Chapter 1
Chapter 1- Anderson
Xavier
"Where are you?" My beta Christopher mindlinked.
"Training," I replied. Every part of my body was hiving; after the rogue attacked this morning, Helios needed some more release. It had been 2 attacks for the spring. The gentle breeze felt great, but hearing the howls and the grunt of the Omega made me happy; I had just flipped on their back, knocking the air out of their lung. "Dayum, you Alpha." After his wolf caught up to his brain, I chuckled, giving him my hand to help him up. "Better luck next time, pup."
He growled at my belittlement but just walked away. I am a 19-year-old, 4-generation Alpha of the largest pack in North America, Silvermoon Pack. My family has created one of the most prominent packs, with a self-sufficient economy, beautiful pack land, and my pride and joy, the warrior training program.
"Alpha, walk with me," I smirked at Omega before nodding to Chris. "Continue on, Lena, take over," I shouted as I knotted to one of the newest head warriors of the pack. She was strong, quick, and brilliant on the battlefield, and honestly, she was one of my dearest friends, almost like a sister and the newest addition to my inner circle.
"How was training?"
"You should have been working out with me," I smirked, shoving him with my shoulder.
"If I had been training- I couldn't be staking our office with the paperwork of the research I found on the rogue attack; the two hostages were taken care of by the way they gave me as much as they could until their wolf took over, which wasn't pretty. Our elder family folder is on the desk; you need to review that, and lastly, some projects that the council has brought up for the parklands are on your desk as well."
"Freaken great," I whispered. As we reached the top of the training ground, I smiled as I looked out over the land. Spring had finally come after a brutal winter. Winter, as much as it is cozy when you have your mate, a fire, and a blanket, is a gentle reminder that my father is dead, my mother is lonely, and I do not have a mate and a lot of work.
I sighed at the realization. "You okay, man?" Chris asked. "I am good, man; want to take Helios and Ajax on a run this afternoon?" Being a hothead like me, Chris was always down to hang out. The alpha and beta had no mates, and even though the council had brought up the concern on multiple occasions, it didn't matter. We worked. He was my best friend since I was a baby, born and raised in a family of beta that swore their allegiance to us after the first Great War and had remained by the Steelheart family for generations.
"You don't have to ask, but please work on the paperwork first. After our run-let check on the newcomers, Cassie made them a tin of cookies," he winked.
"Sounds good, man, duty calls!" I laughed as I walked over to the pack house. Saying gentle hello to the pack submission of their necks.
There was a lot on my desk, but it felt good to think of the progress. I was the first alpha to be blessed with their wolf at 8, with Helios living up to the prophecy of being "god of the sun, representing power, strength, and a fiery personality." He is trousers. Some days, growling and trying to keep him calm can feel like a full-time job, but thinking back to this morning, he takes care of the pack with his fury. "You miss me, homie," he winked. "Totally, let me get through this, and then we play later." "Sounds good. I got a lot of energy after that nap; you must work on your sidestep. That Omega almost had you," I chuckled, "He did not," I puffed. "Whatever," he rolled his eyes.
Being an alpha was not glamorous; it was tedious. My mind began to turn at the realization that its rogue attack seemed organized as I reviewed the rogue's statement. Rogues lived in the outskirts of the pack lands looking for food and shelter during the winter and, most of all, just to create trouble; their wolves slowly became mad with time. Without a pack, our wolves began to lack order. It is a gentle balance of taking care of your wolf to put them in your subconscious when needed, giving them runs to stretch, a mate to protect and cherish, a pack, and a family to live for.
The hostage mentioned a Roman, a rogue alpha. The fact that there is a warehouse near the Alaskan Range leaves me wondering why they were here in the Rocky Mountains. The hostage mentioned a debt to be paid but made no mention of who committed the crime, a prophecy, leaving me to think these rogues were given an order and tried to infiltrate the northern border like good soldiers.
I shrugged. All stories are played out with time, and I could play them as a Seeress when I pay her a visit in the summer. I take her wisdom with a grain of salt, but when I could not control Helios, she was my saving grace. After the hormones balanced, I found Cassie, and I learned what happened after an accident with my Beta sister, Raya; I would calm down and find myself into the alpha that I wanted to be. The Seere may not have told all these things, but they hinted and gave me perspective of the light at the end of the tunnel and a lot of time chained up in silver chains, focusing on how to tame him.
As I reviewed the folder on the elder family, the Andersen family, I smiled at the simplicity of their life. A family of 7, mother and father, four boys all under the age of eleven, had occasional outbursts where maybe a beginning of shift on the full moon, but oddly enough, all living in Manhattan. Strange. The mother left to go to school at 18, where she met a human and had a daughter, Amelia. Werewolf is unknown. Amelia's father left, reasons unknown, but after a stroll in Central Park, she met James, her fated mate, rare.
I shrugged at the thought of a fated mate even though all 4 generations of my family and beta family have all found their fated mate at moon ball, council meeting, or even just pack dinner. Cassie is not my fated mate, but with her healing power, she has become my friend with benefits; she calms Helios, and it is a joy to be around with her kind nature. She has blonde hair, light complexion skin, and blue eyes. We have been going to school together since kindergarten.
As I continued to look at their file, I could not help but look at the school photos of the Anderson boys; they are cute. As I looked at Wes, my smile increased. She gave me a powerful aura; I do not know if it was my intuition, but I could tell she would be unique; then came Amelia; the photo was of her hair loosely curled but looked almost down to her waist, and her smile did not quite meet her eyes, but her smile was memorizing, she has a brown tone to her skin, just like me but her lips look plump. Still, her eyes were light hazel, almost Carmel's look. She was beautiful, not gorgeous. "She's stunning," Helios mentioned. "She is." "I don't know, but I think she will be special." I smiled at the thought. Helois licked his lips over his teeth with slight drool falling from the side as I stared at her photo, "How old is she?"
Pack law states that unless the fated mates both with a werewolf present, no mating is allowed until eighteen. Looking at her file, I saw she is seventeen and turning eighteen this November. He began to pace in my mind, growling. "What's wrong?" He shrugged his head. "Like I said, she's special."
