Moon Bound

(3) Her Song|Scarlet's POV|

Two years later

A night for celebration.

White fabrics draped overhead. Gentle wind rippling waves through the open tents elevated by the men this morning. Tables brought outside for the pack to sit around them. Meals arranged giving out mouthwatering aroma.

Everything for them. Just sit here in their happy chatter.

I was in my own bubble of silent misery, suspended at the edge of the world that I could no longer call mine to see everything around me like it was before the fall. Like a movie you replayed out of your own memories, one that could no longer be seen in movie theaters but gone.

The time before him when happiness existed.

I felt weary, trembling under the weight of the empty plates piled in my hands as my feet carried me back and forth, bringing what they needed for their celebration. Them—the pack I no longer called mine either.

"Hurry up! Chop-chop, chicas!" Cook Margo clapping her hands as she ushered us to be quicker brought me out of my daze. The world I remembered from before melting, I found myself inches away from bumping into her.

Shuffling aside to avoid the collision, I saw her freeze on her spot when she noticed me. A scowl spread on her face.

"Scarlet!" she called out, pointing a finger at me. "What are you doing still here? Aren't you supposed to be with the rest of the juveniles?"

I frowned at her. "Why would I be with them? I'm no longer a juvenile, ma'am," I pointed out in barely a whisper, hoping the pesky woman missed my remark.

Cook Margo didn't like it when others told her things she didn't agree with and I had a hunch she wasn't of the same opinion as me this time around.

Being a wolf, cook Margo's hearing was just fine, though. She pursed her lips and squinted her eyes at me, a thoughtful expression appearing on her face.

"Nonsense, girl," she concluded, shaking her head. A few strands of white hair fell out of the bun at the top of her head and she placed them behind her ear with an annoyed huff.

"Alpha Regan clearly said that every juvenile is expected to attend so don't tell me what you are or aren't and just go. And I hope you didn't miss your regular check up when you presumed you were no longer required to attend the ceremony," she added, clearly confused about the definition of a juvenile.

At the age of eighteen, I was no longer one. What I was though was much worse since an unshifted female had no worth for any pack.

"What are you waiting, Scarlet?" she prompted when I didn't move from my place. "You know as well as I do that he won't like it if you missed this season' Shifting ceremony."

I sighed. I didn't give a flying fuck what he liked or didn't, not really. Yet, with him being the alpha, I was supposed to act like I did.

"Go!" Cook Margo commanded with a wave of her hand and I nodded.

Bowing my head to the older and higher ranked wolves, I placed the plates on one of the tables and started making my way to the clearing where the Shifting was taking place.

Two years after losing my pack and being demoted to an omega, I had to follow not just the alpha's but everyone's orders and that was just one of the many downsides of being both the lowest ranked wolf and the outcast in this pack. It was such a drastic turn-around from two years ago that sometimes it made me wonder if I was ever that girl who was supposed to lead.