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 to everybody

still kept it — every belonging she owned

in a softer tone

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

innocently asked while opening her

my predicament, and as caring as she was, she

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

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

upset with

in the mud as you

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

our sister. Mika (Blessy's wolf) will not like that.’ Bear

mind his warning and

voice echoed delicately inside

sincere as her voice goes, I caught a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't

However, she's not.

she looked pretty relaxed for a seven-year-old child being lectured at by

They look

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

there, I froze.

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

me who's still in grief…

trying to focus more on what I was supposed to be doing when I felt my wolf's

stop apologizing when she doesn't

— Bear is not fond of lying, internally nodded at him.

that it was not as genuine as it should be, made

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

that I caught her act, she — instead of feeling ashamed —

little smile at me — her dimples

Woah.

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

simply flash a smile at me. Looking like she didn't even commit any mischief

felt my lips parted out of

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

she could even smile at me like that at this point.

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

that and internally lifted a challenging eyebrow at

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

ears down and body

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 still smiling her dimpled smile at me and her focus

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

just shake my head at her,

I finally declared in a

smile widened after hearing that as if I just compliment her. Though, I

Now, that's strange.

always

questions 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

to wipe her.

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

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

real question here is, was it

she happened

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

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