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Table Of Contents

Chapter 1: The Infirmary

Chapter 2: The Cries of the Wolves

Chapter 3: Samúð og Styrkur

Chapter 4: Two Nights Till The Full Moon

Chapter 5: The First Snow of The Winter

Chapter 6: The Sacred Ground

Chapter 7: The True Alpha

Chapter 8: The Mating

Chapter 9: The Bond

Chapter 1: The Infirmary

It was two in the morning. There was a great bustle at the infirmary. The nurses could be seen flitting about from room to room, and the doctors were working themselves up into a frenzy. The security outside the infirmary was tight, the entire pack, save a few, unaware of what was happening inside.

Tyler sat in the waiting area, a look of worry on his face. Rudolph sat opposite him, looking slightly smug but carefully hiding all his emotions and feelings, yet Tyler could sense the smugness. They were all waiting for the surgeon to come out with an update.

There was a stillness in the air, in spite of the bustle. The noise inside was quieter than the silence outside. There were about nine or ten people inside, but everyone had perfectly masked their emotions so no one outside or inside could sense what was happening. The doctors and the nurses were known for this; their actions would betray them far more easily than their feelings ever would.

But it was established in the pack that no one would ever even attempt to penetrate the barriers of anyone who worked at the infirmary. Doing so was a sacrilegious act that resulted in the immediate ousting of the perpetrator. It was looked down upon to such an extent that none of the wolves would ever even consider touching or preying upon the wolf guilty of the said crime.

The doors opened as the old surgeon stepped out, his hands trembling and his face grim.

Estelle, a stout woman, 6 feet tall, hurriedly walked from across the corridor. She was nearly 60 years old, yet sharper and smarter than any other female in the pack. She walked with her back straight, her head held high. Her waist-length grey hair was parted in the middle and fell on both sides of her bosom. She was the Alpha female, her presence strong and intimidating.

Although it was not a rule, but a Beta male usually never looked up at an Alpha female, not unless spoken to. Tyler and Rudolph followed in her wake, a step behind her. She looked at the surgeon, her thin lips pursed. Tyler stared intently, straight ahead; Rudolph stole a glance at Estelle. Both she and Tyler could feel it.

The surgeon, heavy with bad news, stared at the ground, waiting for permission to speak. Rudolph was about to open his mouth when Estelle shot him a look, keeping him from speaking. Then she turned to the doctor.

“What is it,” she asked in a gentle voice.

“Bad news,” he said.

“Is he going to make it,” asked Rudolph.

“Zip it,” said Estelle forcefully, shooting Rudolph another look.

“I was just…” began Rudolph.

“Speak when you are spoken to,” she said, then looked back at the doctor and nodded.

“His injuries are bad and he is not healing. Wolfsbane is heavy in his blood, and his body is failing. He won’t make it to the end of the night. He’s barely got a few minutes, I believe.”

“Stay,” Estelle said to the Betas, Tyler and Rudolph.

She walked straight into the operation theater and made for her Alpha’s bedside. She held his hand affectionately and looked into his eyes; his eyes were open but there was no light in them.

“Oh dear,” she said, what have you gotten yourself into.

But she knew what she had to do, that was why she had been an Alpha for so long.

Estelle walked out of the room, not an ounce of emotion on her face.

“I’ve done it,” she announced.

“What do you mean,” asked Tyler.

“I’ve put him out of his misery,” she replied.

“Let’s call it then,” said Rudolph.

“Your eagerness is offensive,” she said, taking in Rudolph’s 6’3 frame.

“I am just being proactive.”

“Proactivity will not help you become an Alpha.”

“We’ll see about that,” Rudolph replied, smiling with his blue eyes.

Estelle could sense Rudolph’s interest. If he became the new Alpha, she would have to become his mate, something she wasn’t up for. She had seen both the Betas grow right in front of her eyes, always accompanying Dolphus, her mate and the Alpha of the pack.

“We all know who the new Alpha is going to be. It’s me. Any girl in the pack would tell you that,” added Rudolph.

“But we don’t choose new Alphas based on the opinions of she-wolves,” said Estelle.

“All I am saying is we should, that is how it is in the world out there. Might is not right, democracy is. What the people want, votes of the majority and all.”

Estelle knew where Rudolph was going with this. He was certainly privileged, descending from an ancient line of wolves. He also enjoyed the way she-wolves swooned over him. His fair skin, his 6’3” frame, his strong biceps and triceps, blue veins slightly visible through them. His brown hair, dirty, short, and messy. His blue eyes and his boyish charms, the way he always ran his hand through his hair when he wanted to get it on with a girl. Estelle was all too familiar with it, and if the girls could have their way, he would be the new Alpha. He was right.

“But we are not people, are we? We are a pack of wolves,” said Estelle, her anger rising.

Rudolph smiled, this is what he wanted, to work Estelle up.

“You have got to be shitting me,” she continued. “Have you not learned anything in all your years as a Beta? You are making me question everything and I will see to it that you don’t become an Alpha if you continue like this.”

All this while, Tyler sulked in a corner. He had a hunch who the new alpha was going to be. It had to be Rudolph, one of the original wolves of the pack. Tyler knew he was far too new to become an Alpha. But his current thoughts were not about who the new Alpha was going to be, but about the Alpha that was no more; an Alpha that he was too fond of.

Chapter 2: The Cries of The Wolves

At about 5 in the morning, an hour before the sun rose, it was time to call it.

Estelle made for the exit of the hospital, Tyler and Rudolph following closely behind. An Omega, Bradley, held the doors open for the Alpha female and the Betas. As soon as they turned the corridor, Estelle’s walk turned into a jog, then she jumped, swiftly shifting into a large grey wolf, her mane long and fluffy, then walked outside on all fours; Tyler and Bradley shifted as well and joined her outside. Bradley closed the door behind him and began following them, when Rudolph suddenly turned around and snarled.

“Get out of here.”

Bradley turned around and left. If Rudolph hadn’t sent him off, Tyler would have, even though this was something Tyler was all too familiar with. Tyler got his start as an Omega when Dolphus brought him into the pack, but he climbed the ladder all by himself, becoming a Beta.

Tyler and Rudolph followed Estelle into the Sacred Ground. The Sacred Ground was where the pack meetings were held. It was a clearing at the heart of the forest, a fighting pit in the centre and a huge rock for the Alphas and Betas to sit on and watch the fights, make announcements, etc.

Estelle climbed the rock. Tyler was behind her, but Rudolph tried stepping ahead, standing where the Alpha of the pack would, when Estelle shot him another look.

“Not your place, not yet.”

“It will be,” Rudolph said.

“The sun will rise in half an hour,” said Tyler, taking in the night sky.

Estelle went to the very edge of the rock on the cliff, and howled. She howled again, sorrow in her voice. When she howled a third time, the message was clear. All of a sudden the houses in the forest started to light up one by one, the wolves started shifting and made for the clearing. In a matter of seconds, the Sacred Ground was packed. Estelle waited till everyone was there before she announced.

Once all the wolves had gathered, tens of pairs of yellow eyes visible in the darkness, she got ready to speak. Although all of them already knew what it meant, the meaning of three howls was clear, they waited to hear it from her. The three howls signaled the death of an Alpha; Estelle was there in front of them, so they knew who this was all about.

“Dolphus is dead,” she said.

A wolf among the pack howled with sorrow. He was joined by another, and then another, and then the entire pack howled. The forest echoed with the sorrowful howls of the wolves. Once the howls died down, Estelle spoke again.

“It is time to mourn the great Alpha together. It is three nights till the full moon. We mourn until then, and then, right here, we will have our new Alpha.”

The pack listened silently.

“Lay down the Mountain Ash,” she ordered.

The Omegas immediately left the pack to begin laying down the Mountain Ash. This was a tedious task, done with extreme care, and often required the help of humans who knew about them and were on friendly terms.

Upon the death of an Alpha, Mountain Ash was laid down across the entire boundary of the forest, so that no one outside could come in and try to take over the pack or cause trouble, and no one inside could get out. The pack existed in self-imposed exile to mourn until a new Alpha was selected.

Estelle then ran back to her den, Rudolph in tow. Tyler stayed behind, climbing off the rock. Rudolph, with his sense of entitlement, knew that he was going to be the new Alpha. Although the Betas have a bond stronger than that of brothers, Rudolph was already ready to take on Tyler and become the new Alpha.

Back at the den, Rudolph began pushing Estelle.

“I think the pack needs a leader to hold them together as we mourn,” he began.

“And they have that, Rudolph,” she replied, tired. “It’s me, not you. Have patience until your turn comes.”

“They all know it, what’s the delay,” he asked, impatiently.

“We have our rituals. The Trial at the fighting pit will decide the new Alpha, and until then, no one knows who the new Alpha will be. Your attempts and advances are off-putting and immature, and if you don’t stop, I might have to call a meeting and raise issue with the council.”

With that, Estelle made for her bedroom. Rudolph paced impatiently outside. A few minutes later, Tyler quietly entered the den.

“You should get some rest,” Tyler said to Rudolph.

“I am stronger than that,” he replied.

“I know that you are. Asking you to rest isn’t about strength, brother.”

Estelle listened quietly from behind the door.

“It’s just Estelle,” he said. “I demand to be made an Alpha now, as is my right.”

“It’s not your right,” said Tyler. “That’s not how we do things. We follow our rituals, the way we have done things since hundreds of years.”

“We?” barked Rudolph. “Dolphus took you in when you were a pup. I was born here. What do you know about us?”

“Enough to know when to keep my mouth shut,” said Tyler and then resigned to his room.

Estelle smiled to herself behind the door. She had never been fond of Tyler, but his wisdom was making her root for him.

Rudolph shifted into human form when the sun rose and joined Tyler in the bedroom. He could not sleep, though, his mind on the rock on the cliff. He could not wait for the full moon, to finally become an Alpha and the leader of the pack. This was something he had wanted and dreamt of since as long as he could remember, and he knew it would soon be realized. After all, there had been many Alphas in the family tree he descended from.