Power

Visitor From The Ocean

A couple of weeks passed since Ivy confirmed her worst fear. News of her being a "fish" spread quickly within the pack. The pack members were generally pleasant, albeit most of them ignored her. Some people would give her chilly stares now and then, but no one had tried to harm her, which was good. There were lovely people like Claire who were fascinated by what she was and wanted to help her in any way they could.

Isabel would introduce her to new people as they toured the pack grounds. The Alphas, on the other hand, had not spoken to Ivy since the day they met her, and she was unsure of why. She wanted to know what was going on with the witches and her sacrifice situation. It was safe to conclude that, while the Alphas permitted her to stay on their premises, they were still apprehensive of her because they had guards following her everywhere she went.

The guards did their best to remain out of sight, but this did nothing to alleviate the peculiar feeling of being watched. It wasn't a pleasant condition to be in, but Ivy would have to deal with it until she could speak with the Alphas and request more privacy.

Ivy had learned a lot about the pack from Isabel. The pack was called Blood Moon, and there were hundreds of packs around the world with different names. Apparently, all packs normally consisted of two alphas, an alpha male and an alpha female, who were both equally powerful. A pack may have only one alpha if the alpha has not yet found his or her "mate," which appeared to be a human term for a girlfriend or spouse. Ivy wasn't sure and planned to inquire further with Isabel one day.

"And this is our training grounds. Call it personal bias, but we at the Blood Moon Pack have some of the best warriors and skilled wolves when it comes to fighting."  Isabel proudly said

Isabel had promised to take Ivy to the training fields so she could see what pack training looked like, and it was nothing like Ivy expected it to be.

The training field resonated with the sound of bare fists slamming against flesh, the sharp crack of bone contacting bone, and guttural moans of labor. People of both genders fought with a primordial ferocity that belied their appearance. Sweat glittered on their skin, and their muscles coiled and released like drawn bow tension. Each strike was premeditated, intended to hurt, teach, or harden. Blood was splattered across their jaws and knuckles, and the scent of iron mixed with the earthy smell of the grass underneath them. The air was heavy with the threat of violence.

Ivy considered the damage these wolves may cause in their animal form. She trembled visibly at the thought. Abs, blood, claws, growls, sweat, and lightning-fast motions were all around her. A tall, muscular man with chocolate hair started shouting orders with impatient grunts.

"That's Charles our brutal trainer. And that..." Isabel pointed to a tall shirtless boy with dyed ice-blue hair drinking a bottle of water.

"That is Charles's delicious-looking son, Ben. I hope he never finds his mate." Isabel whispered. Ivy opened her mouth to respond when a loud grunt attracted her attention. Two girls were fighting, but Ivy's gaze was fixed on the tanned girl with a forest green bob.

Raven.

She didn't like Ivy very much. Or at all. Her critical gaze always dissected Ivy every time she passed her. Ivy disliked Raven's attitude, but she could admit that Raven was a good fighter.

The air was thick with tension as the two girls faced off, gaze locked in an unspoken challenge. The blonde girl raised her hands, knuckles white from the pressure, while Raven bounced softly on her toes, every muscle coiled and ready. Blondie leaped forward, aiming a rapid jab at Raven's jaw. Raven dived to evade the attack, then responded with a fast kick to Blondie's side that hit with a solid thud.