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.

that to happen again… I had caused enough damage

— every belonging she owned —

a softer tone

sudden stupor, making me shift my gaze from the dresser

a hug?” She innocently asked while opening her

was, she always tries to comfort

when you have a little sister as compassionate as

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

surely be upset

just go outside and play in the mud as you wish, especially tonight. It's ball night for Goddess sake Blessica!” I finally scolded

and dreadful that I almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally

going to hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not

immediately mind his warning and began steadying my

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

voice goes, I caught a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and

However, she's not.

for a seven-year-old child being lectured at by an angry parent

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

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 soul, rather than the eyes themselves.

I

was just 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 my eyes but also

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

trying to focus more on what I was

‘She should stop that, stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean

Bear is not fond

Bear was right; that it was not as genuine as it should be,

end, sweetie. Especially, once you get to a point where you apologize for real for your mistakes, and

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

even flashes her little smile at me — her dimples showing on

Woah.

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

flash a smile at me. Looking

felt my lips parted out of

liking.’ Bear pointed out, sounding almost

I'm just astounded that she could even smile at me like that at this point.

my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you from her troubles. She knows

shook my shock after hearing that and internally lifted

who, who falls for Mika's whining whenever she needs

his ears down and body

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

I could only smirk.

after blocking the communication with him, my attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus never wavered

too bad, I'm too amused to be even mad at

just shake my head at her, in both entertainment and disbelief.

little she-wolf,” I finally declared in a

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

Now, that's strange.

always

what proper questions to ask or what simple

bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her, I started cleaning her up; face

to wonder what was on

that Blessy always loves the 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 (obsessive-compulsive

question here is, was

fun that she happened to have

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

that same dimpled smile at me. As if saying she