Tansy's Reign

Chapter One

Author's Note

Something random that I'm writing, inspired by a previous work on here that I never continued. Let's see where things go, huh? A comment, like, and following is always appreciated! Read it fast, cause I'm probably going to place it on Amazon since I've been here for six years and haven't seen a cent!  

Sunday mornings were spent lazing around the Godspeed's property. With four-hundred acres unfolding in every direction, there was no lack of entertainment to the peaceful pack of thirty-eight.

Tansy Godspeed grew up with these idle days, and, until this morning, she assumed she would spend the remainder of her life enjoying Sunday mornings in peace and quiet.

For Tansy, it wasn't unusual for her mother to pull her out of bed early. It meant they had time to run to the market for breakfast or enjoy the early sun in the garden. Her mother passed down her greenthumb, and together, they created an acreage of vegetation for the pack to share.

But, this morning proved to be different.

Upon waking, her mother roughly shook Tansy into consciousness, forcibly pulling the nineteen-year-old out of her dreams. Her warm hands stayed on Tansy's shoulders, even after her eyes shot open.

"Sweetheart," she spoke in a soft voice. The light from outside was hardly filtering through Tansy's thin curtains. It was early early. "Come downstairs with me, Tansy. Quickly, please." Despite her mother's tender smile, there was something off in her expression. Her words seemed rushed, despite the careful control she attempted to maintain.

Despite taking command of the Birch Grove Pack as High Alpha at the young age of twenty-four, her mother grew into her role gracefully. She was a tall woman with willowy features. Her long dark hair grew past her shoulders and reminded Tansy of raven feathers. This morning, she wore her nightclothes, as if she only just rose from bed.

"Alright," Tansy said in a quick breath. She turned around in her bed, until her face dug into her pillow and her body curled away from her mother's offending hand. "Just, five more minutes though, momma."

"No," her mother disagreed. "Up, now."

Her mother hardly used harsh tones, but today, she stared at Tansy with eyes shining gold. It was unlike her mother to show her status as High Alpha. The last time Tansy saw her eyes that yellow was the same night her older sister, Rose, stumbled in reeking of booze, sex, and human.

"Okay, I'm— I'm getting up," Tansy recognized something was off in the way her mother moved around the room and scooped up a sweatshirt and a pair of tennis shoes.

She placed the items on Tansy's bed.

"Hurry," her mother said. "Put your shoes on now. The sweater can wait."

Tansy turned to glance out the window, morning frost covered the glass panes and an inch of snow rested on the exterior frame. Naturally, Tansy knew it was below thirty-degrees outside. She wouldn't be worried if she was a Beta or Alpha. But Tansy was an Omega, a weak shifter who could almost be classified as human if it wasn't for her uncanny knack for scent.

Omegas were like that. Some had strength. Some could outrun even the fastest Alpha. And others inherited noses stronger than a bloodhound's.

"What's happening?" Tansy asked. She attempted to keep her voice calm despite her quickening heartbeat. There was trouble coming, she could feel it.