The Beastly Alphas Innocent Fae

chapter three

Three Days Later

They traveled for days, hours upon hours carrying her beloved daughter and times in which they walked hand in hand. It was now into the third day, and the sun was at its peak. Ivy decided it was time for a break. They needed some rest and time to rejuvenate themselves. Also, her daughter needed time to play a little. They were close to their destination, so a break would be fine. Scanning the area, she knew it to be safe.

They were in the forest along the pack border. Amara and Ivy spent some time happily frolicking in the forest. Seeing her daughter starting to tire, Ivy sat herself down on a fallen tree and called her daughter over to her. "Amara darling, we are almost there." She said, and she carefully she laid down the bassinet between the two fallen trees on a bed of fallen leaves. "Beyond this forest edge is the pack lands, so you know the forests are no longer safe unless, in a pack. Luna Rosalie is a dear friend of mine, and she is a"

"Wolfy." Amara said happily, remembering when she had previously heard the term, Luna.

"In a way, yes." Ivy explained. "They are werewolves. They have both a human and wolf form,"

"Wolfy friends?" Amara asked

"Yes, some are." Ivy answered. "If your senses detect the smell of filth and death, do not show yourself." She pleaded. Her daughter nodded immediately, knowing that what her mother was telling her was important. "Promise me?"

"I promise." Amara said sleepily. Ivy gathered her tired girl into her arms and delicately laid her in the handmade bassinet. Next, she grabbed Amara’s handmade doll, to which her sleepy daughter immediately clutched closely as she closed her eyes. Happily, she hummed a beautiful lullaby. An ethereal song as the birds and other nature added to its glory. They stayed like that for some time. As she almost was asleep herself, a foreboding feeling crept upon her.

Quickly realizing what she was sensing, she used her magic to cloak her daughter. Magically, she created a letter and tucked it in the bassinet along with her daughter. Ivy grabbed greenery and long reeds and used them to cover the bassinet between the trees. Quickly, she dashed around, trying to spread her scent. It was a way to hopefully confuse the Rogues. It was not long before she heard Rogues’ menacing growls. Looking to the Rogues and saying a prayer, she took off running.

As she ran, this was her prayer. “Gaia, Aine, Isis, I accept that I might not make it, but I pray and plead to you, protect my darling Amara. Keep her safe and let the right people find her. Let her sleep through the terror, I would not wish her to witness it. “ Ivy cried out as more growls filled the air “Please let my cloak last until it is safe.”

Protecting her young daughter was her sole focus. After losing her mate, she could not lose their daughter, even if it meant she would no longer be around. Ivy would sacrifice herself for her daughter to thrive.

Ivy ran as fast as she could towards the pack borders, in hope if she crossed herself and her daughter would be saved. As a nature fairy, she was a peaceful being that valued all life.

She could use her magic yes; however, she did not put her life in higher standing than those of the Rogues. As she ran, she quickly began to tire due to their extensive travel, and the Rogues began to close the gap between them.

What had begun as two Rogues chasing her was now five. Still, she pushed herself, sharp branches, and thistles pierced her skin as she continued to frantically run towards the border. Suddenly, as she ran her foot landed in a small hole, her ankle twisted, resulting her falling to the ground. Pushing herself up, she saw the rogues approaching swiftly.

Using most of her powers to secure her daughter, she did what she could to slow them down. Suddenly, Ivy found herself surrounded by Rogues, so she called upon her nature powers. They rogue's eyes glitter maliciously and with greed. An instinct was telling her to fight, so she did.

With a graceful flick of the wrists, Ivy summoned the powers of the earth. Vines erupted from the ground , twisting and curling around the Rogues feet in a gentle but firm embrace. The Vines were alive and pulsing as they surrounded the Rogues, slowing them down. Ivy used this to her advantage as she widened the distance between them as she ran closer to the pack borders.