The War Of The Mallapers: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Thirteen

Alpha Lily Reaper

Family. 

Despite status, no matter what the riches you hold, it doesn't matter, you are born into a family. You are forever connected to people by the blood that runs through your veins. The role that your family plays in your life, is another story. 

When I was a child, I regarded my family with the highest honours. I had a loving but strict father, a compassionate but disciplined mother, brothers who had the biggest hearts that were willing to protect me to my last breath. I took comfort in their protection, their warmth. I truly believed that no matter what happened, my family would be there to fight and protect my honour. I truly believed I was safe from the evils of the world. 

Now, I chuckle at my naivety. When the biggest challenge arose, when I was accused of the biggest sin in the world, I was chucked like trash. Forgotten like a terrible memory. The only person who believed and stayed by my side was my darling twin brother. No matter how much I tried to push him away, he refused to walk, he only pushed harder. He was my crutch when I was down. Even though the words would never leave my mouth, I couldn't ever repay what he done for me. He was and is the only person who I have no doubt would leave my side. 

Even as my daughter licks my face, I can feel her concern, her worry for me. She tries to reassure me that she won't leave me, that I am not on my own, but my heart wavers. I had already lost her once, I couldn't bare to see the same thing happen again. My reason for living was once the thought of getting revenge on those who had abandoned me, those who had framed me. I called it justice, but the truth is something entirely different. I wanted those who caused me to lose everything to feel the pain that I felt. I wanted them to suffer. That desire for revenge, fights against the need, the necessity to protect the child that I failed to raise. I don't think I would survive losing my daughter.

Even though we are heading to our stomping ground, we are making our way to a place which we once regarded as our home. My wolf feels tense, I can feel that she senses danger ahead. The only thing we can't work out is whether it is because I am anxious about meeting those who were once my everything or is it because there is danger lurking in the Lumos pack. All I can do is feel my wolf huff in hesitation, huff in frustration. 

However, we don't have time to second guess, I could tell from what Nona said in the other realm that time was of the essence. I had spent many hours, extensive days, searching and seeking answers beyond what was in front of us. After being accused of something that I didn't commit, I began to search and seek answers beyond the evidence that was placed in front of me. As much as I was angry with Alexander for regretting me, it was never the reason for my hate. 

My hate for him stemmed from the death of my daughter, I had been hanging onto that for over two decades. I couldn't help but blame him for my child's demise while he raised his son as I hid in the shadows. Now my hate has morphed into something entirely different. For now there is this lingering feeling of resentment that he was able to watch on and see my daughter become the most amazing woman possible. She was extremely intelligent, benevolent, kind and caring. Although she reminded me of my younger self, there was a strength that she held that I didn't hold until I had grown and developed my pack. It caused me to mourn the years that we lost. 

As I ran through the lands that I had refused to trespass, I couldn't help but notice the gentle beauty of the place where I grew up. The sun had settled and the night sky was quietly lit with the sparse stars that twinkled and the crescent moon that floated through the ethereal darkness. My nose twitched at the familiar scent of home, the fresh pines leaving the night air. I  could feel my heart thump harder against my chest as I reached the boarders to my home lands.