'The First Girl I Ever Loved'
(who says this? Grey, Isiah, Mr Forte)
This chapter is dedicated to Midika. I just found her account last night and I'm really enjoying her story 'Alpha Jasper'. If you guys like my story, be sure to check hers out - I don't doubt that you'll fall in love just as I did!
I know these past few weeks have been overwhelming. I know you've learnt more about our world than ever before and I know you have a hard decision to make.
You have a duty to lead your people. You feel as though you're betraying them if you do not become their leader. You are torn between two futures that you do not believe can co-exist, but remember that werewolves and humans co-existd for centuries before the war.
I know you are hoping my letter will tell you what to do. I cannot make your decision for you, but I know you're going to be a great leader – however, that does not necessarily mean that you have to lead from underground.
Think about your parents, and their friends. They grew up with werewolves in peace until the one incident that started the war. I am sure you've learnt all about what started the war, but there are some things about it that you don't know – things that your father keeps to himself.
But I have a secret too, and it's time that I think you know. Your father has his own reasons for hating werewolves, and it runs deeper than just the death of your mother. You must not blame him, for he has wounds from his teenage years that have never healed.
But do me a favour – go to your father and ask him about me.
I look forward to seeing you in the future, and I know whatever decision you make will be great if you just follow your instincts.
I stand outside my father's quarters, re-reading the letter a third time with shaking hands before knocking my knuckles on the door. It's evening, dinner time. Everyone will be in the dining hall, talking about the lock down and whispering about me.
I've chosen not to go, mainly because I don't want to deal with the chaos that will surround me once everyone sees me alive. But also because I will have nowhere to go. Isiah clearly isn't in the best state to socialise, and if Kit were there, she wouldn't talk to me.
So here I am, standing in front of my father's metal door with quivering hands and Haven's letter. I shove it in my back pocket when the door slides open to reveal my father sitting behind his desk, his head in his hands.
"Willow," he looks up when I enter, busying himself by pushing around some documents on his desk. "What's wrong? Do you need something?"
I swallow, moving forward slowly and sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. He watches me with tired blue eyes. I hear the letter crunch inside my pocket and reach up to fiddle with my necklace nervously.
The second I pick it up, I wish I hadn't. My father's eyes dart to it, narrowing the same way they did in the council meeting. "Where did you get the ring, Willow?"
I hold my breath. "Does it matter?"
He stares at me evenly. "Very much," he nods seriously. "That symbol... are you aware of its meaning?"
I stare at the fascinating symbol wrapped around the ring and shrug with one shoulder. It's always been a beautiful design, but I didn't realise it meant anything more than that.
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*A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY* 17 years underground. Willow Forte has spent her entire life living under ground with her people hiding from the ravenous, manipulative and beautiful creatures that now rule the earth. Werewolves. U...