The Ulti-Mate Revenge

Part 11

Becca POV

Four years later...

I was back home. It was so good to be back in my bedroom. For four years I was not allowed back home. Of course I saw my family. They had all visited me but I was not allowed to leave the School. It was so good being back in England and not in cold Alaska. My skin was pale as the sun barely shone where we were. I had no mobile with no internet access, it meant that I had not seen my friends in four years. Although Liam had told me that they had returned two years ago it was not fair.

I collapsed on my bed. It felt so soft and smelled of flowers. I lay spread-eagled on the bed doing snow angels. My bedroom door opened and I sat up.

'It is so good to have you home.' My mother came in and gave me a hug. She had been hugging me since I came back an hour ago. The pack members had received me sombrely. I wonder what they had been told about my absence.

'I missed my room, I missed home, I missed everyone even Liam.' I said and my mother sat next to me on the flowered quilt.

'Liam is will soon be Alpha now, he has great responsibilities. But we must have a ball. A huge one signally your return.' I held my mother's hands.

'You think that is right?' I was doubtful that a party would be a great idea. The less people I faced right now the better.

'Of course, my daughter is back and I am so happy we will have a party, we could not celebrate your ascent to womanhood. See it as a belated 19th birthday party.' Nineteen was a special time to werewolves. It was the time females were seen as adults and when males were eligible to ascend to be alphas.

'Mom, I don't think that would be a good idea.' I said again and my mother held my face.

'Fine, but Liam's ascension to be Alpha of the Pack is in two months. Maybe we could squeeze a double celebration in there?' My mother said and I smiled nodding my head.

After a long soak in the flowered scented bath and putting on my clothes or rather old clothes. They were four years old. For the past four years I had been wearing one style: A plain brown t shirt with green combat trousers and heavy black boots. My hair had been cut and I was happy to let it grow back. It was just around my ears. Hopefully I could get it styled soon.

I put on a pair of jeans and a tank top with a pair of trainers. It felt good to be in proper clothes. I had lost weight but my muscles had developed. I had used my 'prison' to tone my body.

I went downstairs and stood in shock as I saw Tessa, Clare, Ann and Mia waiting for me in the reception room.

'Oh.' I said they stood up and we had a group hug and a group cry.

A long while later we were in my bedroom lounging on the bed and the window seat reminiscing about our time away.

'We missed you so much. Life has been hell being back.' Ann was saying. She had developed nicely. She was still petite but she had filled out her curves and she was sporting a bit of a Goth look. Dark hair, black lipstick, piercings, yeah that kind of look.

'My dad insists I work with him and my brothers at the gym. That scene gets old fast.' Clare said her muscles were even more pronounced. She looked like a wrestler.

'So what do you guys do now?' I asked as we caught up on the last four years.

'I am a personal trainer at the gym.' Clare divulged and I nodded. I was not surprised she had always been the tomboy.

'I got accepted at Uni and I'm studying to be a primary school teacher.' Mia admitted shyly. She was still quiet but more confident.

'She also found her mate.' Tessa said bubbling next to me on the bed.