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

kept it — every belonging she owned — here, with

a softer tone

stupor, making me shift my gaze

innocently asked while opening her mud-covered

as she was, she always tries to comfort me whenever she sees signs of

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

of giving in to her hug and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing up

be upset with her for

as you wish, especially tonight. It's ball night for Goddess

forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets into trouble, not an adult who committed a

give in, or you're going to hurt our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf)

mind his warning and began

whispered. Her gentle — sweet voice echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping on calming the fury I felt.

her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate what I sound like earlier, she should be shaking

However, she's not.

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

her tiger brown eyes. They look very much dead and cold — too cold,

like she's looking THROUGH me — as if her eyes were staring right at the soul, rather

I froze.

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

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

I was supposed to be doing when I felt my wolf's

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

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

was right; that it was

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

and then, realizing that I caught her act,

flashes her little smile at me — her

Woah.

trained in the field. Others would have bowed their head at me by now, to submit to their mistakes but

at me. Looking like she didn't even

felt my lips parted out of

sister's brave… too brave for my liking.’ Bear

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

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

shock after hearing that and internally

she needs someone to protect

ears

Angelo. Touche'...’ Bear said, slowly retrieving to the back of

I could only smirk.

with him, my attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's

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

my head at her,

finally declared

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

Now, that's strange.

she always this... lifeless?

questions to ask or what simple words to say to a

realizing I have to do something, decided to scramble towards the bathroom to get a wet towel to wipe

after, leaving me to wonder

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 —

the real question here is,

that she happened to

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

my astonishment, the little wolf only showed that same dimpled smile