Ashes to Ashes: The Female Alpha

Part Seven

The sky was beautiful today. It was a mixture of baby blue and a navy color, this was something I often noticed; how beautiful the sky looked whenever blood was about to be shed. I felt the wind kiss my skin as I stood on the opposite side of those who belonged to Mountain Ash, Blackrain stood beside me, all ready and excited to win. Today we would fight for our ranking, warrior against warrior, two packs becoming one.

It didn't surprise me when I saw no other women on the empty clearing, though I wished I did. Perhaps the Mountain Ash alpha was sexist? No. Alpha Rush seemed like a lot of things, but sexist wasn't one. It was not common for women to be in a powerful position, this was the way of the were world. It was expected of females to bare pups and take care of the home as the man would provide. It was a natural instinct we had, women would only fight if her pup were in danger. This is how it has been since the beginning of time, hundreds of years later and I have only known a few women to make a power play.

I had been born to become a warrior, the small indent of a crescent in the center of my forehead signified that. No one could tell me that I could not be where I am today. I was selected by the moon goddess herself and Apollo; and no one defied the gods. Well, except one person.

Alpha Arian Romanov. She was the first female alpha to ever exist, the devil born to the Rikers Pack, a barbaric pack in which no one wished to cross. Not even us. She was a force to be reckoned with, having lived with the morals of the infamous Warzone Pack, and infamous father, Andrei Romanov. She created a name for herself quickly after beheading her father and killing her brother, the next soon to be Alpha. No one knows where the pack resides, only one unfortunate soul was able to escape the pack.  A young girl named Kayla. She was mated to a guard, but fled as soon as she could. She quickly told the towns people of how horrific their land was, corpses propped up at the gate, brutality encouraged inside the border, pack members eating the flesh of any unlucky rogues who got too close to the pack. She told of how they would hunt rogues for sport, the kind ones who didn't have a home to go to. Tallying off every kill. However, before she could lead the council to the hidden pack, she was found dead. Her body hung from a ceiling, the word 'RAT' carved into her stomach. The council feared the damage this pack could do; how could they get in the walls of the village? No one knew. The only thing they did know was that the pack never attacked unless provoked. So the council made a nationwide order, stop the scouting for the Rikers Pack, do not attempt to look for it, if the word Riker is even breathed, let it go. And so, the legend of the Red Devil was born.

"Black Ash Pack," my attention was called away from my thoughts. Alpha Rush began again, "today you will all fight for your place, whether it be guard, a pack fighter, the beta, or gamma. Do not disappoint me," the was an edge to his voice. A warning to the wolves who he personally trained.

The two Alphas stood next to each other, their eyes watching every one of our movements. Rush looked annoyed, while Samuel seemed calm. Though we could all feel the tension between the two, Alphas were not meant to share power unless it was with their other half.

"Joshua, step forward," it was Samuel who spoke this time.

"Steven," Rush nodded him forward. The two would battle for the position as Gamma. The two wolves moved towards the center, where everyone could see. Steven has an average build, a creepy smirk playing on his face as he and Joshua begin to circle each other. His eyebrows crinkled together, his eyes watching Joshua's form, catching every movement.

He lunged, but Joshua dodged the attack by half an inch. They begin to circle again, this time Joshua attacks first. He swings his left arm to his opponent's stomach. I saw as it made contact but the wolf didn't even flinch. Joshua looked wide eyed at the man, shock covering his pale face. It was all Steven needed to get a good shot at Joshua's face. They continued to attack back and forth, landing a few good shots here and there, but in the end, Steven had won.