Storm

Stephan

Stephan’s Perspective

When I woke up this morning, nothing felt out of place. I had no clue today was the day. Looking back, I should have showered when I got back from training. I definitely should have shaved. I sensed her as soon as she stepped into Rosmarus, my body froze, and I forgot what I was doing. She smelled strongly of oranges with a hint of caramel. I had to get through my day, but as soon as I was done with trainings and my father, Alpha Axyl’s, dinner party, I was set on finding her.

It's just a little past midnight, unfortunately my father’s dinner party ran long. A Fae girl had been taken by humans and there was a meeting about how to free her. I would leave in five days to assist. I was my father’s best fighter, I had to be, he started my training from the moment I could walk. I walk towards the apartments owned by the Territories highest ranked advisors. The scent of my Chosen is coming from a clearing behind the buildings but the door to the unit furthest to the left is open. I walk towards there to find a woman cleaning broken glass. She smells like she’s been near my Chosen, but she is not her.

“Can I help you?” She asks smugly without turning around.

“My Chosen is here; I smell her all over you. Who are you and where is she?” I ask, probably sounding rude, I don’t care, she should be cowering to me.

“Probably Storm, she just shifted for the first time, she’ll be back.” She says, turning around, finally seeing who she was talking to. She remains unbothered, like she doesn’t care that I’ll be her Alpha soon.

“Who are you?” I repeat. She smells like a fox, which explains the attitude.

“Anari, if you’re Storms Chosen, I’m your sister-in-law, Alpha.” She finally acknowledges who I am, the fact that she doesn’t care bothers me in a way I can’t describe. She’s smug, knowing I can’t do anything about her attitude.

I hear a crashing coming through the forest, the scent gets stronger as a small girl emerges. She doesn’t look like one of us, she’s pale, short, she doesn’t look very muscular. I can’t break my eyes away from her though. My wolf is going insane, telling me to go to her.

She’s right there why aren’t you going to her?

I don’t know the answer, everything in me wants to run at her, but I am frozen in place. She’s beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Even though she looks small and frail, I can tell she’s powerful, she’ll rule with me well, I hope she’ll be okay being Chosen for an Alpha. It’s a large task for any shifter, luckily, I’m strong, she’ll need to be protected.

I step out onto the patio, waiting for her to look my direction. She looks frightened, like a baby deer, ready to run at any second. I watch her sniff around, she has my scent, she just can’t quite place it. She looks around and then we make eye contact. I feel the strongest pull to her, like gravity pulling me to the Earth, something is pulling me to her. She and I step in sync towards each-other, our faces both serious, hers mildly curious.

“Chosen.” We say together, acknowledging what we both already know. There are two wolves behind her, the smell similar enough to her that I determine they aren’t threats. One smells exactly like that fox shifter; it must be her Chosen. The other smells like it could be her relative, perhaps her father.

We meet in the middle of the clearing, I grab her hands, electricity runs through my hands. She is even more beautiful up close, she looks so familiar, like I’ve seen her in a dream. I look her over, she’s naked, beautiful as can be. I love her already.

“You smell amazing.” She whispers, breaking the tense moment.

“So do you,” I laugh, “what’s your name? Or should I just call you Chosen?”

“My name is Storm. You’re an Alpha?” She asks.

“I will be, Alpha Axyl is my father, I’m Stephan.” She’s very casual in how she speaks to me. Girls usually fall all over me, and my own Chosen isn’t phased by who I am. I’m going to like that about her. She has something to offer except talking about how amazing of an Alpha I’ll be.

“If you’re going to be Alpha that means I’ll be-“She trails off.

“Yes, you’ll be Luna, Queen, whatever you want to be called. You’ve got time to get used to it.” I know it can be overwhelming. “Shall we get you dressed, or would you like to remain naked?” I ask, hopeful she’ll pick the latter.

She looks down and for the first time notices she’s not wearing anything. She turns red and tries to cover up.

“Here, take this.” I wrap her in my jacket.

“Thank you.” She says, still looking at her feet. She starts walking towards what I would assume is her room. “I’ll be right back.”