The Alpha Viking

The Island

Freya's POV.

My alarm nearly gave me a heart attack this morning as I tried to force myself up from a heavy slumber. It’s too bloody early at 0430! And I can't quite get that black wolf out of my head. I never even heard of wolves with lights or colors like that! It kind of looked awesome. I walked through my routines more on instinct than anything else, ran through the shower, dried off, skin routine, put my hair in a messy bun; I did not want to brush it. I was too damn tired; lifting my arms and working through my tangled hair seemed like a workout I could do without this morning. After brushing my teeth, I put on a dark blue high waist, slim fitted jeans, and a loose white t-shirt with a V-neck. I squinted at my reflection in the mirror and decided that I didn’t need makeup today either.

I could scent the aroma of percolated coffee beans and breakfast that my mother had got ready for me.

Thank the Goddess for Coffee!

The trip to the airport was like a fuzzy dream, and if it wasn’t for my morning coffee and fresh air, I’m sure I wouldn’t remember how to walk. Not exactly sure I did anyways. Caught up in my own sleep-zombie-brain, I walked straight into those sliding glass doors leading into the airport. Speed walking like I always did; I crashed into them, nose first with a loud bump! My bag fell to the ground, my purse, of course, fell upside down, the most colorful cursing that would make a sailor blush poured out of me while I desperately tried to hold back the tears. If that wasn’t enough, mocking laughter filled my ears.

A group with “ the important kids” had a good time enjoying my pain and pointing out my minor accident for all to hear. The alpha and beta daughters, the rich girls, and boys. In other words, the ones that considered themself better than the rest. I look over and see one is drying away his fake tears, one holding over her nose, and they all nearly fell to the ground laughing and shouting out names from the rest of the pack, making them look over. I really didn’t feel like being the center of attention right now.

A familiar unpleasant feeling came sneaking over me, being the center of attention, ridiculed, mocked, laughed at, and people pointing towards me. A feeling I haven’t had in a very long time, a Déjà vu, is making me shudder.

Flashback

This was supposed to be my big day! The day I’ve been dreaming of, looked forward to. The day I prepared for.

My time to shine! Take in the rest of the pack’s respect and acceptance. A day to be celebrated and enjoyed. A day that gives me butterflies in my stomach and a beaming smile on my face just by thinking of it.

My 16thbirthday was supposed to be the highlight of my youth, the day I could show the real me and officially be welcomed as a full member of the pack. No longer just a pack member’s child, my own person. I should be beaming! Instead, mocking laughter and snickering are ringing in my ears, and the harsh whisper of parents scolding their children for laughing, but at the same time gossiping between themselves. I’m standing all alone, in the middle of the shifting circle and the moon passage is already over. My moment passed, and nothing happened. NOTHING! Tears are burning in my eyes while I clench my fist and grit my teeth. Embarrassment, anger, disappointment, it all rushed to me and filled my whole body in front of everyone. I fight myself, fight my own hurt. I don’t want them to see me break. To see me weaker than I already think I might be. Right now, I was supposed to be leading the run through the forest, feeling the damp grass under my paws for the first time.

Instead, I was captured here; whispers, low laughter, smug comments, disbelief, and shame surrounded me. Building an invisible wall around me. I soaked in all this while dwelling in my own self-pity. My mom and dad came running forward to make matters worse, shielding me like their little baby and bringing me home. Where was my wolf? Ragna? She appeared in my head the day before; why wouldn’t she show herself? Of course, she answered me, but she didn’t have an answer for me. She couldn’t tell me why. I begged. I cursed, and I cried before I resigned. Blocking out my wolf, I blocked out the rest of the world and buried myself under my duvet. For two whole days, I marinated in my own shame and disappointment before I snapped out of it. I’m no weakling! I have fought for my place in this pack! Blood, sweat, and tears.

I’m still Freya! I'm still me! There is no one like me, and there will never be!

I still beat even the grownups in wolf form in sparring and combat training even without a wolf-form! Actually, long before I was supposed to have my wolf. Nothing has changed.

I can easily wipe off those smug smiles.

I don’t need a wolf; I’m me all on my own!

End of flashback

I held my head up high and walked straight to the little group of entitled brats. I stopped head-to-head with the alpha daughter, the ring-leader herself. Without a word, I stared her right in the eyes before I flashed her a bright smile.

“ Mira, how nice to see you found your way out of Brian’s bed this morning to join us. Or is it Marc`s bed this time? Maybe you switched back to Duncan´s? Anyways, glad to see you here, with your panties on this time.”

I arched a brow, staring down at her and challenging her to fight back. Waiting for her to make a move, but other than turning beet red and her eyes bulging with rage. She didn’t even utter a word before she pushed past me. Her entourage followed, with their tail between their legs. Just mumbling and grumbling followed them. I looked around; everyone was very occupied by their own. Some are so pathetic. Like gossip and others, pain and suffering are great entertainment. I huff.

This is actually a beautiful view, blue sky as far as the eye can see, above cotton candy White clouds and with a small glimpse of a miniature world below. I was finally on the plane, shaken off the incident from earlier. My nose already healed, and my pride with it.

"Cat caught your tongue Ragna?”

Ragna has been very quiet since we got on the plane, and she usually never shuts up.

"Nope! This is not natural! If we were supposed to fly, I would have been born with wings, Freya! Wings! I don’t like it one bit!"

"You baby. We can't walk there, you know, and don’t worry, in about 1 hour we will be landing, and then we will be taking the last part on a large ship!"

This year’s location is a big Island, and I look forward to being on the ship!

“And for all, I know you have wings! From now on, I will assume you have feathery wings until you prove me wrong! “

I snickered.

I have never been on the sea in a boat or a ship, for that matter! I think it’s going to be awesome!

Ragna snorts in my head.

"It can’t be worse than dangling above the clouds in a sardine box with wings! Watch out for dangerous glass doors, will you! "

She retreats far back in my mind, curling up for a little nap and grinning at her insult.

Good, then I can enjoy the last of the view in peace.

The 1-hour trip over the sea was a bummer; we had to stay inside and watch through little round windows. But, when we finally made it to shore, it was amazing! Even Ragna was jumping around in my head, squealing and yelping like a little freak.

"Did you see that!? Omg, what’s that smell? Is that a tree? I have never seen a tree like that! What the freaking fruit is that?!"

She sounded more and more like a teenage girl with too many energy drinks in her system, and I'm not sure to laugh at her or get a headache.

But I get it; this place is fantastic, all the smells, growths, climate everything is so different from home. New, exotic, beautiful!

"Do you think, or should I say, do you want to find your mate while we are here?"

Johanna and I were finally sitting on the beach, drying off after a long swim in the breathtaking blue-green clear water.

"Well, I'm not here for that reason, and I won’t search for him; I just want to enjoy this and not think about it."

I know Johanna is dying to find her mate, and Oliver’s already walking around everywhere, sniffing and looking.

I just want to enjoy this, for now, the beautiful sea, beach, nice warm sun, no school, no duties, just chilling with my best friend and letting the sun cuddle my body and the light breeze soothe my skin.

My little break and peace in the sun are ending because Ragna is beginning to really bug me now. She's sniffing, whining, and walking round in circles in my head nonstop!

Maybe we will have our first shift here at the Silver Moon gathering!? It's the full moon tomorrow, so perhaps that helps? Can this finally be our time?

"Omg! Look! It’s a bunch of ships! New arrivals!" Johanna was squealing and showing an abundance of excitement.

"Who do you think it is? Americans? Oh, maybe the Danish! They don’t look like the ship we arrived in. Do you think they have their own ships? Do people really have that?" I could not help but giggle; Johanna was high in energy today. I would not be surprised if she starts jumping up and down.

The ships are moving fast to shore but still far away in the open sea, but we begin to see what they look like. The ships are sunken, they had big sails, and it actually looks like they were rowing. Their ships were gliding fast forward right through the waves, like giant sea creatures.

Oh, fudge! It’s the Vikings; it has to be.

"Johanna, I think that’s the Vikings pack" I could feel my stomach rolling; am I afraid of the Vikings? No, why would I be, we have big ruthless packs in the US too, but all I know about them is almost myth, an old story about an ancient pack, mysterious, scary and exciting at the same time.

"Oooooh! We have to go see when they make it to shore!" Johanna jumps up and starts packing her towel.

Others were thinking the same as we did; hundreds were standing around waiting for the big ships to arrive. In front of the crowd, Alpha Zolu and Luna Mei were waiting to greet the new arrivals; this was their land, they're pack ground.

Eirik’s POV.

I’m starting to see a beach as we are closing in on our destination, and there’s a large crowd waiting for us. I can see hundreds gathering to catch a glimpse at us, the myths, the legends, the pack from Norway.

Sunlight is dancing in the whimsical waves; sea salt, sweat, and anticipation dominate the air around me. We were expecting this relentless curiosity.

We are all dressed in old traditionally Viking clothes equipped with axes, swords, and shields to make a grand entrance and bring the air of mystery to the masses in front of us.

Shieldmaidens look dangerous but alluring. My warriors with emotionless faces gazed towards land, hiding their excitement well. We had braided our hair, polished the axes in our belts, shields, and swords, topping the look with leather boots and big, bold war tribe face tattoos painted across our skin. We were born for this; We were ready!

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