Forged in Blood #Watty's 2017 [Being Re-uploaded]

WTF MOM!!

I stared at this male with a glare I knew even my mother withered away from, but he sat silently looking into my eyes.

"You've got my-" Irritated I answered what he was going to say quickly "temper, eyes, lips and nose. I seem so much like my mother on body structure and rosy like cheeks but just seem to have that mean look in my eyes. That's what you were going to say wasn't it, that's what my other father, your twin brother used to say all the time before he offered me to rouges so what the fuck do you want?"

He looked taken back by my outburst but didn't say a word, he just looked up happily to my mother who mirrored his surprise and love. I wanted to growl, damn I wanted to rip the couch I was sitting on to shreds and prove a point right now but as a princess/ future queen of werewolves until the boys coronation and my coronation as their mate I needed to use democracy instead of violence to find out why the fuck my father's (dead) twin brother was in my mother's parlor making happy googly eyes at her.

I stood up angrily, starting to pace the parlor as I felt Sai scratching at the surface, she was extremely pissed to find that the rouge who was chasing me, happened to be my father, one of two of my mother's mates and one of the reasons my mom's other mate, his twin brother tried killing me for not being a boy.

I could feel my claws dig their way out but I couldn't hurt him now could I? Mother looked happy like she used to when her and da-I mean Tim were together at pack bonfires or parties when my older pack mates started finding their mates. Those events that made me think the pack life would continue on as it was forever until my 15th birthday.....
I shook away the thoughts that came of death and sadness in the pack.

Looking back up to the male who if I knew any better could easily be mistaken for Tim, I dug my nails into my arms feeling how they started making welts meanwhile my claws started pushing their way out of my arm every time I looked at his smug ugly face. Thoughts of birth, triumph in training, happiness, celebrations, death from as long as I can remember. I watched my mother get up from the wolf's side practically running to her front door with a look of pure terror on her face as she did so, she wasn't scared of anyone I knew including my mates so why that reaction, I heard the door open and six familiar voices were heard walking into the house. I didn't dare turning my head knowing that they knew it was me by scent staring at my father like he was a ghost I wouldn't mind killing once again.

One of the twins grabbed my shoulders trying to get my attention but I wasn't going to, I wanted these wolves out now, this was where my "den mother" lives and I wasn't leaving like a sore pup being scolded to head to my bedroom for fighting brutally over my own hunt that I caught that had been stolen by another wolf. Believing Mike was the wolf who was behind me I kept my stance staring as I smelt a coopery sticky substance I knew as my own blood run down my arms and drip on to the ground, someone grabbed my arm again but stronger, enough to hurt me or bruise me which wasn't an easy thing to do.

I quickly turned around and slapped Jake hard knowing I could feel the pain too but didn't care, I ripped my arm from his grasp and started walking out the door to MY pack healer's home.

Jasmine was a special type of wolf they used to say when my father was alpha and I was just a young curious pup, they'd say she protected the pack from spirits luring away angry rouges that intended taking us from our mothers and using us as soldiers against our fathers. I believed it all until one day while we had story time with her we had an omega who seemed hurt come back from training, since our pack considered our omegas equals, but he was bloodied up instead of bruised like most wolves. It took him 5 minutes to finally pronounce why he had come before dying at the feet of me and my young pack mates. There had been a rouge attack that took casualties, it had been the first attack I had lived through, but the worst of them all was Jasmine's father....he had died protecting my own from the grasp of the rouge's leader.
I always apologized saying if it weren't for me he'd be alive but she said I saved her by being the pup who begged for her to stay with us so they wouldn't hurt us, but her father's sacrifice was now in vain thanks to my own father....

I realized I was at her door and slowly knocked before receiving a mind link.'Come in Sara'
I slowly opened the door seeing her standing there smiling with her arms open for a hug, I rushed up hugging her tightly as if she were a sibling I hadn't seen in so long. I looked to her neck noticing beautiful designs and swirls of the moon overlook small wolf pups. She always was looking at my neck when I looked up but she already knew of that from when they marked me before our trip here "How's Lance doing with the pups?" I was the first to talk smiling while pointing to the mark on her neck.
See she hadn't really let her mate mark her until recently when they had twins seeing she really did love him she had finally let him mark her after 2 years together. She smiled widely, "I think he's the one who needs a babysitter for himself instead of the boys", we laughed before hugging once again.

"I missed you Sara"
"I missed you too Jasmin, now let's go see your baby boys"