The Queen of Werewolves

The Silver Pack was whispered about in hushed tones across the globe. Known as the most formidable force in existence, their true strength remained a mystery that no one dared to uncover. They commanded absolute respect, and none were foolish enough to challenge their dominance. At the heart of this power were Alpha Dorlus and Luna Delinda, who ruled not with fear, but with a rare blend of love and unwavering justice. ​One fateful night, while the pack was shrouded in slumber, the Alpha joined the sentries at the portal to ensure the borders remained secure. A sudden rustle in the dense woods caught his attention. He ventured into the shadows, his senses alert. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted a small, pink bundle nestled against the cold earth. ​He shifted back into his human form, approaching the blanket with guarded curiosity. "It looks like a baby girl," his wolf, Ralph, rumbled in his mind. "It is," Dorlus replied silently, scanning the dark treeline. "But who would leave a child here alone?" ​Before he could investigate further, a voice—ethereal and commanding—echoed through the clearing. “Hold her... save her.” ​Startled, Dorlus summoned his Beta via their mind-link. "Dromon, take the private squad and search this entire sector. Report every finding to me immediately." "Yes, Alpha," Dromon replied, his presence vanishing into the trees. ​As silence returned, Dorlus felt a strange, magnetic connection to the infant. “Please, protect her,” the voice whispered again. "Who are you? Reveal yourself!" Dorlus demanded. “You will know everything when the time is right. Goodbye, Alpha.” ​The voice faded, leaving Dorlus with a thousand questions and a heavy weight in his chest. "What are you planning to do with her?" Ralph asked, his tone skeptical. "I’m taking her home," Dorlus said, looking down at the sleeping child. "Are you serious? We can't trust everyone, Dorlus!" "I know, Ralph. But did you hear that voice? Something tells me she is our responsibility now." Ralph grumbled and retreated to the back of Dorlus's mind, clearly unsettled. ​Inside the pack house, the scent of fresh apple pie filled the air. Dorlus followed the aroma to the kitchen, where Delinda stood by the oven. "You're back early, honey," she said with a warm smile. "And I see you've smelled your favorite treat." "I’m starving," Dorlus admitted, though his eyes were fixed on the bundle in his arms. Delinda’s smile softened into curiosity. "What are you holding?" ​"I was thinking... perhaps we could adopt this little one," he said softly, peeling back the blanket. "I found her in the forest. Something within me says she belongs with us." ​Delinda moved closer, her eyes shimmering with instant affection. "Oh, she’s precious. Does she have a name?" "Not yet. I thought we could choose one together." Delinda reached out to touch the baby's cheek. "We have our son, Joey, but I’ve always dreamed of a daughter. If we are to bring her into our family... what do you think of Morgana?" "It’s a beautiful name, my love," Dorlus whispered. ​Seventeen Years Later ​Morgana stood by her window, her long blonde hair catching the light as she watched the younger pups playing below. "Morgana, sweetie, it's time to go," Delinda said, entering the room. She paused, seeing her daughter still in her loungewear. "Why aren't you ready yet?" ​"Mom, you know I hate going out there," Morgana sighed. "I know you're worried because your wolf hasn't surfaced yet," Delinda said, pulling her into a hug. "But don't let their whispers bring you down. I believe you have a power far more special than they can imagine. It just needs time." ​Later, at the mall, the whispers were impossible to ignore. “Is she even one of us?” “A Luna’s daughter with no wolf? How pathetic.” ​Morgana felt a lump in her throat. What if they're right? she thought. What if I’m just... human? Would Mom and Dad still want me? A warm hand squeezed hers. "Where did your mind go, honey?" Delinda asked, her eyes full of concern. "I'm here, Mom. Just thinking." "I know what you're thinking," Delinda whispered, hugging her tight. "We can't close their mouths, but we can ignore them. You are stronger than all of them combined. Your mommy believes in you." ​When they returned home, Morgana saw her father and her brother, Joey, talking to a tall, handsome man. Marcus. Her heart did a familiar somersault. She had been harboring a crush on him since she was ten years old. ​"My princess, come here!" her father called out. "Hi everyone," Morgana mumbled, her face flushing as she avoided Marcus's gaze. She quickly retreated to her room, unable to trust her own voice. ​Later that night, a knock sounded on her door. Joey walked in, his expression guarded. "Is everything okay, Mori? Mom told me about the mall." "I'm fine, Joey," she lied, forcing a smile. "Are you sure?" He locked eyes with her, a tactic she could never resist. The wall crumbled. "What if my wolf never shows up, Joey? What will I do?" ​Joey’s eyes flashed red—a sign of his inner wolf's fury at those who hurt his sister. "Those idiots need a lesson they won't forget." "Please, Joey, don't," she pleaded, holding his hand. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad how much it's affecting me." He sighed, kissing her forehead. "I won't. Sleep now, Mori. Sweet dreams." ​As he left, Morgana lay in the dark, wondering if her eighteenth birthday would be the beginning of her life—or the end of it.