The Mermaid Stole My Alpha

Chapter 13

••••Arrissa Forrest••••

Instead of shreiking back in fear, I float, mezmerized by the beauty of this creature. He seems content with me and that is all I would want right now, especially since this beast is capable of rippiping me to shreds.

I gaze upon his blue shimmering scales. They are beautifully wrapped around his enormus body. For a second I realize how deep I have really ventured, for a brute this size would need what looks like 50 feet to sistain his enormous body.

His scales fold into an ombré at the bottom of his body. Dark blue, then light blue, then pale blue, and finally white. He has enormous leafy wings that extent about 20 feet in width. Bubbles slowly make their escape to the surface from his nostrils.

I'm so in awe by this creature that I forget about my lingering air supply. The sea dragon seems to notice, so he swims upward to the surface. I quickly follow.

When I get there I gasp for air. The sea dragon looks at me curiously, like I'm the only werwolf he's seen so far in the ocean. I can tell he senses me, and I appear to not be a threat.

The blue dragon notices the gold piece of jewelry clenched tightly in my right hand. He nods his head up and down pointing to the beach with his head. Then the majestic creature swims gracefully towards the shore, me following close behind.

••••Cameron Frost••••

I keep thinking about her. Everywhere I go, there she is. There are triggers everywhere; her favorite flower full in bloom, the way the pine trees look when we use to play games together, her picture, her favorite blanket, the way the sky looks, everything.

I want to forget her. I'm trying so hard to mend the pain. But how could I forget the person who's given me so much love and admiration? She made me enjoy even the little things in life. Oh how I miss her!

Her death was my fault.

And what's worse, is that the biggest trigger of all, is Arctic.

••••Arctic Defina••••

I walk slowly towards the pack house, careful not to draw any attention. I have to find their library. That will be the only place that I can find the answers to my questions.

As I draw nearer, I think about what I witnessed days before my arrival. The thought sends goosebumps down my back and up my arms. But I can't think about that right now. I must focus on the task I am to face when I step into the library's door.

I gently squeeze the cool brass metal of the door handle, that leads to the library, and pull it towards my body. To my surprise, there is about 10 kids running around joyfully, books in hand or wide open in front of their big green and brown eyes. The library is huge to my surprise: three stories tall.

Glass windows surround the entire bottom floor. It smells like wood chips, pine trees, and cinnamon. I close my eyes as I inhale the scent.

There is a row of tables, chairs, and luxurious couches right as you walk in. The oak bookshelves are lined up horizontally against the north wall. Then there is birch bookshelves lined up vertically and horizontally on all sides of the walls, and also in the middle of the huge space.

Books of every kind occupy every space available on the heavy shelves. Pictures, murals, and artwork are organized neatly onto the walls. Modern art and statutes are placed ontop of the shorter shelves.

There are so many book shelves that I could be lost for days trying to find what I'm looking for.

I awkwardly make my way towards the back, hand on my right elbow, when suddenly I run into a little boy. He tumbles backward with the book he was holding in his hand.

"Oh I'm sorry Miss," he says as he rubs his eyes and gets up, and clutches his book, "I was in a hurry and didn't see you there." The little boy with brown hair and green eyes stands up. He looks about 8-years-old.

I crouch down to his level. "Oh it's alright. I was just looking for a special kind of book." I take a quick glance at the book he's holding beside him. "Mermaids and Mythology huh?" I ask. He nods his head like he's about to revive a favorite treat.

"You know," I whisper quietly, "I could tell you all about that stuff."

"Really?" his eyes light up.

"Yes, but only on one condition."

"Anything. I'll do anything. This is m-my favorite topic."

"Mine too. I need help finding a very special book. What's your name?"

"Bay. My name is Bay."

"Well Bay, my name is Arctic. It's very nice to meet you. The book I'm looking for is called Blue Moon Pack."

Bay smiles cheerfully, "hey that's the name of my pack."

"I know," I reply with an even bigger smile.

He grabs my hand and walks me upstairs.

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THE BOY IN THE PICTURE IS BAY ALBATROSS.