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.

don't want that to happen again… I had caused enough damage

it — every belonging she

a softer tone now, spoke up again.

of my sudden stupor, making me

a hug?” She innocently asked while opening

my predicament, and as caring as she was, she always tries to comfort me whenever she sees signs of

you have a little sister as compassionate

only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing up close how messy

upset with

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

bitter, so harsh, and dreadful that I almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets into trouble, not an adult who committed a crime

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

mind his warning and began

voice echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping

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

However, she's not.

looked pretty relaxed for a seven-year-old child being lectured at by an angry parent — or

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

split second, it was like she's looking THROUGH me — as if her eyes were staring right at the soul, rather than the eyes themselves.

there, I

of pure sadness in that gaze of her. A longing

who's still in grief… it's her

looked away, trying to focus more on what I was supposed to be doing when I

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

aggression — Bear is not fond of lying, internally nodded at

it

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

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

me —

Woah.

child is even greater compared to the warriors I have trained in the field. Others would have bowed their head at me by now, to submit to

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

felt my lips parted out of

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

at this point. She doesn't do that unless she wanted

you from her troubles.

and internally lifted a

for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone

ears down and body

said, slowly retrieving

I could only smirk.

little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus never wavered

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

at her, in

finally declared in

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

Now, that's strange.

always this... lifeless?

to ask or what simple words to say to a seven-year-old, especially when the subject involves serious themes, I could only let out a tired sigh.

decided to scramble towards the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe her.

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

keep on doing it every now and then, for the majority of her life, sounds so bizarre — kinda like OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder) already,

the real question here is, was it really that

she happened to have

really not afraid of the 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 that, sweetheart?”

wolf only showed that same dimpled smile