The Golden Choice

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She wasn't dead, but she was absent.

My wolf was not speaking to me. It had been like that for a while.

She was not happy about the situation that we were in or the lack of freedom that she had to spread her fur. I was always told that when you didn't shift often enough, you started to lose the connection with your wolf, and it could become harder and harder to shift.

I always found a moment to shift whether it was only for a few minutes. The one thing I refused to do was lose the connection with my wolf completely. She brought me a sense of calmness even if she was mad at me all the time. She gave me hope because there was always the reminder that I was loved by someone, even if they didn't know it yet. She reminded me that there was someone out there for me, whether I wanted to believe it or not.

And she was active today.

A wolf connection is different for everyone. Sharing a brain can be very hard, especially when your wolf wants to be negative all the time. If I had her freedom of speech, I would have been banned from the pack ages ago.

But whenever she did make an appearance, it was for a very good reason.

She was trying to tell me something, but I was not picking up on what that something was. And this was only further frustrating her.

As I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I was looking at bright blue eyes. My own eyes were light brown so whenever she came to surface, which was extremely rare, her blue eyes overtook my own. Most wolves experienced gold or yellow eyes with their wolves while Alpha's and Beta's experienced. Red. I always felt like the odd one out when I was in my wolf form. We didn't get to spend much time together since we were omegas, so I did not know too much about my wolf side like I wish I did. I did know she was a feisty one.

My wolf issues seemed a lot minor compared to what I really needed to focus on and that was setting up for the Alpha's.

By the time I got to the second bedroom, I was already sweating. Making a bed was a skill but making the Alpha's bed was a workout. It was a huge King and every time I walked to the other side it felt as though I had run a mile. This made me think about our Alpha and who made his bed up every day. I felt sorry for them.

By the time 2 o'clock rolled around, I was wrapping up the final touches of the last Alpha bedroom. All the laundry was put away and there was nothing more left for me to do. I always felt a sense of accomplishment when I finished my tasks on time.

There was a loud whistling sound from downstairs. This was Mooney's way of calling everyone to attention.

After grabbing my cleaning supplies, I made my way to the second floor where the Beta's would be staying to check on Melody's progress and help if she needed. But the bedrooms were closed shut and she stood in the hallway with a smirk on her face as if she was waiting for me. "Finally, you little slow poke. I've been waiting on you for ages!"

"Whatever" I said with a giggle. "You have some sweat beads on your eyebrow. Couldn't have been waiting that long".

"I just finished up. Who knew making beds would be that difficult"

Our laughter was interrupted by the sharp pain to my head once more. The screaming was back, and I could not hide my discomfort this time as I held my head in my hands.

My body began to tremble as fear replaced what ever feelings I was having. There was no sign of the need to be fearful outside of Mooney, but she was too busy trying to get everything together for the pack leaders. This fear did not seem to belong to me.

Fear was then replaced by calm.

Everything felt safe.

I opened my eyes to see Melody looking just as confused as I was. "Do you feel that?" Melody asked me wide eyed.