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.

happen again… I had caused enough damage

why, I still kept it — every belonging she owned

in a softer tone now,

me shift my gaze from

hug?” She innocently asked while opening her mud-covered arms at me.

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

you have a

hug and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing

will surely be upset with her

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

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

you're going to hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will

his warning and

inside

I caught a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate what I sound like earlier, she should

However, she's not.

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

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

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

there, I froze.

by my youngest sibling if that's what you're guessing. 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

still in grief… it's her as

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

that, stop apologizing when she doesn't even mean

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

then promptly recalled her apology, and the fact that Bear was right; that it was

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, so quit it while

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

— her dimples showing

Woah.

boldness of this child is even greater compared to the warriors I have trained in the field. Others would have bowed their

a smile at me. Looking like she didn't

my lips parted

brave for my liking.’ Bear pointed out,

me like that at this point. She doesn't do that unless

my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you from her troubles. She knows she's charming and you easily fall for that. You're

that and internally lifted a challenging

for Mika's whining whenever she needs someone to protect her

ears down

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

I could only smirk.

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 from

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

head at her, in both entertainment and disbelief.

little she-wolf,” I finally declared

if I just compliment her. Though, I didn't

Now, that's strange.

she always

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.

wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her, I started

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

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

is, was it really that

that she happened to have forgotten

your room? Werewolves your age don't exactly like confinement Blessy, yet here you are, kept on going back to that said isolation. Do

little wolf only showed that same dimpled smile at me. As if