He looked immaculate in his crisp white shirt and dark trousers and he strode confidently through the crowd. His hair was still a shaggy wild mid length, slight stubble and those dark eyes were constantly trained on me. I felt him look me up and down admiring my dress and I gave him a smile.
"Alpha Alexander" Ivan nodded with respect. Alexander kissed me on the cheek softly and then graciously offered his hand in greeting to Ivan.
"Ivan good evening, thank you for making sure Helena didn't miss out on the dancing in my absence" he said kindly. "Of course, it is a privilege to dance with Luna Helena" Ivan replied.
I was so proud of him not being the jealous ape some mates were with their partners. He offered me his arm and with another nod to Ivan we moved to another bit of the dancefloor "ask Azalea to dance!" I mouthed as we separated and he gave me a shy grin back.
Finally back in Ale
Blinding lights hit me once more, in front of me a drunk, angry and unrecognisable Alexander staggered into view. He seemed to be on a cobbled streetl, the bright lights of a packed tavern displayed behind.He was dishevelled and bearded, dressed all in black as I had first known him. His air was so different to the man I knew, depressed, angry and broken as he fell to the floor in a drunken sloppy mess. Noises broke into my awareness, three men surrounded Alexander and taunted him. They recognised him and mocked him with shouts of murderer, scum and pushed him to the ground. My heart ached at the torment as they started kicking his ribs and head. After what felt like forever he suddenly lashed out wildly, shifting into his massive black wolf form and attacked the three men. Guttural screams ripped across the vision in waves maki
Helena POV After quickly smartening myself up in the bathroom I rejoined Alexander in the corridor. Although I'd fixed up my hair and smoothed out my dress there was no way to hide the happy glow on my face. Alexander was the same, the stern look he'd made a constant feature had finally melted. His forehead was softer and more gentle. He was still the most masculine being I'd ever encountered but he was finally allowing himself to be happy. Holding my hand lightly we stepped back into the ballroom everything seemed lighter and brighter. Moonlight beamed through the uncovered windows, the opportunity for mating was approaching. A few more dances remained before the dance of connection. Before us the swell of couples twirling around us was delightful. The colours of the women's dresses, the music, the merry clinking of
Finally the orchestra started up. Myself and Alexander were surrounded by a crowd of similarly interest people, all waiting to see if a match would be made tonight. Azalea took the hands of her first partner and I saw a little flicker of emotion cross her face. They gently twirled and I saw her duck her head down shyly at the compliment she was receiving. She danced delicately and lightly, her feet barely seeming to touch the ground as the pace of the dance increased to its full drama. Suddenly they swapped and she was in the arms of Drake, her partner from earlier. He looked disappointed, as well he might for Azalea was a shining star in that room tonight. My eyes darted over to Ivan and he was dancing very politely with a tall brunette, but no match. His face was flushed red and his eyes were sparkling wildly, I don’t think I had ever seen him this e
Helena strode through the fields with a determined pace. Her hazel eyes flashing with sparks of green and gold. She wasn’t even sure where she was heading but she had to get away from the from the Packhouse. Long legs carried her through the tall grass and although she could have easily shifted form and got away quicker Helena knew that reining in the animalistic side was her best bet right now. The conversation she’d overheard on the staircase replayed itself repeatedly through her mind. “It doesn’t matter, they want her then that’s the end of it, I hear they paid a lot of money to cover her leaving the pack before her eighteenth” “Didn’t a Luna there get killed?” “That’s a rumour…but I tell you what I’m glad it’s not Celeste, she’d be eaten alive.” “Yeah well, I don’t think many stand a chance with that pack, they’re insane ” “They’re coming down for the next ball, that’ll be when she goes.” “Yeah, shame though, she’s a nice enough girl.” It had to be her, it was her birthday
The following days was a blur of emotions for Helena as she tried to keep up appearances. Why would an adopted Beta’s daughter attract attention from a huge pack like White Forest? She must be descended from one of their family lines, but in that case why now? As Celeste presented emerged from the changing rooms Helena did the necessary, nodding and adding the required “ooohs” as Celeste twirled around in ever-prettier dresses. Helena had her dress at home already, originally purchased for her upcoming eighteenth. It was a deep, mysterious ruby red with a thigh-high leg split, a clingy body leading to a high neck halter top fastening. It wasn’t covered in cheap sparkle like the other dresses, the vivid red did all the talking. The exposed back of it was unlike anything she had ever worn before, she had felt like a different, more confident person when she stood in the mirror with it on. The idea of the White Forest Pack lingered in her mind and she realised that instead of fear, she
I was not expecting a sucker punch, I took a second to comprehend what the hell had happened, coughing on the dust surrounding me, Fyre tore into my thoughts /how dare he hit us like that!/I shake my head and quickly get to my feet, making sure of his distance. He clearly wasn’t finished as he paced around the gravel circle, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, and did I smell whisky? Had he got himself steamed up and come for a fight with me? He had a smart blue button-down shirt on and suit trousers, he hadn’t even come in training gear. I’m so confused but I raise my fists and bounce on my toes ready for the next move. He swung to the right, I ducked under his outstretched arm and smash my knee right into his ribs as I swerve around him. He swung again and once more I ducked but this time I undercut his punch with one of my own, driving upwards straight into his nose. Blood spurted and I take some steps back towards the bleachers. He wipes his arm across his face, bloodying his s
She did it, what a clever thing she is he reassured his wolf. We will need to be careful when we finally approach her. /Until then we watch/ Hydra replied, she must be kept safe, too much depends on her. The protective instinct was already so strong for a girl he had never been closer than thirty metres to. He observed Caleb dusting himself down roughly. Even from this distance he could see his shirt was covered in blood and dirt and that a dark aura surrounded him. Even though they were of a similar size and physical build there was cruelty embedded into his future, Hydra could sense it. Not all wolves are equal Hydra noted, he is a weakling in a giant’s form. Perhaps his wolf was too strong for his personality, it can happen where the controlling link human and wolf is broken. /Not everyone has a superior, fabulously intelligent wolf like you/ Hydra pointed out. His face moved a fraction at his wolfs wit and nodded in agreement. /We had better be on guard at this this ball now/,
Celeste’s mother Runa put the finishing touches to both girls hair and make-up. Celeste was every inch the Roman goddess in her white-gold slinky dress, her blonde hair twirled and styled up into delicately cascading ringlet curls that travelled down past her shoulders, making her gentle blue eyes look even more innocent. “You look amazing!” Helena cried and gave her a hug, “last hug you’re getting from me tonight though, I can’t redo this face now!” Celeste’s laugh tinkled across the room, “I don’t think I’m going to get near you Helena, you’re going to be absolutely surrounded by the guys tonight, make sure we get one dance together though!” As Helena snorted Runa opened the wardrobe door displaying a full length mirror and she couldn’t help but gasp. The dress fit her exactly as she hoped, the material clung to her shape perfectly, the slit cheekily highlighting a long, slender leg, tucking in at her delicate waist without clamping down on her chest. The ruby red colour made her