The Alpha Within

Chapter 1

(Alexandria – 10 years old) 

“Father? Where are we going?” I asked, he whom held a worrisome look as we drove through the outskirts of our lands, the creases in his forehead becoming deeper. His eyebrows furrowing as soon as I finished my question. 

He turned and smiled at me, all signs of worry buried away, “Sweetheart, Alex, we're going to meet a very old friend of mine, Auntie Evangeline, she's a white witch. She'll help us, you'll see.” 

I was excited to be out of the packhouse and to be out of the packlands. I looked out the window wondering who my auntie was related to, as the trees rushed by us. Occasionally a fox or a bird would scurry away and into the woods. 

 Mothers' family had not contacted us since my birth and consequently her death. So, it couldn’t be on her side of the family. 

Father raised me on his own training me to be the next Alpha of our pack. But I was born female and women cannot become Grand Alphas, leaders of all the werewolves in North America. “There are old rules that cannot be broken,” father would often say when I asked him why. He prided himself with his long line of Grand Alphas and would not be giving the title of Grand Alpha to someone not of pure Alpha blood, which is rare enough. Father is a proud man and always tells me I should be proud of who I am, a true Alpha, an Alpha among Alphas.  

Thinking back on those conversations was tiring, I hadn’t realized when I had fallen asleep.  

A sudden shake woke me, the window sticking to my cheek as I was pulled from my slumber. 

“We’re here.” 

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, adjusting them to the moonlight.  

He held his hand out to me as I slid over to get out of our SUV, giving a small nod to the driver, his Beta and right-hand man, Albert. 

I landed on a stepping stone, following them up towards a quaint cottage with flowers and herbs surrounding it. Vines crawled all around the home. Planters hanging from the edges of the roof, I was enthralled. Everything around me was so serene, a calm and warm feeling filled and replaced my anxiety. As my eyes landed at the front door. It made from the bark of a tree, across it were words and writings I couldn’t read or understand, Father pulled at my hand. I tried to study the lettering, when suddenly the door abruptly opened. 

Behind, a small woman peered at us. Silver long hair, braided into long intricate designs lining the length of it, butterfly hair jewelry sparkling and their wings flapping. Fresh leaves and flowers littered through it.   

She glanced at my father a look of recognition washing over her face.  

She then turned to me and kneeled to my height. I notice her clear and striking sky-blue eyes only complimented her midnight skin that was glistening against the moonlight. Bright white tattoos lining and weaving her entire skins surface, making her even more majestic and ethereal to me.