The Alpha's Curse

The night of the annual Sacrifice. As the Alpha's daughter, Waverly Scott understood the procedure and the importance of the Sacrifice: to appease the Crimson Wolf in the hopes that their chosen member would become his Luna. However, it didn't stop her emotions from running high each time it came close to the day, fearing that her pack may be next. As her father said, it was their obligation to participate in the Sacrifice, but he never gave a clear reason as to why. The day came and passed every year, with the members of the elected pack wondering if the woman they choose would return or not. So far, no one has. "I think that it's because the Crimson Wolf kills the pack for not sending him his mate!" shouted a boy excitedly while balancing on top of a rock. His hair was tousled from the light evening breeze that moved through the large open area of their small farming town. "I heard he's a Wild – y'know, the kind that can't tell who's who when they're in wolf form!" said a s

"Are you insane?!" Finn shouted. The static sensation that clouded Waverly's brain moments ago subsided and once the weight of what she had just done set in, she was left with the overwhelming sense of immobilizing fear. Everyone was staring at her, utterly shocked. Her father stepped forward and the pack made room as he approached his daughter. He placed his hands on her shoulders and Waverly saw her own facial features staring back at her, almost an exact copy. "Are you sure?" he asked, calmly. Waverly looked at Finn, who gaped at her with a mixture of anger and distress, and her mother, who's strong demeanour remained, despite her terror-stricken gaze. It felt like Waverly had no control over herself. She gulped and slowly nodded her head, disregarding the horror that screamed inside of her."So it is." Her father gave her a reassuring smile, mixed with both pride and worry. He turned towards the crowd once more and spoke in a louder voice. "Waverly will take the place of

Waverly sat on the floor of the empty bedroom and stared out into the lively town below her. Wolves and humans alike moved ahead with their day; a short, yet well-kept man sat on his lawn mower and began trimming his slightly overgrown lawn while a woman a few houses down called to her children, who were racing down the street in wolf formation. Two days had passed since her arrival to Trinity Mountains and she hadn't seen a single person besides the people that came in every so often to clean her room and bring her meals. Questions turned over in her head: how did he expect to discover if they were mates if he never let her out? Maybe that was the point; maybe he didn't want to test their bond. She remained motionless, glancing out the window, as the sound of the door clicked open for the first time that day. As Waverly watched the village below, a person dressed in all black with an apron, who Waverly had come to know was a servant, entered. A whoosh from behind her created a n

Waverly immediately sat up in her bed, unsure of what she had just heard. Free? There was no way. The Crimson Wolf kept his watch on her, his distinct blue and black eyes examining her as if he was trying to read her thoughts. Waverly hesitated before stretching her arm out to touch the box. She ran her fingers along the carved indentations, admiring the beautiful lined artwork that decorated its exterior. What could he possibly mean by 'free'? Why would he bring her here, lock her in a room and then bring her a stunning pile of jewels, to just let her go? Did he feel guilty? Apologetic? No, he was the Crimson Wolf, he didn't feel any of those things. This had to be some sort of test. But yet, when she looked at him, she saw the disposition of a child while he continued to view the box. Waverly shut the lid and pushed the container back towards him. "Thank you," she stated intently. "But I can't accept it." The Crimson Wolf's eyes widened as he stared at her. "What do you mean

"Impossible," Sawyer commented, reaching for more chicken. A servant came by and re-filled their wine glasses. "But, it's not," said Waverly. "You just have to find your mate."Sawyer huffed and a small laugh escaped from under his breath. "You don't think I've tried?" "I never said you didn't," Waverly began. "But you can't really test a bond by locking someone in a room." Sawyer lingered over his plate. Waverly saw his hands quiver a little before he continued to eat. "We have to test it, Sawyer. It's the only way you can really save your pack." He stopped and his knife and fork clanked as they hit the plate. His face was seeped in frustration. "What? And have it fail like the last 10 times? Better women then you have tried." His words hit Waverly as if they were spear-tipped icicles. When she didn't speak, Sawyer looked up at her, his eyes waiting for a fight. Waverly took a deep breath to regain her composure and suppress the supreme disdain that was steaming inside