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.

to happen again… I had caused enough damage

I still kept it — every belonging she owned

tone now, spoke up again.

me shift my

a hug?” She innocently asked while opening her

and as caring as she was, she always

you have a little

instead of giving in to her hug and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after

upset

know you can't just go outside and play in the mud as you wish, especially

to note that, my voice sounded so bitter, so harsh, and dreadful that I almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets into trouble, not

or you're going to hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not like that.’ Bear stated,

mind his warning and began steadying my

sweet voice echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping on calming the

it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate what I sound like earlier, she should be

However, she's not.

being lectured at

what really caught my attention, which bothered me instantly, was her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead and cold — too cold, for a child

me — as if her eyes

there, I

saw a hint of pure sadness in that gaze of her. A longing that

it's not just me who's still in grief… it's

what I was

Bear growled, taking my full attention now. ‘She should stop that, stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean

getting his point of aggression — Bear is not fond of lying, internally nodded

it was not as genuine as

know what you are doing, Blessica,” I stated 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,

at me for a second after hearing my short speech and then, realizing that I caught her act, she — instead of feeling ashamed

flashes her little smile at me — her dimples showing on both sides of her

Woah.

the field. Others would have bowed their head at me by

me. Looking like she didn't even commit any mischief

parted out

brave… too brave for my liking.’ Bear pointed out, sounding

she could even smile at me like that at this point. She doesn't do that unless she wanted to cheer me

‘Or distract you from her troubles. She knows she's charming and

my shock after hearing that and internally lifted a challenging eyebrow at

for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone to protect her from Mother's wrath.’

his ears

slowly

I could only smirk.

to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her

for my violent reaction… too bad, I'm

shake my head at her, in both entertainment and

she-wolf,” I finally declared

Though, I didn't miss the fact that the smile didn't fully reach her dull

Now, that's strange.

always this...

to ask or what simple words to say to a seven-year-old, especially when the subject

wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her, I started cleaning her up; face first and

silent after, leaving me to wonder what

great outdoors wherein she could explore, learn, and be 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

the real question here is, was it really

that she happened to have forgotten Mother's

room? Werewolves your age don't exactly like confinement Blessy, yet here you are, kept on going back

showed that same dimpled smile at me.