Fates Intertwined

One

Allison's Pov

I slowly grab my phone from the side table to turn off my alarm and pull the blanket hiding my face. I sit up on the bed, stretching my arms, yawning, and getting out of bed. I put on my slippers and head to the bathroom to get ready for work.

This is my everyday routine: wake up, work, come back home, sleep, and then repeat. After years, I've finally gotten used to it, and I find my life very peaceful. Although it's boring, I enjoy every bit of my freedom. It's been years since I lived with my pack. I miss my parents, but they understood why I wanted to leave.

I stare at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. My mind feels blank at the moment; I don't know what to think about. I step into the bathtub, close the shower curtain, and turn on the hot and cold water. I close my eyes as the water runs down my body, enjoying every minute of this. I get startled by a loud bang from my neighbors.

Every morning they do this, always fighting. I'm starting to get irritated, even after complaining to the landlord, nothing has been done. I get out of the bathtub and get ready for work. I have a simple office job at a construction company; it pays well, but not too well.

Finally arriving at work, I greet the receptionist, Kayla, a bright woman who can make your day with just her smile. I head to my desk, leave my bag, and go to the kitchen to make myself coffee. They have an espresso machine that I love so much and would never pass up the opportunity to make my daily coffee every morning.

"Did you hear Mr. Moore is retiring? His son will be taking over the company," one of my co-workers says.

"Really? Aww, but I love Mr. Moore," Charlotte says.

"Ugh, that old geezer. I'm glad he's leaving; I might take my chance with his son," Susan speaks. I roll my eyes, not surprised at her reaction.

"Suzy, you do know his son is married, with twin daughters. I doubt you'd even have a chance," Charlotte says. Without looking, I can tell she's rolling her eyes.

"Well, you never know. Men are easy to please," she says. Guessing by what she said, I don't think Susan was ever loved by her father. Mr. Moore told me in one of our small conversations that his son Alex loved his wife so much that he was ready to die for her. The devotion that man has for his wife doesn't come easily to other people.

I walk out of the kitchen with my coffee and start working on the paperwork that's piling up on my desk. After what feels like many hours, my stomach grumbles out of hunger as I remember that I didn't have breakfast.

"Hey Allison, do you want to join us for lunch?" Charlotte offers with a smile on her face.

"Not today, but thank you. I'm just going to finish the rest of the paperwork," I tell her. She nods with a small smile and walks away.

I take out the toasted sandwich I made and walk to the kitchen to take a seat. A few of my co-workers are sitting in the kitchen to eat lunch, although it can get crowded in here on some days.

My phone rings, and I reach in my pocket to pull it out and see who it is. I smile as "mom" flashes on top of the screen.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey sweetie, I'm with your father; you're on speaker phone," she says.

"Hey dad, I miss you guys. How've you been?"

"We're good. We want to know when you'll be visiting us," my dad asks, and my smile drops. After so many years, I didn't feel the need to go back. My parents are the ones who occasionally come see me rather than me going there.

"Uh, dad, I'm really busy with work. You know I can't come visit," I tell them.

"Sweetie, you do know the Full Moon ceremony is happening this month, and since you've settled down from traveling and are working, I think you should come to the ceremony this year, as you've missed the past 8 years of the ceremonies, and I'm scared that your wolf might get weaker." Although my mom was right, I have been feeling disconnected from my wolf.

The Full Moon ceremony happens once a year, where we draw power from the moon goddess to strengthen our werewolves. Every pack performs this ceremony with the help of a witch. I wanted to leave my old life, but I can't deny that I'm not human, and I can never be normal.

"Fine, I'll take some time off work and come back for a visit and do the ceremony," I tell them, and I hear my mom squeal with happiness.

"That's great, love you, honey."

"Bye, mom and dad. Love you guys," I say and hang up the call. I finish my sandwich and head back to my desk to draft a letter so I can take some time off work.

I wasn't feeling up to it to go back to my pack. I know how people will talk behind my back for leaving. I can imagine how my parents are doing because of me leaving the pack. Leaving the pack is something a werewolf can never do unless you are banned and you end up a rogue.

My decision to leave was selfish; in a pack, you don't have a sense of identity as you live with so many other people. Unless you are an alpha, beta, or a warrior, you're a nobody in a pack. I don't understand how werewolves actually do not care about how we live. Yes, having a pack is to protect our own kind as we are hidden in the real world.

I just could not take the fact that I have to give up everything to serve someone and other people. Call me selfish, but I found peace in being alone. It is normal for werewolves to work and make a living; it's not normal to leave your pack. After it took some time to convince my alpha to allow me to leave, I didn't want to go back and live with my pack again. It was an unimaginable horror.