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…

why, I still kept it — every belonging she

tone now, spoke

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

while opening her

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

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

and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing up close how

surely be upset

outside and play in the mud as you wish, especially tonight. It's

sounded so 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

stress, Angelo. Don't give in, or you're going to hurt our sister. Mika

his warning

Blessy softly whispered. Her gentle — sweet voice echoed delicately inside my ears, which was

her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much

However, she's not.

seven-year-old child being lectured at

attention, which bothered me instantly, was her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead and cold — too cold,

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

I froze.

overwhelmed 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

who's still in grief… it's

to focus more on what I was supposed

stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean it,

his point of aggression — Bear is

it was not as genuine as it should be,

you get to a point where you apologize for real for your mistakes, and people already

gazed at me for a second after hearing my short speech and then, realizing that I caught her act, she

her little smile at me — her dimples showing on

Woah.

I have trained in the field. Others would

flash a smile at me. Looking like

parted out of pure

too brave for my liking.’ Bear

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

back of my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you

that and internally lifted a challenging

for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone to protect

stilled, his ears down

said, slowly retrieving to the

I could only smirk.

back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus

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

head at her,

she-wolf,” I finally

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

Now, that's strange.

she always this... lifeless?

not really knowing what proper questions to ask or what

I have to do something, decided to scramble towards the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her, I started cleaning her up; face first

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

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

real question here is, was it really

fun that she happened to

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?” I paused and waited for an answer, or

only showed that same dimpled smile