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.

again… I had caused enough damage

every belonging she owned — here,

softer tone now, spoke up again.

my sudden stupor, making me shift my gaze

She innocently asked while opening her mud-covered

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

you have

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

will surely be upset with

in the mud as you wish, especially tonight. It's ball night

forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets

Angelo. Don't give in, or you're going to hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not like that.’ Bear stated, trying to ease my

warning and began steadying my

inside my ears, which was also helping on calming the fury I

of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate

However, she's not.

seven-year-old child being lectured at by

really caught my attention, which bothered me instantly, was her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead

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

there, I froze.

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

me who's still in

more on what I was supposed to be

that.’ Bear growled, taking my full attention now. ‘She should stop that, stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean it, or no one's gonna

point of aggression — Bear is

right; that it was not as genuine

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

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

— her dimples showing on both sides

Woah.

trained in the field. Others

me. Looking like

felt my lips parted

liking.’ Bear pointed out, sounding almost irritated

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

Bear rolled his eyes in the back of my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you

shock after hearing that and

whining whenever she needs

ears down and body

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

I could only smirk.

attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus never

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

her,

finally declared

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

Now, that's strange.

she always

knowing what proper questions to ask or what simple words to say to a seven-year-old, especially when the subject involves serious

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

dead silent after, leaving me to wonder what

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 (obsessive-compulsive disorder) already, if

here is, was it

happened

uproar Mother will bestow upon you? Or just the idea of being grounded for another week in your room? Werewolves your age don't exactly like confinement Blessy, yet here you are, kept on going back to that said isolation. Do you really want

wolf only showed that same dimpled smile at me.