Every month, 50 young ladies are debuted for the selection and are presented to Alpha Alphie Adornavonte, but Five are the final candidates to be of this crippled Alpha's lady-in-waiting. However, he has grown rather fond of this same archaic procedure over and over again.
Hence, every time the so called she-wolves when brought upon his attention he would randomly pick the one being pointed at by his middle finger.
It is a process which is accustomed to happen every year in order for keep safe security reasons, but who says that one would last a week or so? For Alpha A is known for his unusually, impeccable temperament, he would curse over trivial matters and slacks off to avoid tending to his duties.
Some say it is because of his impalement others rather be it, a mouth say of how he his unable to shift.
Despite constant failure of winning this warm bloodied's heart, the young she wolves are still persuaded by their elderly household members to attend the selection with good hope of being the top candidate in exchange of dowry and protection from the higher ranking wolves who are on good terms with the Alpha.
" I take the blonde ", I heard his forced voice but my eyes were caught up in everything around me. Who would have thought that a place like this could even count as an existence?
It was so out of a fictional movie... But before I could slumber any further with this glamorous view with the addition of my mixed up thoughts, I felt a low brush on my shoulder as if someone was gesturing me for something but didn't want to make it obvious to the public's eye.
I glanced towards the lady on my right, she kept a straight face, but her nose admits it differently. I rekeed of dead wolf.
And when I shifted my attention to the surrounding, everyone's gaze was a'aim towards me. I looked to the front, the Alpha's alter or so I had been informed, it was him seated there with nothing but leisure.
The difference is that his eyes are now darker than they were the previous night. His head was resting on his stick supported by the right arm while the middle finger of his left hand seemed to be pointing towards somethin-... Towards me!
An underestimation for laying low, despite everyone's piercing gaze, I made my way towards him with my head lifted high despite my earlier mention that I reek of dead wolf.
Wondering about how I ended up in this situation, well I'm as surprised at the moment. Only if I could get hold of this thing they call curiousity.
" You're all dismissed!", he commanded portraying a true alpha vibe but I'm not intimidated by it not until my curiosity is satisfied, here comes that word again.
I made my way following everyone going out through the the main exit.
" Not you blonde, did I say you could leave", he was pissed. And this time, I felt it.
...
I had just arrived at our camping home in lake vounty near the heavy forest. I always end up forgetting it's name, but one thing that has stood in mind is that it's deadly.
Even though it took ages to finally convince my parents to allow me to visit the vounty I'm glad I made it here. All the keep safe talk for an incident that occurred 11 years ago.
I expected auntie Amelia to be bedridden of how seriously ill she sounded in her letters. But after looking for her through the entire house she was nowhere on site.
Rather than waste the entire noon wondering about a grown woman who knows what she's doing, I begun surveying the area. The first thing that I did was head upstairs to my room to reload my luggage.
But when I got there it seemed way to small than I remembered from back in the days. Time surely flies indead.
I opened the upper drawer to pack my clothes and then I saw wolfuf my childhood stuffed animal. It looks like Auntie Amelia had placed him back there.
I stared at him for a few more seconds and then exited the room living everything in the open.
Despite my mood becoming sour, I made my way to the kitchen to at least make myself a bow of rice. No matter how upset you are don't let your anger mess with an empty stomach.
I had just sat down in the living room ready to start eating my bow of rice when I heard voices from the back of the cottage.
I wore my slippers and went to check who it was, but it turned out to be my Aunt with two boys that seemed slightly older than me.
" Marse! You came?", she charged towards me.
" I thought I might surprise you but I'm the one getting surprised, what's up with the guns?", I asked while she held me in a tight hug.
" Honey, it seems that your eyes are still sharper than your brain. I called you here because I'm sick and yet all you notice is a gun and not your own auntie?"
Marlise rubbed her nose is in embarrassment avoiding the two boys gazes. " Since my eyes are sharp, I can see that you're not sick at all".
Amelia pulled out of their embrace, lifted her right bandaged arm and showed it to Marlise as she led her inside.
" I got bitten by a disobedient cat"
" Is it worse?", Marlise asked with s full mouth. " No, not when I kill the little one".
" Okay", she replied since she isn't a fun of cats. Then added, " I saw wolfuf, you hid him from me. I thought you said you believed me?"
Amelia took a deep sigh, stared at her niece direct in the eye for an extra five seconds then made her way upstairs to her room to take a shower.
Marlise shook her head and went back to eating, no one believed her anyways so why bother. Since the area has less network and connectivity is impossible, she turned on the old television for a short entertainment.
She got enclosed in the documentary about endangered species and by the time that it was over, it was already passed noon and the sun had already set.
During this time her Aunt had not descended the stairs after her earlier departure. Having endured a long journey from home to here, Marlise was exhausted, hence, she went back to her room for an early nap.
Unbeknownst to her attention, Amelia was pacing about the entire room contemplating on something if she told her.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking in cycles, Amelia eventually sat down removing the bandages from her arm.
Martin one of the boys from earlier made his way inside, " it looks worse than I expected, cat gat some teeth for a mare omega. Let me take a look".
He took hold of the first aid kit and begun cleaning her wound, " The bite is really deep, what do we do?", he asked.
" I think it's high time that the girl has her first real Hunt", Amelia underlined.
" And by that you mean?"
" The coming night it's the full moon and if I don't kill the little one I might end up transforming into one of them, and he might end reveling is runk. Tonight, she comes with us"
I'm the type of person where by, the moment I just put my head on something, I would immediately slumber off to sleep.
But today hits differently, I seemed to have diverted into an immersion of previous lucid dreams from ages ago. Maybe it's a welcome back to the original whereabouts of where it happened.
I could feel my self sweating purposely, my clothes are now wet and so are the sheets.
It is the moment in which you can look but can't see no matter how hard you try.
I was about to give up as I felt the waters around me get more shallow, until, I felt my aunt calling my name repeatedly with a persistent shook.
I trembled whole over, it was happening again.
" Marse!", she called out. This time, loud and clearer. She continued, " did it happen again?"
" Yes, it did..", before I could finish my sentence, I paused. Why in the world are those two guys from earlier standing around my bed?
" Marse, this is Martin and this is Theo they are Brothers and they work for me. Boys, you've already seen my niece, Marlise but I prefer calling her Marse ", Amelia introduced.
" Nice meeting you, Marse", I glanced at this so called Martin extending his hand towards me, that foreign voice and the way it pronounced my name. So definitely my type.
I felt Amelia let out a low cough as if trying to signal me for something. I had left Martin's hand hanging while I was enclosed in my own thoughts.
Marlise, focus, I pinched my self a little hard before exchanging the gesture as well with Theo.
But why are they here fully dressed at this hour? I inwardly asked myself recalling those guns they were reloading when they came back from their so-called hunt.