Sleeping beasty

Bad timings

Jackson

A deeply troubling incident has occurred within our pack; the daughter of the omega has been assaulted by the heir of the Winds Pack. This has incited outrage among all of us. Upon learning of this heinous act, I dispatched a letter to the Winds Pack, warning them to prepare for war and to face the repercussions of their actions. Although Alpha Sebastian responded with a letter of appeal, it was insufficient.

"Is everyone prepared?" I inquired of my beta, Aaron. He met my gaze with a fierce intensity. "As always, Alpha, give the command, and we shall advance." I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes; when I reopened them, darkness enveloped me. "We will unleash chaos upon those who deserve it; we will proceed according to our strategy."

My warriors and I sprang into action. I instructed Aaron to take the eastern flank while I would lead the west, ensuring that those responsible would have no opportunity to flee. I guided my troops, utilizing magic to mask our scent. Not all werewolves possess magical abilities, but I do, which provides us with a significant advantage. From a young age, I have been vibrant and full of energy, stronger than my contemporaries, and the neighboring packs have always regarded me with fear—except for that foolish pup who believed he could harm one of ours without facing consequences.

Aaron

Upon learning of the incident involving Gabriella, I was deeply affected. At merely sixteen years of age, she had recently acquired her wolf but had yet to discover her mate. Despite her sweet nature, the trauma she experienced led her to isolate herself in her room, overwhelmed by feelings of shame. Jackson had reassured her that the situation was not her fault, yet it is difficult to absolve her of the burden she feels.

As I detected a scent, I promptly signaled to the others to remain composed. I cautiously approached a young girl in her late teens who was sleeping in the woods, seemingly oblivious to the presence of snakes and mosquitoes. I was astonished that someone could find rest on the damp grass and leaves beneath her. I quickly gestured for Davis to join me, and we used a stick to gently rouse her. She stirred, and I growled, "Get up, you foolish one." It was evident that we had indeed encountered a member of the Winds pack.

When my father informed me of the situation and the imminent threat posed by the black killers pack, he promptly rose and made his way to the pack house. As the beta, it was clear that preparations were underway for the impending confrontation.

Meanwhile, my sister was already gathering her belongings to relocate to the white pack, my mother's original home. My mother approached me and urged, "You should also prepare your things. Both you and your sister need to go to my mother's place. I suspect the black killers pack has already stationed a spy within our ranks to monitor our movements, so you and your sister must take a shortcut through the woods." I nodded in agreement and proceeded to my room to pack. After taking a shower, brushing my teeth and hair, I dressed in faded blue jeans and a brown top, complemented by white sneakers, before heading downstairs to join my sister. It promised to be a long day ahead.

My mother chose not to accompany us, preferring to remain close to my father. Given that we were under surveillance, we could not use a vehicle. As Sophie and I walked silently through the woods, I began to feel drowsy. Oh, moon goddess, not again; the timing could not be worse.

I had contemplated joining the warriors, but I feared that I might succumb to sleep during a fight and potentially face dire consequences. Now, as I resolved to escape, the fatigue overwhelmed me, and I collapsed to the ground. The last thing I heard before drifting into slumber was my sister's mocking laughter, "Oh, you're so gonna die." I was aware of her disdain for me, but honestly, I wished she would just be quiet.