Alpha Black

Nathaniel Black

It had been a week since we’d begun our tour, having left the Western Boarder, we were in the Central Midlands Territory, situated at the fork of the Savage River where Moon Lake sparkled like millions of diamonds, these same waters would have washed past my home to the North. I hated straying too far from the tall pine trees of my home, but if it meant that she would share a bed with me, I would stay on tour forever. I had not quite realised how much I craved her touch, the warmth of her body, how comforting I now found the smell of books, how much I missed Spring and the smell of flowers that it brought with it. The smell of her.

The months without her touch, so much as an accidental bump or the grazing of fingers was the only thing to keep me alive. But now, she slept soundly in my arms, no longer running away from my embrace as she slept, soundly. We had not slept together since our first arrival at the Western Boundary, for each night she would awake with my smell entwined with hers, the colour returning to her cheeks and the light of happiness growing in her eyes. How could I want to go back to Savage River where she has been so unhappy?

Each night, she had fallen asleep instantly, her eyes fluttering to a close as soon as her head hit the pillow. My wolf ecstatic inside my mind, that she felt so safe, at ease and happy in our company, and while sleep tugged at my own eyes, I would stay awake, late into the night and the early morning just to watch her, so peaceful, so happy. I wanted to enjoy every moment with her, I hated to admit it, but I feared I would loose her. And then myself.

Tonight, was just like the others, she had fallen asleep in my embrace, her back turned to me and my left arm trapped under her head, and my other arm flung across her waist, keeping her close to me. Her hair was tied up tonight, several loose strands sticking to her neck and forehead, she wore an oversized tee shirt, and I couldn’t help but admire her beauty, memorize every light freckle on her nose and the ones that were scattered randomly across her skin, my new favourite was the one on the back of her shoulder.

A cool shiver suddenly washed over her and snuggled deeply into my embrace and the blankets, still asleep. She must have been dreaming. I closed my mind and let my wolf control my thoughts, as we concentrated on the pull of the mate bond, I wanted to know of what she was dreaming, of who.

Her confusion and uncertainty washed over me, the cool chill taking me from the feet up, slowly growing. Was she dreaming of snow? Perhaps water. I heard her swallow, and her body shake slightly, followed by anxiousness, hesitation. She had to make a decision, she was uncertain, I could feel tingles in my fingers and hand and I rubbed my nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

“It’s okay,” I murmured, “everything will be okay.”

As if I had jinxed her, panic set into her bones, and a cool sweat broke out on her skin as her pulse increased dramatically. I swallowed anxiously and opened my eyes to check that she was still asleep and in my arms, she was, but her face was no longer peaceful. Something inside me told me that this was not a happy dream, that this was a nightmare.

She continued on the downward trend of bad sleep, beginning to toss and turn, kicking the blankets from her body as the adrenaline spiked and her heart beat continued to race. It was time to wake her up.

“Alice,” I said carefully, placing my hand on her shoulder.

Her brow furrowed again, but she did not wake, “Alice, it’s okay, it’s just a dream,” I said, shaking her slightly, but still nothing. “Alice,” I repeated with more assertion, “it’s time to wake up,” I commanded and her eyes snapped open.

Her breath was heavy and it fanned on my face from where I looked down at her. Her ponytail had loosed significantly from when she feel asleep, apparently battling in your dreams was as disheveling as when you fought in real life. Her chocolate brown eyes looked nearly black in the dark as she blinked at me, as she processed that she was dreaming, that she was safe.

“It was just a dream,” I purred, running my finger down the side of her face, brushing the loose strands of hair away and feeling the sticky sweat that trickled down her skin.

She gammed her eyes shut and brought her hands up to rub her face, her pulse finally beginning to calm. “It’s okay,” I purred again, reassuring her.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” she finally said, clearing the emotion from her face and removing her hands.

“No,” I said slowly and shaking my head, “I hadn’t fallen asleep yet.”

Her brow furrowed and she turned to look at the alarm clock, the numbers illuminating the table it sat on, “why? It’s late.”

I felt a blush warm my cheeks and I was happy for the darkness, that she would not be able to see the change in my skin colouring. “I was thinking, that is all,” I dismissed. I pulled her back into my embrace and planted a kiss on her forehead, this time, she pulled me by the waistband, closer to her own body.

Slowly, sleep overcame both of us.

* * * * * * * * * *

I awoke to find the bedsheets beside me cool and empty, as the realisation set in, I snapped up searching the room for her. For my mate.

She sat in a chair by the open window, she glowed in the white shirt, the sheer white curtains fluttering around her and her hair had been brushed and untangled. Her gaze was fixed outside the window, watching something, or perhaps she was lot in thought.

My heart, that I thought was about to leap out of my chest calmed when I saw her, one arm wrapped around her legs, the other holding a cup of tea that steamed in the fresh morning air that still lingered over the grassy fields and paddocks out of the window.

Pushing myself out of the bed, I pulled a stool up in front of her and sat upon it, leaning my head on her legs and joining her to look out the window, I wanted to see the world through her eyes, to see what made her want to keep fighting, what beauty she saw in the world.

“What do you see?” I asked, as I rubbed my fingers lightly on her thigh.

Her mouth opened and words came out, but her voice was not her own, it was coarse and almost animalistic, “blood, these waters will turn red with the blood of the people we love.”

I sat up and looked at her, her eyes were no longer a warm mixture of chocolate caramel, but white. Her pupils were dilated heavily, making it look like her eyes were black, but no, the colour had drained from her eyes.

“Alice, what’s wrong? Are you okay? What do you mean blood?” I began, a million questions flooding into my mind.

“A great war is coming, without the power of the white wolf, you will surely perish, your pack will fall into chaos and rouges will rule this land.”

I swallowed, realising I was perhaps not taking with my mate. “Who are you?”

“I am the moon and the waters, the stars and the night sky, I am.”

“You’re a moon spirit?”

“No,” the answer was simple, “but this body, it’s wolf, it’s human, has met them.”

“How do I find this white wolf?”

The unnerving gaze of this being inhabiting my mate was torn from the sparkling waters of the lake and bore down at my face, into my own eyes and into my soul. “You already have it.”

She blinked, the white of her eyes gone and the chocolate and caramel swirls returning, she blinked several more times and rubbed her face, “good morning,” she smiled, “how was your sleep?”

I looked at her, she didn’t know, it wasn’t her. Who was the white wolf? “My sleep was good,” I said mindlessly as my thoughts swirled within my mind, what had just happened?

“I’m going to go get breakfast, will you be joining us in the dining hall?” I asked, standing.

“Yes, but I think I’ll take my time before I head down, I’ve been enjoying this morning sunshine,” she said, her smile innocent.

“Of course, take your time, I will see you later,” I said, kissing her forehead and quickly exiting the room.

’Jamie, wake the fuck up,” I hissed.

Jamie returned a groan, ’what’s happened? ’ clearly very much still asleep.

I opened the doors to his chambers and the collided with the walls, “what do you know of moon spirits, possessions and white wolves?” I asked, looking down at him.

He looked up at me, his blue eyes sparkling in the light from the corridor, and he stretched his arms out, “that is perhaps a conversation to have with someone of the church?” he groaned.

“Your mother was apart of the church no? You should know all of this crap, what do you know?” I hissed.

He sighed and sat up, “okay, but we’re going to go get coffee first,” as he swung his feet onto the floor of his room and stretched out his arms once again. As he stumbled out of his room, I followed him closely.

“So, what happened?” he finally asked at he rubbed his face.

“I think I just witnessed a prophecy,” I sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs and looking at Jamie who carelessly descended them. Stopping in his tracks he turned and looked at me.

“Who? Alice?” he asked, his eyes now alight, swirling for answers.

I nodded, and continued the decent towards the dining hall. Jamie swallowed and tagged along behind me now, “what was it about?”

“The war,”

“Good news or bad?” he asked, his Beta side switching in.

“Both, imminent death without the White Wolf,” I said, pushing the doors open to the dining hall where thirty odd people were eating breakfast and chatting away happily on the other side of the room.

“The White Wolf,” Jamie repeated, staring off into the distance as I placed a coffee cup in his hands. Bringing the cup to his mouth and taking a sip, he was still lost in thought.

“What is the white wolf?” I asked, now getting impatient.

Snapping out of it he looked at me, “there was historic talk of powerful Alpha blood that birthed white wolves, not every child had the gift, it would often skip several generations. But these wolves were meant to surpass the rarity of your own, black wolves. But they weren’t born of superior genetics and Alpha blood, they were born as blessing from the Moon Spirits. In saying that, I don’t think there have been documentations of one in hundreds of years, maybe thousands.”

“Is there anyway to track the bloodline? Find out who the white wolf could be?” I asked.

“Probably not, because it’s been so long since the last one, it could be anyone, they could be in Europe, they could be in Asia, they could be an unturned human,” Jamie said with a shrug.

I shook my head, “no.”

“No?”

“I asked how to find the white wolf, the prophecy said I already had.”

Jamie leaned against the table of food, brooding into his coffee cup for a minute, “what was the exact phrasing?” he asked.

“Er, you already have it,”

Jamie looked up at me his eyes suddenly looking sorry, “who is yours without question? And who is a powerful werewolf that cannot shift?” he said and my heart dropped.

Authors Note:

Me: Okay, I need to get stuff done, I won't write this weekend.

Also me: Gets nothing done because I'm thinking about the up coming Chapters...