Awakening Alpha Henderson

CHAPTER ONE

AMELIA

"Run keep running", my father shouted and panted at the same time.

My name is Amelia, a rogue and banished lone wolf formerly from Moonshine City Pack. I was ten and couldn't get a hang of what was going on. The only thing I understood from the whole ruckus was we were been chased, chased in the most brutal way by people from the pack we once lived in. Although they were all carrying burning torches, I recognized a face or two chasing us alongside others. After all I have lived in the pack since I was born.

The sound of the rustling leaves and the snapping of twigs in the near distance was a cue they were catching up to us. They were all warrior werewolves, speed and agility, a well known characteristics of warrior werewolves. My parents were ordinary werewolves, so it was fair that the former was faster than the latter. I wasn't contributing positively to the situation either, I was crying at the top of my voice.

I was very young and my first shift was far from me. My father shape shifted to defend us. In a twinkling, he transformed into a huge wolf, his fur a mixture of brown and white. That was the first and last time I saw him in both his human and wolf form. He suffered a lethal blow to his underbelly whilst trying to defend us from another wolf who tried attacking us from the rear. It was a terrible bloody fight.

"Run, keep running, my father shouted whilst defending us.

With tears in my mother's eyes, she threw me on her back and fled the scene leaving my father to his gruesome fate. He died in that fight. We ran for quite a while with the cold leaves slapping my face and forest tree thorns searing my flesh. With each sear to my flesh, I felt excruciating pain with tears finding its way down my cheeks.

Running out of breath, my mother decided to take a rest and search for water. With her teary eyes and weary face, she searched around for water but there was no single body of water in sight.

"Momma I called, I see a cottage ahead. Let's go check if they will be kind enough to offer us some water to quench thirst". My mother heeding to me found way to the cottage. Unfortunately, it was the beginning of our unending woes.

The owner of the cottage was a werewolf hunter. Werewolf hunters have the ability to perceive wolves. Sensing danger, my mother shifted to her wolf form. I scurried to a corner of the cottage shaking vehemently. Even in the midst of the chaos, I took in my mother's wolf form. Adorable and admirable were the two adjectives which could be used to qualify it. It was a beautiful mixture of white and black scattered around giving it a polka dot appearance.

My mother was swift in defense but the werewolf hunter was fierce with his attacks. He attacked my mother with a metal weapon made of thick pure silver rendering my mother bedridden till date and destroying her feral nature because of the injuries the weapon meted out to her.

Managing to get out of the hunter's grasp, my mother placed me firmly on her back and ran through the forest in her wolf form without looking back, the werewolf hunter still hot on our trail. My mother was losing it all. It's either we die at the hands of the werewolf hunter or at the hands of the warrior wolves. Either way we were at the verge of death, solely at the mercy of death, with no glimmer of hope in sight.

My mother could barely run and my hands and feet were becoming cold and numb. All hope been lost, we resigned to fate with my mother still in her wolf form lying on one side of her belly and me by her side crying. Just in time, a big black wolf appeared with a lady along side him striding towards our direction.

The wolf coming closer to us walked stealthily and sniffed my mum all round as if he was been wary of us or something. My mother gathered her last strength and shape shifted back to her human form which was entirely because of me. It was her clarion call for help, telling them we were harmless and helpless.

Seeing my mother shape shift was the most painful and traumatic experience I had seen. The breaking and the cracking of bones which I later experienced when I was sixteen. We were taken to a cottage and my mother was taken into another room by the lady and the big black wolf who later transformed to an elderly man in his fifties.

I stayed at the corner of the cottage my eyes fixated on the wooden floor board unable to say a word, my hands and feet numb with blood seeping out from the wounds I had sustained. A boy not more than thirteen came over to me and cleaned my wounds and dirt streaked face. About to leave, I held firmly to his forearm. That singular gesture of mine lifted his shirt sleeve a little showing a tattooed drawing of a half crescent moon on his arm.

Still tugging to his arm, he felt pity and sat beside me singing me to sleep. All the while, I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face. The only recognizable feature of him I remember was the tattooed drawing on his forearm. When I woke up the next day the boy was gone. I was disappointed because I had resolved to thank him for his hospitality.

I am twenty-five years old, living my life like every other human being trying as much as possible to avoid places with mystic creatures especially wolves in Mupin city. Deep within, I still hoped to cross paths with the young boy who gave me hope and thank him properly. I had sworn not to have anything to do with wolves or packs anymore, and with years of practice and experience, I have learnt to suppress my feral nature. I resolved to reject my mate if he or she ever found me.