Faye

ay

gertips, the paper decorated

ve the Goddess would like to

s full decisions on our futures, and to help her make positive ones for my Pack, I sing to her. She feeds off the harmonies

day. This must be some kind of way to be forgiven for what I did last night. Sneaking out, in her opinion, is not living up to my duties as an Alpha. She

t. The building where I typically sing was made years ago for my great, great grandmother, when she was an Alpha. Hearing my mother si

The room is beautiful, really. It’s dressed in colours of purple and gold, the drapes across the windows glinting with the morning sun streaming through. The tapestries and art

ses as a direct portal to where the Moon Goddess is. As much as I believe in her, I’m not exactly sure if I’m facing the right direction. Three can

ust make sure I’m at my best, giving her the positivity she needs to continue on, giving her blessings to my Pack. It’s a beautiful thing, for the first ten minu

on a normal day basis is white hair to a dark grey. This mans hair is an oak wood colour, all messy across his forehead as if it’s been tousled by the wind. His most striking features are his eyes, consider

ss twisting with my legs. “You

lies, raising a dark eyebrow at me. I find myself s

gnoring me, gazing around the room, taking in all the colourful artwork, before it lands on the

ave. This is a ritual that is

ch him carefully, making sure he wasn't going to make any suspicious m

?” I snap, cu

owever, I, sure I would remember his face if he did. I would never admit that to

s?

your room,” he tells me. Noticing my raised brow, he

ants me to stop

a pushover she can be. The idea of her pulling me away from this isn't something I s

kirts. “Fine. Can

ighting leathers that show off his bronzed arms, that half my Guards wouldn't spot, co

Alpha Faye,” he says airily. “You w

but I wouldn't a

my mother has hired to fo

has found important enough to drag me from my daily ritual. After last night, this especially a surprise. I follow the stranger

de toward my room. I'm not used to that. Usually they trail behind, not wanting t

an look after myself,” I mutter, as we

eople babying m

ns to kill, the be killed, all in the order of Alpha Kael. All of them are cowards, who would rather have their throats slit than talk about a single fact o

ell him softly. “To keep

that my room is situated so far away from where I sing, since I go there

he man asks, changing the conversation to something

or a walk around the gardens. Then its lunch, study and business.

orm,” he comments. I

oint, we have made it to the edge of my quarters. I'm more focused on the man in front of me. All I want to do

Alpha,” he says, before