The Return of the Lady Alpha

a's

that Avian is still alive; at least let me de

im with all sorts of excitement.

ction I got instead. He pushed me mercilessly and signaled

f Elder of the Pack called out for Avian to ex

to his explanation, I had planned the attack to kill both Soriea a

gnifying his struggle with the rogues and his fina

that your existence is a threat to the security of the Solaris Crescent Pack, and for now, you're to be detained p

, the enforcer quickly stepped in, each wi

I? First it was my father's death, seconded

un their act of cruelty toward their victim. The clinching sensation of pain was intense. This was foll

eking comfort in the breast of her mother, hoping to get pitied by those cruel individuals. The echoe of the slapped sha

y younger brother, who was barely twelve, turned aside t

destiny, I rambled. But why, just why, would this happen

ho wasn't on duty the day I was imprisoned. He's been pretty friendly, does

ways encourages me to keep hope alive with strong

**

he demise of the lady heir Alpha (

harming he-wolf and also her coronation as the first female Alpha of the Pack. A

hered to mourn her transition and, if possi

Alpha's lineage. Thus, he'll need to come of age-at least, eighteen-before being crowned. This is t

he culprit (me) of the Lady Alpha's death, it is believed, according to the Pack's system an

ce is a full moon, and c

a will determine my fate-whether I'll remain a

ommitted. Actually, accidents happen, but I d

he bravest as homage to the late heir to the display of meals to accompany the heir Alpha to the great beyond in orde

eted for Soriea to fulfil the

ighting was my shifting period; thus, I was

filled with fireworks, marking the departure of the hero

s with me. The shifting ceremony begins. It was already dark, and then I n

shivering, I and the others are all gathered unde

embarrassing of them all is

all the same, it's a necessity before o

ng of bones and bulging of our feathers, a

oned, and the transfor

and the sounds of guns and lightning are heard in the heart

lothes that are believed to accompany the werewolf to the g

d for cremation. The howling of wolves can be heard all aro

es the corpses to ache, after which we are supposed to touch the ashes one by one as our symbol of loyalty to t

the pack. Thus, the celebration drums and blasting li

ing how a once loved fellow becomes a total stranger in a twinkle of an eye, and guess who is being crowned? My greatest nightmare in