Alpha's Nala

Michael Angelo

On the Southern part of the Redwood Region, at the Redwood Pack Mansion.

Saturday, 

5:35 PM.

I am already aware of the loud music, many chatters, and clicking of glasses down the hall.

However, after a long day of paperwork and dealing with pack issues, my mind and body needed serenity.

And where to acquire it than your very own room.

So here I am, taking my time on doing my necktie. Making sure it looks neat and presentable for tonight's mating ball when, all of a sudden, a small voice interrupted me.

I knew who it was, the minute the little wolf entered my chamber, for her scent — composing of lemon and mint — immediately filled the room. 

Not to mention, her voice.

I recognize that voice anywhere, for there are no other seven-year-olds in the region that possesses an alpha tone, except her.

“Yes, Blessy?” I respond to my sister's little cry, eyes still focused on the nearly done knot.

There was no reply from her after that, making me assume that she already left. Though, instead of hearing a door closing, I surprisingly caught the sound of her soft footsteps walking towards me. Then, like a ray of sunshine, I felt the little she-wolf's warm presence behind me. 

Almost, immediately, a smile found its way to my face.

“Oh, busy.” She quickly muttered at my back, discovering that I was a bit occupied at the moment.

My smile widened.

Regardless of her warm existence, what really lightened up my dark mood was the aura my sister brought with her; the innocence of a child and the purity of a soul, which so happens to be the same as my late mate, Nala.

My Nalaese Marie Snow…

The reminder, rather of infuriating me like the last time, made me calm. And my once frustrated face was now beaming with pure peace.

“In a minute little one, I'm almost done,” I stated, and was about to do the last loop when I caught a glimpse of her dirty reflection on the full-length mirror I was using. 

Oh dear lord.

I quickly turned to face her, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. But once my gaze landed on the little girl, fully registering her appearance, I was utterly stunned to see how terrible-looking she really was. 

Hell no, she did not…

Her supposed to be cute little princess gown — fuchsia in color and full of diamonds — was already brownish on the bottom part, while a couple of dirty handprints at the top. Her blonde hair which was supposed to be tied in a bun we're loosened, leaving her gold tiara hanging on the back of her head.

Though, what gave me the overall impression that she sneaked out of the castle and play unto the forest floor — AGAIN — was her hands and face, all covered with mud. 

“Blessica Allison Joy Cane, what on earth got into you!” I roared, the shock was evident both in my face and voice.

Receiving no response from her, just a few blinks and fingers fidgeting, I swiftly grab her little arm and, as quick as the flash of light — werewolf speed, made her sit on a chair next to the dresser my Nala, once owned. 

Catching a glimpse of that wardrobe, my anger instantly halted. Then, as obvious as it was now, I got momentarily distracted. 

I know I should have thrown that out, or any stuff that belonged to my mate, but I can't. Not because I'm being too sentimental, but because it's one of those things that keeps me from going completely mad, or worse, seek solace again to BLOODLUST.

My ultimate cure, for three whole years...

As amazing as it would have been, to let myself be an animal — carefree and wild — for one day, though the danger that it would bring was much higher compared to the comfort that I aim to fulfill.

I don't want that to happen again… I

— every belonging

a softer tone now,

snapped me out of my sudden stupor, making me shift my gaze from the dresser to

asked while

about my predicament, and as caring as she was, she always tries to

that's what you get when you have a little sister as compassionate

in to her hug and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing up close how messy her image

will surely be upset with her for

go outside and play in the mud as you wish, especially

dreadful that I almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets into trouble, not an adult who

sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not

mind his warning and began

echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping on

caught a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as

However, she's not.

looked pretty relaxed for a seven-year-old child being

was her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead and cold — too cold, for a child her age.

when she was looking at me, at that split second, it was like she's looking THROUGH me — as if her eyes were

I froze.

sadness in that gaze of her. A longing that I seem to understand, for I have it too — not just in

it's not just me who's still in

more on what I was supposed to

should stop that, stop apologizing

of aggression — Bear is not fond

right; that it was not as genuine as it

sternly, eyeing her. “Your pleas… It's not even true. You should stop that or no one's gonna believe you in the end, sweetie. Especially, once you get to a point where you apologize for real for your mistakes, and people already knew what you are capable of. Lying is not a game Blessy, so quit it while

my short speech and then, realizing that I caught her act, she — instead of feeling ashamed — look

her little smile at me — her

Woah.

boldness of this child is even greater compared to the warriors I have trained in the field. Others would have

just simply flash a smile at me. Looking like she didn't even commit any mischief

parted out

for my liking.’ Bear

even smile at me like that at this point. She doesn't do that unless she wanted to cheer me up, you know.’ I

of my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you from her

and internally lifted

falls for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone to protect her from

ears

Angelo. Touche'...’ Bear said, slowly retrieving

I could only smirk.

the communication with him, my attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling

waiting for my violent reaction… too bad, I'm too amused

her, in both entertainment

I finally declared in a

as if I just compliment her. Though, I didn't miss the fact that the

Now, that's strange.

always

not really knowing what proper questions to ask or what simple words to

get a wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her,

dead silent after, leaving me to wonder what was on her

down and dirty. But having her keep on doing it every now and then, for the majority of her life, sounds so bizarre — kinda like OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) already, if I may

question here is, was it really

fun that she happened to have

exactly like confinement Blessy, yet

only showed that same dimpled smile at me. As