Alice
The kitchen was stifling hot. The air felt thick as I moved around the room, my body sluggish and weak. I could barely stand, the sickness in my chest making every step feel like a chore. I tried to push through it, knowing that the pack was depending on me to get dinner ready. But the pounding headache and fever creeping up on me made everything harder.
"Where is the food, Alice?" My father's voice rang out, sharp and authoritative.
I didn't dare look at him. My hands shook as I stirred the stew, but I didn't slow my movements, even though my body screamed for rest.
"I'm almost done, Father," I mumbled, hoping it would satisfy him, though I knew it wouldn't.
"You're always 'almost' done," he scoffed, his voice laced with disdain. "Is that all you're good for, being slow? Just get out of the way."
Harmonie's laughter echoed from the doorway, and I could hear Josh's mocking chuckles behind her. They didn't even try to hide their contempt. The pack treated me like dirt, but none of that mattered anymore.
I quickly finished setting the table and scurried out of the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't want to be there anymore. I didn't want to hear their laughter or feel my father's cold eyes on me.
Once I was in the attic, my small, cold room, I finally let myself breathe. I lay down on the bed, staring up at the low ceiling. Tomorrow… Tomorrow I will be eighteen. Tomorrow, I would shift for the first time. I would finally meet my wolf, and I would no longer be the weak, useless daughter of the Alpha. I would finally have a place in this world.
I let the excitement fill me, pushing the sickness and pain to the back of my mind. This was going to be the night that changed everything.
Just as midnight hit, a strange sensation rippled through my body. It started as a tingle, something unfamiliar but not frightening. I felt a pull, a gentle tug within me as if something deep inside me was awakening.
And then, I heard her.
**Winter.**
The name wasn't just a whisper—it was a knowing. My wolf. My other half. It was a name that seemed to settle deep in my bones, as though I had always known it, even if I hadn't. She was here.
"Alice," Winter's voice came in a soft, calm whisper in my mind. "I'm Winter. Your wolf. We are one now."
The bond snapped into place, and I felt a rush of power—of strength—fill me. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. Winter and I were connected, and the bond between us was unbreakable. It was the moment I had been waiting for my whole life.
"Together, we're strong," Winter purred in my mind, a soft, comforting presence.
I felt my heartbeat steady, my body invigorated by the bond between us. It was more than just strength—it was a sense of completeness like everything had fallen into place. I wasn't just Alice anymore. I was someone else—someone powerful.
But then, as quickly as the joy-filled me, something shifted. It was subtle at first—a tightness in my chest, like something wasn't right. I frowned, my attention shifting from the euphoria of the bond to the strange unease creeping in.
Winter, too, seemed to sense it. "Something is wrong," she growled softly, her tone wary. "I feel it too. There's something—someone—near our mate."
My pulse quickened at her words. It didn't make sense. Winter and I hadn't even met our mate yet. But the pull that was always there, deep inside me, began to thrash, and I knew that something was off.
A sweet, unfamiliar scent filled the air—a mix of pine and apples. It was intoxicating, and it made my heart race. I knew the scent or at least the feeling behind it. It was calling to me, pulling me out of my room.
I couldn't ignore it. I had to follow it.
I moved quickly, my body still weak but now driven by the strange pull. I stumbled down the hall, the scent leading me toward the living room. It grew stronger, and my heart pounded louder with each step.
And that was when I saw them.
Josh—my mate—was in the living room, and he wasn't alone. Harmonie, the same girl who tormented me every chance she got, was there with him, her body pressed against his. They were tangled together, oblivious to the world around them.
I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. Josh's eyes met mine, and for a split second, his expression softened.
"Mate," he whispered, his voice thick with surprise.
I didn't know how to react. The bond between us flared, but it wasn't the way it should have been. There was no rush of warmth, no sense of connection or belonging. Instead, all I felt was coldness and betrayal.
Josh's face twisted into a grimace, and he pulled away from Harmonie, walking toward me. His hand grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me toward the door.
"What are you doing here?" he spat, his voice sharp. "This isn't—"
He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his hands grabbed my arms roughly, dragging me outside. I felt the eyes of the pack on me, their stares burning into my skin as I was pulled outside.
Josh's voice rang out for all to hear. "I, Josh Shavely, of the Silvermoon Pack, reject you, Alice Parkter, as my mate."
The words were cold, final, and brutal. The world seemed to fall away as the rejection hit me—hard, like a physical blow. The pain that coursed through me was unimaginable, a searing, heart-wrenching ache that felt like it would tear me apart.
I couldn't breathe. My vision blurred. My knees gave way beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground. I wanted to scream, but the pain held me in place, paralyzed.
Josh's voice echoed in the distance as he demanded I reject him back, but I couldn't. I couldn't do it.
With every ounce of strength I had left, I pushed myself to my feet and turned away from him. I ran.
I didn't know where I was going, but I had to get away from the pain, from the rejection. I stumbled through the field, my legs burning, my heart shattering with every step.
I didn't know how long I ran, but eventually, I collapsed on the cold ground, gasping for air. My body shook with exhaustion and pain. And then, just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt it—a presence. A warmth, a pull.
Someone was close.
And then I heard her again, Winter's voice in my mind, calm but firm. "I'm here, Alice. We're not alone anymore. We will be okay."
I closed my eyes, and for the first time that night, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—I wasn't as broken as I felt.