for another goal. She ran back to me and jumped on my back as we celebrated the goal. The poor midfielder still with the wind knocked out of her. Coach yelled for the two-minute warning. We line back off to kick off. The ball is played down the sideline. Taylor blocked a cross shot and passed me the ball. I am taking it up the right, wide open. I pass the bitchy midfielder on the sidelines and wave as I go by. I could hear my brothers and Jace screaming as I went by. I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off my face. The three defenders set up for me to take a right-footed shot. They have the whole left side of the goal covered for where my strikers are. The goalie screamed for them to step up. I see the shot though. I planted my right foot and struck with my left. Hitting the upper right corner. That was my sweet spot. The refs blow the final whistle, and the team goes nuts. We shook hands with the other team winning six to two when the winded midfielder came up to me and I felt her intentions change. Her fist jetted out towards my face and I sidestepped the punch, sliding behind her and putting her in a head lock. The teams go nuts and we have a mosh pit of fighting bodies on the field. I looked up in the stands again. My brothers are going nuts loving the fight and my mother must hold Mercy back from trying to throw herself over the fence. I looked up at the top of the bleachers and my dad’s glowing blue eyes could be seen from a mile away. Wolfs are showing their necks as he walks by. I looked at Winston begging for help. I can handle changing a few emotions here and there, but with a crowd this big I’d pass out trying to do this. Winston is almost all fox, like my mom. He has more range and more control over this type of magic than me. I felt his magic wash over us and the midfielder relaxed in my arms. The teams around me separated and shook hands. I let the girl go and she apologized and shook my hand. I looked at Winston and thanked him. He mouthed back “you owe me”. Chandler threw his hand up in the air waving as he left. No good game, no congrats. I watched as a group of first-year girls puffed their chests out as he walked by and I laughed. Little did they know he was an ass man. When Chandler didn't give them the time of day, they made their way over to my brothers and Jace. I felt the growl raise in my chest. This is a great start to junior year.