1 Legend of Apollo
Warning: This story contains explicit mature content and grammatical errors. Consider yourself warned.
“Alright, kids, that’s all for today. Return the books on the shelves, pack your stuff, and don’t forget to show your parents the note that I posted on your notebooks,” I instructed my adorable students as I cleared the board and materials on my desk.
“Yes, Miss Lily.”
The children giggled as they answered with excitement. It seems that they’re ready to go home.
I’d been teaching preschool in our pack for a year now and I could say that I loved my job and it kept me going. And my students were just adorable. Sometimes I wanted to take them all home.
“Alright. Children, please line up and follow me.”
I gathered my things, walking out of the classroom. The children followed closely behind as they ran around and giggled. I led them to the waiting area and handed them over to Rosa, the elderly who looked after the children while they waited for their guardians.
I smiled and waved the children goodbye as I passed by and told Rosa that I would be off early. I usually waited with her, but today was the day. I walked out of the building and headed straight to my car when a familiar face greeting me with a bright smile.
“Lilianna dear, how are you?” Greta asked, smiling brightly at me. Her brown eyes stared at me tenderly as a mother would do.
“I’m good. Thank you for always asking, Greta,” I said, smiling at her. She was one of my mother’s friends; a thoughtful selfless woman who took me in during my darkest days.
“It’s good to hear that, dear. Are you going there today?” She asked with a hint of sadness.
“Yes, I am,” I smiled, trying to contain my emotions.
“I see you went to pick up Clara’s school records,” I said, noticing the envelope that she was holding. Clara was her granddaughter.
“Yes and she’s not happy about the transfer,” she said, placing her hands on her hips and rolling her eyes.
“Well, I’m sure she’ll come around once she makes new friends,” I assured her with a smile. Greta’s son recently moved to his mate’s pack so they could care for his ailing mother-in-law.
“I just hope she doesn’t get into trouble. She is one pain in the behind kid, just like her dad,” she said comically. I laughed at her remark.
”Oh she’s not that bad! She’s just clever and too adventurous,” I told her as I laughed.
“Give them my regards. I’m sure your parents are so proud of you dear, just like I am,” She said, staring at me lovingly.
“Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me and It’s all thanks to you and Gary,” I whispered, feeling sentimental as grueling memories resurfaced.
“Oh don’t say that you’re family and we’d do anything for our family. I’m sure your parents would have done the same for me,” she said, her voice was laced with sadness. We embraced each other before saying our goodbyes.
I stepped inside my car feeling the pain, anger, and darkness that clouded my heart as the memories came, flooding my mind once again.
Ten years ago.
It was a lovely Sunday afternoon on the picnic grounds. The birds were singing, the sky was blue and bright. The trees were rustling as the wind blew the fresh air; carrying the earthly nature scent as it grazed my tender skin. It was peaceful indeed.
My parents and the other families sat in a picnic blanket as they engaged in a delightful grown-ups conversation. I was playing near the lake with the kids my age, feeling the cold water on our feet as we splashed and giggled, holding our Sunday dresses up.
I turned in my mother’s direction when I heard her call my name. I waved my hands, running my hands on my dress, smoothing it as I immediately stepped away from the water.
“Don’t go too near the lake sweetie! We’ll attend the pack gathering later,” she yelled, reminding me as she waved her hand.
I smiled awkwardly and gave her a thumbs-up; knowing I already messed up the gorgeous yellow dress that she recently bought.
I went back to the lake, messing up my dress even more. When all of a sudden all the laughter had died down, the birds were startled, dispersing from the trees, the ground began to shake, and the water on the lake became disturbed. The peaceful silence was replaced by frightening screams. It was chaos; hell broke loose. Everyone was shocked, terrified as they run for their lives. The men began ripping their clothes off, shifting into their wolves; snarling as they charged to the unknown group that disturbed the tranquility and brought havoc.
I was distraught; terrified, frozen in my spot—shocked by what was happening right before my eyes. I wanted to scream but I could not. I wanted to run, but I could not. I just stood to where I was, watching everything unfold.
Thankfully, my dad rushed to me scooping me in his arms, and ran towards my mom; steering us away from the bloody scene.
“Take her and go! I’ll find you later. I love you both,” Dad said with uncertainty. He cupped my mother’s face and kissed my forehead before he turned around and left.
“Be safe dear!” Mother said, frantically as my dad shifted into his wolf and disappeared into the woods.
My heart pounded as we ran, hearing growls and screams that resonated throughout our lands. Everyone who could fight stayed behind to subdue the intruders—rogues.
My mother abruptly halted from running as soon as we heard gunshots, followed by agonizing whimpers and howls. She looked back as her face turned pale, alarmed by what we heard. She held me tight and began running, to catch up with the others, and her dear friend, aunt Greta.
“Greta take her! I have to go back,” She said, trembling in fear as handed me to Greta. Back then I thought that she was afraid of the rogues but I was wrong, she feared for my father’s life.
“What?! No! Gary called, we’re being attacked on all sides of the border. We need to stick together!” Greta said, her voice cracked, fear was written on her face.
“Please, I need to know if James is alright,” Mother pleaded in tears. She was determined to go back for her father no matter what. Greta was torn but eventually gave in.
“I got her don’t worry, but please be careful, Rose,” She said, hugging her friend as she took my hand.
“Go with aunt Greta, Lily. I have to go back. I love you, sweetheart. I will see you later,” she said in tears as she embraced me tightly—one last time.
“I love you too mommy, please be safe with daddy,” I said, not truly knowing the severity of the situation, thinking that they would be back before I know it.
She smiled lovingly in tears, “I will, sweetie. I promise, now go!” She said, before shed into her beautiful wolf and ran in the opposite direction; disappeared into the woods—gone forever.
And that was the last time that I saw them alive.
I waited night and day, even after aunt Greta told me they tragically passed, explaining to a ten-year-old girl that her parents went to heaven. But I still waited for them. They promised me that they would return. And so I waited.
I was only ten when the nightmare that ruined my life happened, taking the colorful dreams that I once had and turned them into a gray shade of emptiness. After that, Greta became my guardian as I had no one. Orphaned by the tragedy that claimed my parents and my will to live.
I was an only child and so was my father. Grandpa died before he was born. Nana had raised him alone. My father always described her as a strong and independent woman. She lived with us until she caught a terrible illness that ate her life away.
We did fell ill, contrary to the myths and legends that were written about our kind. We fall ill, we fall in love, we get hurt, and sometimes die a horrible death.
We were strong but not invincible.
My mother was young when her family migrated to another pack but was ambushed by rogues on their way, which separated her from her family. Another pack found her wandering in their woods. Since then, they took her in as their own. She had forgotten their names, their faces but not the horrific incident.
What are the odds of suffering the same fate, years later?
When my father found her, they got married and happily started a new life in my dad’s pack, Moonbay. Mother proudly said that they were lucky, finding each other in this big messed up world.
Some of our kind weren’t as lucky as my parents, they might have lived a short life together but it was true and blissful. And more importantly, they found one another. Some miserably failed to find their mates and married their chosen but some chose to cling to faith, hoping that one day the goddess would show them mercy and eventually meet their fated mate and live happily ever after.
I supposed dying beside the one you love was less tragic than living only to be swallowed by grief and suffering.
We do have choices. And I choose not to dwell on things that I have no control of.
After centuries in hiding our kind decided that it was enough, no more hiding in fear. It was time to keep up in the new world amongst humans. And so they did. The High Council was then established, run by each representative of a pack, implementing order and law; starting a new era of wolves.
At the age of sixteen, we were able to find our fated one if luck was on our side. But like me, not everyone was lucky.
Everyone who turned sixteen must attend the pack gatherings, in hopes of finding their mate within the pack. And I did but I never found him. He was not from our pack.
So once a year single or unmated wolves would visit one pack to another, in search of their mates. I only attended once and that was enough, I lost interest in life itself, so I never bothered to find him. I lost interest in almost everything ten years ago. Even my life.
Most of our kind eventually gave up hope. And just cherished what was in front of them, not wanting to chase the ghost of their mates, like Greta and her husband Gary.
Greta found and lost her mate at a young age while Gary never found his. After Greta returned to her home pack she got reunited with her friend who played with her on the mud and roamed the woods together as a child, Gary.
After some time the two hit it off and got married and were blessed with two children and years later, a granddaughter. And proved to everyone once again that happiness was a choice.
At one point we all search for that state of euphoria that true love provided. One would never truly experience love if you would not let yourself love or be loved. The choice was always there.
If you wouldn't try, you’d never know. If you wouldn't go after it, you’d never get it. And if you’d never ask—the answer would always be no.
You can’t put your life on hold for someone you have never met. Gary told me once. And he was right. Truth to be told, he was the living proof— still happily married two and a half decades later.
Today some of our kind still patiently waited for the day that might never seem to come and held onto whatever ounce of hope that was left in them. And some had chosen love over the uncertainty of life.
Living a lonesome life was far worst than death; the agony of surviving, knowing everyone you loved was dead. It never truly felt like I survived at all.
The only thing that was keeping my sanity intact was the children, giving my lonely life a little dose of hope and happiness.
I snapped out of my trance and drove off when I realized that I had been sitting inside my car for while.
I arrived at Martha’s Flower Shop. And I was about to park when suddenly, a Black Rover cut me off, almost slamming against me in the process, taking my damn spot.
“Shit!” I cursed, furiously gripping the steering wheel and parked on the other side.
I took a deep breath before I stepped out of my car and sent the driver a deathly glare that could dig a hole into the abyss. But the windshield was too dark, not even a shadow could be seen from outside. I huffed, sending one last glare before I walked inside the shop.
“Hi, welcome. What can I help you with?” The clerk asked with enthusiasm.
“Hello, I came to pick up my order. It’s under Lilianna Carter, please,” I said, smiling at her. She nodded and smiled as she typed on the computer.
I curiously glanced through the glass panels, wanting to get a glimpse of the driver. I’m going to give whoever that is a piece of my mind! I huffed and rolled my eyes as I turned back to the young lady in front of me.
“Is there a problem, ma’am?” She asked as she peeked out, curiosity was evident at the tone of her voice.
“Well, that car just cut me off. What an ass!” I said, furrowed my brows, and glared once more. The driver then suddenly stepped out of the car after what I said.
It was a man.
A very tall man with jet black hair. And he was headed inside. I diverted my gaze back to the counter as he stepped in. He must have seen me giving him a heartwarming glare. He walked to the counter, standing beside me, and cleared his throat. I unconsciously stared at him.
Clouds of grey were the first thing that I noticed. His eyes sparkled like storm clouds, threatening to unleash a brewing thunderstorm.
I was in awe.
He might as well be Apollo— a total Greek God. And I’m not even exaggerating.
I shamelessly ogled Apollo; studying every part of his godly anatomy, his shoulders were broad as daylight, and his lips were red, similar to an apple inviting you for a bite. I unconsciously bit my lips, taking in his devastatingly handsome features.
But then I snapped out of my dirty daydream when I finally realized who he was. I gasped in horror.
“Alpha,” I blurted, shocked and ashamed while I forced a smile.
I just ogled our Alpha! In front of him!! He nodded in return. I immediately lowered my gaze on the ground. On the ground. And in hell if possible. The deeper the better. I was frantically screaming inside. I hope he didn’t hear me! Tell me you didn’t!!
“Miss, can you please hurry up on my flowers, I really need to get going,” I smiled, awkwardly at the clerk who heard the whole thing. Me, calling our Alpha an ass!
“Yes ma’am, they’re bringing it out as we speak,” she smiled as if nothing happened and continued assisting him.
There’s no way in hell that he heard that, right? He was inside his car! Well, even if he’s the Alpha he’s still an ass for doing that. He just doesn’t have to know that I said it.
I unconsciously stared at him, not ogle as he talked to the clerk.
I noticed how perfectly toned his body was, a solid hard wall of rock. He must have worked out a lot. His nose was also pointed, his jaw was perfectly chiseled as if he was molded by the gods themselves—the Alpha is indeed a very sexy man.
It was the first time that I’d seen him at a close distance. And as I inspected his heavenly body, my gaze fell on something—Oh my! That’s a very fine piece of ass you’ve got there, sir. I blushed at my dirty thought, staring at his blessed ass.
“Are you done checking me out?” He suddenly asked, holding his laugh. Horror was the only thing that could describe best of what I was feeling. Winter has come.
Oh my god! That did not just happen! Angel of death, just take me now! I’m begging you! Save me from this horrible nightmare! I mentally screamed as I flushed in embarrassment. I bit my lips, calculating my next move.
“Uhm, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Alpha,” I flatly denied, sparing him a passing glance before I faced the counter once again. My heart wanted to abandon my chest so badly. I heard him chuckled.
Finally, the clerk handed me the basket of flowers. I took it and thanked her. I walked gracefully to the exit with my head held high, dragging my wounded dignity away. And as I opened the glass door he opened his mouth as well.
“And oh. I’m sorry for cutting you off. I didn’t mean to be an ass. It’s just a sudden phone conference came in,” he said, giving me an apologetic smile.
I froze like a deer caught in the headlights. Motherfucking werewolf hearing! He heard! Of course, heard me! I mentally slapped myself and I darted back to my car.
Shit! This is just my lucky day!
I started my car and drove off.
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