Hunted by Fate and Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter Five

Rosalie was my big sister.

She was my idol. My super hero. My protector.

My ghost.

Rose was the rock in my family. She was my parents pride and joy and my closest friend.

Growing up, Rose and I were the daughters of the Packs Beta family. From a young age we were taught the proper edict of a she-wolf, specifically the role of a mate. We were taught how to clean, care for pups and how to raise them. However, Rose and I never liked the idea of being a submissive she-wolf. So, thats why we would often sneak off to play in the woods.

Thats where my best--and worst memories of Rose are — in the woods. We would often play near a small river in the forest and little did we know, this place would change our lives forever.

Our pack was very old fashioned and the male wolves had full dominance over the family, but unlike some others, I was born into a good loving family. My mother was the kindest, most beautiful women in the world and Rose took right after her. I didn't look like anyone in my family, but people would say that I had the same spirit as my father, always wanting to look for adventure.

I was close with my family and it was actually my mother who found my love for music. She and I would play instruments and sing together, often preforming for my family or pack.

The older we got, Rose always talked about how she was excited to meet her mate and that she would be an amazing mate and mother. But me, I didn't want a mate. I didn't like the idea of submitting to one person for the rest of your life and I never understood the reason for them. I liked to roam and do my own thing, not having people tell me what to do. And, if I were to fall love, it would be of my own choice. Definitely not by some "mate pull" that we are told about.

Life was easy and good, until our life quickly became opposite.

When I was 13 years old, my life changed forever. It was the day of the Red Moon and the whole pack was excited for the traditional celebration, especially Rose and I.

The red moon was a traditntal ceremony that allows us to re-connect with past spirits and to bond with our wolves. This was a tradition where everyone could participate and not have any age limits or sex restrictions like other ceremonies do.

Rose and I were helping our mother and the pack Luna set up the festivities for the celebration, when suddenly a large group of rouges invaded our territory. We, along with the rest of the women and children were evacuated to a bunker as our warriors fought them off.

I remember listening to the screams of our dying warriors as we all sat quietly in the pack house in lock down. I have never seen human formed werewolves be completely mauled and devoured by other wolf formed werewolves before. It was a moment in my life I will never be able to forget.

I remember being scared for my fathers safety and I kept feeling this sickening feeling in my stomach the longer the battle outside went on. I could tell something bad was going to happen and the worse was still yet to come.

But then as quickly as those rouges came, they were gone. My Alpha and Father told us that they had killed our invaders and that we only suffered a minor amount of deaths, but still an impactful amount. Even though everything was over, I could tell something wasn't right. There was something unsettling in the wind that was making me feel unsafe, and I seemed to be the only one to feel this way.

Later on that night when our parents thought Rose and I were sleeping, I snuck into Rose's room. I wanted to go to our hideaway and celebrate the red moon since the celebration never happened. I wanted to bond with the elemental spirits and with my wolf because this was new and exciting for a child. I still had that uneasy feeling, but I was naive and didn't care.