The Mermaid Stole My Alpha

Chapter 14

••••Keenan Peter••••

As I sit at my computer, starring blankly into what looks like an infinite maze of worlds and letters, I begin to question why I lied about the information I passed on to Arrissa. Mermaids? Was I being for real? how could they even consider the topic? there hasn't been a living mermaid sighting within 200 years. Why did I lie to one of my best friends? To my Luna?

I can't believe that they believed me even though they had their doubts. What a stupid thing to say. And I know exactly what drove the sudden surprising hate to tell the lie.

Arctic.

••••Cameron Frost••••

There's been a trouble stirring with my pack and the Northern Moon Pack. Their numbers have gotten stronger. I've been selfish, only wanting what's best for my pack and not thinking about others. I'm taking to much territory, to much power. I will not be overcome by the power of being leader like my father once was.

I pace around my burgundy office, with it's books, it's papers, information, secrets. I place my hand on my chin and stop, quickly forming an idea. Mark sits five feet from me in a chair made of wood and bear fur. I point excitedly at his face still staring off in space.

"Man you need to shave," he says with a little hint of envy in his voice, "it's making me jealous that I don't look good with facial hair and you do." I look at him curiously while he crosses his arms and slips lower into the chair.

"Mark I've finally got it."

"Got what? You know that you're fresh out of ideas."

"...Thanks for the support."

"Anytime I can give it."

"No, but I know how we can settle this growing feud between Blue Moon Pack and the Northern Moon Pack."

"Lets hear this..."

"We could just give them all of their land back."

"You're joking." He sits more taller in the fur chair.

"No I'm being serious. Think about it. It's simple, it will straiten any growing tension between us--"

"Think about our numbers Cameron!" he suddenly stands. "New members are coming in almost monthly, searching for shelter, support, and a place to call home. We need the room. They are already building new things," he gestures out the window, referring to the apartment complexes. "Our pack is to large to loose territory...worse yet just give it away."

"I know this seems a bit deranged but think about it," I grab him by the shoulder and wave my arm across the air like we are witnessing a flashback. "There's still unclaimed territory out there near us."

"Where?"

I smile. "The beach of course."

••••Arrissa Forrest••••

I sit in the sand nervously. Grabbing grains of sand and letting them fly in the wind as I stare into this enormous creature's eyes. What a beautiful suicide this will turn into. I think.

-this is a legend sitting in front of you. He will do no harm-

I stand up as quick as I can, trying to spook the blue dragon. He lifts his enormous head eyes still focused on mine -- obviously not scared by sudden movements.

"Why are you here? Why me?" I whisper.

All of sudden, the seas swell. Slowly at first, making its way toward the dragon and I. Then the water picks up rising at great height. The wind howls swirling so fast I fall on my knees gripping any earth I can hold. The sudden surprise of a storm is so alarming, that I have to cover my head and face towards the ground.

As quickly as it came, it stops. I slowly raise my head up. So terrified and shocked I can hardly breath. The dragon is gone. In its place is a woman. So familiar she seems.

Then I realize. It's the same woman from my dream, days before. The one who took my mother from me.

••••Arctic Defina••••

"Here you go," Bay says as he hands me the book I've been looking for. I'm suddenly overcome by a strange wanting for this little boy. To protect him and care for him. What a master piece he is. Some sort of ghostly beautiful creation.

He has light green eyes that seem to be deeper than the ocean. Brown hair that's long enough to cover his forehead. He has a tan body from being outside in the sun often. His smile is so wide, and teeth so white. He owns his very own pair of dimples that occupy the corner of his cute smile. What a beautiful little boy.

"Thank you." I grab the ancient looking book, and retreat to a nearby table in the corner of upstairs. Bay follows quickly behind me.

"How old are you?" he asks cheerfully.

"I'm 17"

He giggles lightly."That's a lot....I'm this many," Bay holds up 7 small fingers, "we have the same number in our age!"

I laugh, "we sure do." I open the dusty book and flip pages looking through the pack history.

"I like you," he exclaims, "you're pretty."

Blushing, I thank him.

I was only sent to this pack for one thing to find. I flip through about 100 more pages until, there! I find a picture of a gold wolf paw necklace.

Just what I was looking for.