Rogue Alpha Queen

Chapter Sixty-Nine

It didn't take long for winter to come and snow began falling from the sky. Me personally, I hate winter. I hate the cold and I hate snow. Snow brings back memories of when I was with my old pack. How they used to drag me outside during winter and beat me black and blue, blood pouring out of my wounds, making the white snow turn red.

Then, they'll leave me outside for hours upon hours, sometimes even days. My fingers and toes always turned blue and I had to snuggle close to the pack house to stay clear of the wind which sometimes work on a rare occasion. So, it's easy to say that I hate snow with a passion.

But watching Azrael play with a group of pups after a training session, chasing after them with one on her back, the girl's tiny arms wrapped around my mate's neck to hang on, it made me laugh as I stood at the sidelines. Wearing warmer clothes that Azrael had made for me not that long ago.

Today's session made me aching all over with some bruises forming here and there, but nothing too bad that would make Azrael and her wolf snap  and forced me back to our room, but enough where the two of them got protective over me and refused to let any of the warriors get too close.

That was, until Azrael was dragged off by a bunch of pups who were really excited to see the Alpha and forced her to play with them using begs and their puppy eyes.

Pups, I swear. Can make the meanest wolf play with them until their parents come to collect them or they get too tired to play anymore.

Sighing to myself, catching sight of my breath from how cold it was, I saw someone familiar in the corner of my eye. Turning, I saw Elder Silverstar, the old man with a bunch of scars, from the meeting not that long ago. He was the one that wanted to attack the false king's forces immediately after we were attacked.

But despite being a fool, old, and much weaker than what he was like in his prime, Elder Silverstar tends to teach a helpful lessen or two whenever he comes over to the training grounds which happens from time to time. Today being one of them.

Like right now, he noticed a hewolf not throwing a punch properly and is currently helping him with that and teaching him how to not hurt himself while punching someone. I might not like the elder, but I do respect him enough to not punch him in the face.

Softly laughing to myself as I looked away from Elder Silverstar and the hewolf, I hummed when a little body bumped into me and looked down to see a somewhat familiar set of black hair.

The boy oof at impact and had fell on his behind, rubbing his nose before looking up at me with innocent, bright blue eyes. Hadn't I seen those eyes before?

Putting my hands on my knees and lowering myself slightly to be closer to his height, I smiled. "Are you alright?" He nodded his head. His face all red from the cold as he wore heavy fur clothing. He seemed to be seven or eight. Maybe slightly younger. Werewolf pups tend to be taller than normal human children so it's a little hard guessing their ages.

Plus, depending on their rank of their parents, they could be six but have a height of an eleven-year-old.

Taking in his scent, an old memory flashed in my head. The night the pack went on a run and Azrael protected me and a pup from vampires who smelled the large amount of blood from battle. His name is Flint right? That's what Azrael called him.

"Flint," The pup perked up at the name and I relaxed at that. At least I know his name and didn't call him something else, that would have been embarrassing. "why aren't you playing with the other pups and Azrael? They seemed to be having a great time."

Looking over at Azrael, I chucked to see the swarm of pups climbing on top of her, making the Alpha fall to the snowy ground with a loud, playing groan as more pups moved on top of her. Pinning her down on the ground with their little bodies. Shaking my head, I looked back at Flint.

"I play with them but-but now I wanna play with you." Flint spoke with a giant smile, unable to keep still as he shifted from foot to foot. His hands in fists which he eagerly waved in the air.

I tilted my head to the side, my smile twitching from amusement even though my hands were shaking from fear. Still after all these months, I'm not used to being around pups. Mostly that's my fault since I've been activate avoiding them and try not to socialize with them whenever they're near.

"Are you sure about that? I'm not a really fun person. I'm pretty boring to be honest." I chuckled nervously.

Flint shook his head. "No! I wanna play with you, Luna. Pretty please!" Flint begged, giving me those puppy eyes and letting out small whimpers to get what he wants. Which instantly worked.

Feeling something snap inside of me, as well as my wolf moving around in the back of my mind, I sighed and gave in. "Find. I'll play with you-oh!" My eyes widened when Flint jumped onto me, wrapping his tiny arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. "Play! Play!" Flint yelled in my ear, making me wince as I wrapped my arms around him so he would fall while I stood up.

Thank the Goddess my wound finally healed up all the way and I no longer have to wear the bandages.

"What do you want to play?" I asked, looking down at Flint. Calming down just slightly, Flint put a finger on his chin as he thought of something. After a few seconds, sparkles formed in his eyes and he snapped back to me. "Rabbit?"

Rabbit? I tilted my head confused. "I don't know what that is." Flint's eyes widened and he let out a a tiny gasp. "You don't know rabbit?" I shook my head. "It's where the big bad wolf chases after the rabbit and has to catch it. If you catch the rabbit, you win!" So...something like tag? Easy enough.

"Okay, we can play rabbit." Grinning to ear to ear before jumping out of my arms, Flint ran off a few steps before stopping and turning back to me, seeing me still stand there, watching him. "You have to catch me, silly Luna!"

Softly chuckling, I rolled my shoulder and started to chase after Flint. He let out a burst of laughter from my sudden burst of movement and quickly began to run away. Using everything to his advantage to keep away from me. Even though sometimes he'll use other people to block my path and make me stumble.

Is this what Azrael has to deal with whenever we play chase? I'm starting to see why she likes it so much.