Why Are You Angry Mr. Alpha? You Rejected Me Remember?

Why Are You Angry Mr. Alpha? You Rejected Me Remember? 11

I was exhausted none the less, throwing my bags down into a corner by the stairs I found myself spreading my body across our black leather sofa. After Cadan and I had made it back to school we were rarely apart meaning the course of energy waving through our bodies attracting us didn't decrease... It only increased. It was exhausting preventing myself from jumping on him like a mad woman. And it didn't help that every time he looked at me lust glazed over his eyes and it looked as if he were going to pounce.

I was happy though, I knew something great would come out of this, I could feel it. I sat up stretching my arms above my head, cracking the joints in my body. It'd been a long time since I had shifted and had just gone for a run, I missed running around here it was so much prettier than the outskirts of the city Cousin James had lived in.

I discarded my tops and bottoms and laid them neatly on the sofa, I opened the patio doors and jumped into mid air, in which I shifted into a large black wolf.

I stretched in my wolf form, sticking my behind in the air and cracking up my spine. Shaking off I jumped over the fence and into the forest, I picked up pace and enjoyed the feel if the wind slipping through my fur. It was good to feel like this again, freedom is what this gave you.

It was somewhere you didn't have to think, you could just run and take in your senses around you. Like the squishiness of the ground against my paws, the breeze slipping through my silky fur, the smell of pine and forest being breathed heavily through my nose. It was... A get away.

I ran to my usual clearing, it had a small lake which parted into millions of tiny little streams which went through the forest, and the grass was slightly long and the brightest shade of green I'd ever seen.

I found a dry patch and settled my tired body down, after not running for a while that was one serious work out. Resting my head on my paws I closed my eyes, wanting to only hear the trickles of the stream.

To be fair it'd been a couple of hours, drifting in and out of sleep in the late summer sun. It was when I heard a tree branch snap I got up, my ears pricking towards the sounds behind me. I'd never come across anyone else in this clearing before, I'd be surprised if I did now.

I wasn't scared, intrigued actually. A rustling shifted my gaze to my right, and a wolf appeared from the shrubs, its fur crystal white, green leaves stuck in its fur. The wolfs gaze rested on my perched position in the long grass, the wolf bowed, showing it wasn't here to hurt me and I nodded in return. I was glad it wasn't an enemy, I'm not a fighter. 

The wolf came over slowly and perched not far from me, it laid down and closed its eyes, feeling the gentle breeze run through his fur.

The wolf wasn't from the pack, its scent was unfamiliar to the area but not completely unfamiliar. He was from a pack in the next town up probably and, he was probably the alpha coming on business to our pack. Starting to feel slightly less comfortable I got up stretching my body so it was ready for the run home. The crystal wolf's eyes opened and the wolf gave me a nod, the big purple eyes glittering. I nodded back, and ran home, I wasn't scared per say. But the saying 'don't talk to strangers' still occurs when you're a large fluffy animal.

It wasn't long until I was changed and was laying on the couch again. My mother sitting there with me now, with a cup of earl grey.

"Purple eyed pack?" I asked her, assessing her reactions carefully. She frowned slightly, confusion taking over her features.

"Purple eyes haven't been around since the last king died, in 1867, purple eyes are the royal pack. Why are you asking me about this? Have you been going through the ancestors book again?" she said raising her brow at me, she hated when I went through that book apparently its too delicate for clumsy teen fingers.

"I went for a run mum, put two and two together? I saw a purple eye, he came into my clearing thoughts blocked. He bowed and laid down and relaxed?" I muttered, the royal pack hadn't been around for years of course. But everyone knew the stories, most children got Cinderella or Rapunzel, wolves get the tales of the princess with the stripes, the prince with the chipped ear which was bitten off in battle. The stories kept the pack eye colour in the dark, I couldn't fathom why, that just never came up. Which is odd as packs are know from the eye colour.

"You must be mistaken, they've been gone for years! And even if it was the royals have body guards, they wouldn't just loiter around on their own. Which they wouldn't do anyway as the royals don't exist anymore, i'm sorry love but you've got to be incorrect." My mum rambled, I wasn't going to argue with her, but I know what I saw. She scurried out the room, she was going to call dad, then my brother and then the rest of the council to discuss this. She may be denying me now but I know what this could mean.

War.

An uprising to the current king; the white eyed pack.

Though that'd pretty much be completely ridiculous, as they are the most brutal pack in the world. And no-one defies the white eyed pack. I shook my head, that's the most ridiculous story I've made up in a while, there'd be no war. I should probably get my wolf eyes checked over or something.

My thoughts returned to Cadan, sweet, kind, gentle, un-harmful Cadan. I wonder how long it'll be until we would mate, that thought gave me comfort. A lot of comfort I hadn't ever felt.