Wild Heart

Chapter 2: Alpha

Quinn’s POV

It’s been 12 years since my parents were killed in a rogue attack. My grandparents were away visiting other packs when it happened. When Aunty Bee took me into the house that day I remember feeling so anxious that my mom when back outside to find my dad. I remember the moment Aunty Bee cried out and fell to her knees while tears spilled from her eyes. Not long later she cried out again. I didn’t know at the time that what she was feeling and was causing her pain was when my father fell and then when my mother fell as well.

As wolves we have a bond that connects the whole pack and that bond is centred with the alpha and Luna. We receive our wolves from the moon goddess at the age of 13 and shift for the first time at the age of 16. Without my wolf I would not have felt the bond yet so I couldn’t have known when the bond to my parents severed but Aunt Bee could. She looked up at me with such sadness in her eyes and pulled me into her arms. I couldn’t understand why she kept telling me that she was so very sorry. Uncle Cal came inside not much longer with a man I had not met before. They went to dads office and called my grandparents to tell them what happened. My grandparents came home the next day and came to my room on the top floor of the pack house. They explained to me that my parents had passed away. They told me that my parents went back to the spirit world to join the moon goddess when we were attacked by rogue wolves.

We held the funeral the next day. We do not burry our dead but rather send them back to the moon goddess by burning them on a funeral pyre. As an honour to all the fallen wolves from the battle they were all placed upon the same pure as the late Alpha and Luna. The families of the fallen wolves placed flowers upon the bodies of their loved ones and then the flame is light. I was the first to place my offerings upon my parents as I was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna. I placed a bouquet of lilacs, lavender and honeysuckle upon my parents and my grandmother took my hand in hers and walked my back to stand between her and my grandfather. He placed his hand upon my shoulder and I felt him shake as he cried silent tears for his only son.

After my offering was placed the other families placed their wildflowers upon their dead and the flame was light to send them to the goddess. My grandmother took my face into her hands and held me in place looking at her before the flames could touch my parents and I remember the absolute heartbreak in her eyes as tears spilled from them. My grandfather made a speech thanking the men and women who passed protecting the pack and how they will never be forgotten.

The days following the funeral were a blur of my grandparents resuming the roles of Alpha and Luna and peoples hushed conversations when they noticed me near by. That week my grandparents brought me into my fathers office, although I suppose it was my grandfathers office again. They sat me down and explained to me that I was going to be starting my training the next week as they needed me ready to take over as soon as I was old enough. They had already retired and they wanted to pass the title down to me as soon as possible. I didn’t understand what they meant at the time as I was not aware of any training needed for the daughter of an Alpha. I soon found out they meant training to become the next and first female Alpha of the Wild Heart pack.

Since that time I have trained every day starting at 5:30 am and training in sparing and endurance and schooling, then in the evenings I was trained on the duties of the future Alpha. As I got older my training would become more intense. When I got my wolf at 13 I was trained to be on patrol. My training would start at 5:30 and I would run a round of patrol with the morning shift. I’d then go to school until 3:30 and come home to and early supper. After supper I ran drills with the rest of the young wolves in training. Training for all wolves starts at 13 and they train in the fields behind the pack house. At 16 after I shifted for the first time I joined the evening patrol until midnight.

After years of training, I became the top warrior in my pack. After me there are two others. We are best friends and when I become Alpha I will name them Beta and Gamma. First there is my Beta Caleb Barkman jr. the eldest son of my fathers Beta. He’s 6’3” and the spitting image of his father with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. Almost a carbon copy. He was there the day of the rogue attack, he was 9 at the time and he doesn’t remember much of that day but when Aunt Bee took me into the house Caleb was there and he has been by my side or not far away every day since. He thinks it’s his duty to protect me. When I was younger it was that attitude that made me fall madly in love with him. I hoped so badly that he would be my mate but sadly three years ago when he turned 18 he knew he was not my mate. He is still my best friend d and he still thinks it’s his duty to protect me.

After him is my Gamma Venessa Rose. She is stunning at 5’8” with long toned legs and rich auburn hair and vivid green eyes. Her parents joined our pack when their own pack was attacked by rogues and they were left with nowhere to go. She is a very skilled warrior and pushes herself to keep the the spot above Caleb as top warrior under myself.

I myself am 5’9” with deep brown hair and bright blue eyes. I am currently having my hair pulled and curled and you name it. My grandmother has been planning my Alpha ceremony for months and today is the lucky day. It also happens to be my 18th birthday. Now that I am a full adult wolf, and old enough to sense my mate I am taking over the role of Alpha.

I would have rather left my hair down and let my natural curls do what they will but I made a concession with my grandmother that I would let her get a stylist for my hair so long as I kept control of my makeup and dress choice. She grudgingly agreed. Once my stylists were done I dismissed them to go get themselves ready for the ceremony while I did my makeup.

I’ve never been one for a lot of makeup and thankfully for my mothers genetics I have a smooth even complexion so I’ve no need for foundation or concealer, not that I would even n ow where to start with applying it. I simply put on a smooth liquid liner for a sultry cat eye and apply some mascara to my lashes. I did t really need the mascara since my bright blue eyes were framed by thick long lashes. My high cheekbones got a small amount of shimmery highlighter and I put some clear gloss on my full lips. That’s all.

I went to my large walk in closet and chose a lacy dark grey thong that sits at the top of my hips framing my round ass. I did not take the matching bra as my dress does not allow for one. I slipped my burgundy dress on and the flowy silk skirts settled down around my feet on the floor. There is a large slit up the side that stops just above my hip. The top three inches of the slit has a dark grey lacy layer that allows for some movement without showing the world my underwear. The top of the dress is a halter that wraps around my neck, ties in the back and has silver and sparkly fake diamond frosting that drapes down the open back. The back dips down to the top of my ass showing my whole back. The front sags down in a deep dip that shows off just the right amount of cleavage from my supple chest. I chose a slight heeled Greek styled sandals that wraps up around my legs up to the knee.

I looked at the results in the mirror and almost laughed. My hair is in a half up-do that has a messy bun on the top and my curls left to do their own thing on the bottom allowing for my hair to flow down and cover half of my back. For all that prodding and pulling and product the only thing that is really different is the messy bun on the top. It covers my tattoo at the base of my neck of lavender and honeysuckle. My fingers absentmindedly trailed across the tattoo and I look at myself. I looked so much like my mother it was like having her here with me. Except my eyes. Looking into them was like looking into my fathers eyes. The same bright blue. My wolf surfaced and my eyes changed to a turquoise. They would be so proud of you Quinn. My wolf Freya said to me through our link. Thanks Fray. I hope so. I replied.