Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

Fated To The Alpha by Jessica Hall Chapter 40
I could feel Kora restless within me as she whined and I found myself plunged into a new surrounding.

I was running, I didn’t recognise where I was running to. I just knew I needed to help them as I ran through the trees before stopping at a small village hidden amongst the forest next to Paddock. The place was set alight, paddocks filled with wolves dying and fighting, we were at war, I hid on the outskirts watching men with pitchforks file out and down a small dirt road, I could hear the cries of children ringing through the night. Everything settles the place falling silent except for agonised howls and crying. It was over. I walk out from my hiding place. The Earth is stained with my pack’s blood, the air thick with the pungent smell of death.

The entire village decimated, nothing left, but burning huts and scorched earth as fire took everything in the small village.

The night sky filled with the sounds of agonised howls as they lay dying on the battlefield. I look down at the wolf next to me, his dark fur almost blue under the moon’s beam. I stare at him before kneeling next to him. His eyes opened as I stroked his fur. Why does he look so familiar, the look in his eyes reminded me of someone yet I couldn’t place him, just knew I loved him.

I knew I was dreaming, was aware of that fact yet I couldn’t tear my eyes from the black wolf who lay dying at my feet, some pull telling me to save him. He whines loudly, the sound so sad it broke something within me. His eyes peered up at me with so much love yet I knew I didn’t know this wolf, never saw him before in my life.

The sky above crackles with lightning and I peer up at the sky as deafening thunder rolls across the sky, angry and powerful. The moon however shining down unaffected by the carnage below and by the anger of the storm just watching us suffer.

“We are children of the Moon, yet all you do is watch. How are we expected to believe in our Moon Goddess when she is never here when we need her?” I scream at it.

Lightning cracks loudly whipping through the night sky leaving angry streaks of electricity to light it.

Lighting up the destruction of the war, every wolf that lay dying in the field, the burned down huts, the children screaming for their fallen parents, the cries of death.

“You could save them, you could have saved us” I cry to the Moon brushing the fur of the wolf next to me.

“Save him then, you want to help them, do it. But everything comes at cost, you think you can do better, child. I never caused this bloodshed, this is on you. All of you” comes a voice ringing through the night loud and clear.

I turn around looking through the darkness, using the lightning to see. I gasp at the sight of a white wolf standing amongst the carnage looking regal and serene as she strolled toward me like she was unaffected by death surrounding her. Her fur was so white it looked like it was glowing like a beacon in the night.

“Stay back, who are you?” I ask her, picking up a stick, ready to defend myself.

“You had no problem cursing me to the moon a few seconds ago child, you should know who I am to speak so boldly to me”

I gasp, it can’t be, I look at the Moon before staring back at her.

“You’re the Moon Goddess?”

blessed by the Moon, yet you think you can do better than me?” She asks.

could save them, they slaughtered my entire village only leaving the children”

because you all killed off their livestock, so they poisoned you all, found your weakness then exploited it, waited for you to be

knew and didn’t warn us, didn’t try to help save

am busy child, you think you can do better? I have thousands of children, thousands to watch over, I am tired and can’t baby everyone. Your pack made mistakes and now

you don’t care, you will let us all die, let them suffer because you’re to busy for us, we are meant to be your children,

choices, your pack was greedy, took

us, you are just as bad as them” I

do better, you want them back, then bring them back” she says. I stare at her trying to

can’t only you can do

willing to pay for your people, child. Everything has a consequence. I will offer this to you once and once only. A curse and blessing bestowed upon one member of each generation of

understand?” I tell her looking at my people who lay dying

you want to save

course I do, I love them. This is my family” I

are you willing to pay….your life,

please

it to you, I won’t take it back, it’s yours forever, and will belong to every firstborn of every generation. Now after hearing that, how do you choose, will you carry that burden, will you choose who lives

them” I begged her, looking at the black wolf who was no longer

stop it burning my eyes. The light dims and I squint, my eyes adjusting to find a woman in a white flowing gown, she was barefoot, yet the blood soaked earth didn’t touch her,

your soul, with every touch, every caress of life you give, they take a piece of you back with them” she says before

Goddess of death, a Goddess of life. I’m giving you the burden I no longer wish to carry, I curse you child, curse you with the gift of life” she tells me before leaning her

it burnt my lips and scorched my throat, bleeding its power into my heart, and into my soul.

and dies is the worst job to have, and you my child I just blessed you with it” she says,

subtly, every fibre of my being buzzing and jolting, I felt

you do

wolf and blessed you

heal them?” I ask excitedly, rushing to the

some don’t deserve saving,

her cackling laughter, but I didn’t

for air while I choke for it. I tried to catch my breath before moving onto the next, I didn’t need to

out of me. With each touch they grow stronger while I grow weaker. My people are begging me to save their loved one, save their wives or husbands until I can’t no more. I feel my life leaving me more and more with each healing

full, trying to catch my breath. I was gasping, choking on my own inability to breathe, my hair drenched and

rate slows as I realise it was just a dream, just a dream. Climbing off the bed, I walk to the window and open it, the room feeling stuffy. My skin felt sticky from the thin sheen