“Alpha, what are we doing here?” I questioned in a puzzled voice; trotting to catch up with my father. Being the Alpha of the Moonmist Pack, he never went anywhere without sending a message. He continued walking without giving me a response; if anything his pace increased.
“Wouldn’t it be rude to go unannounced so late in the night?” I couldn’t quell the urge to prod again.
My second question was met with silence too. My father’s eyebrows twitched. He was getting annoyed but I had to find out what was going on.
I ran a bit to catch up with him. Matching his pace, I urged, “Alpha, why won’t you tell me anything? Is there any reason we are going like this?”
“You will find out the reason soon,” his reply was curt and conclusive. He wouldn’t tell me anything even if I kept nagging eternally. A sigh left his lips and I followed him silently.
My father had always been like this; cryptic, mysterious. He expected me to follow his commands without question.
I didn’t want to go against him either; given that he was the only family I had. It was difficult but I tried. That is what I have been doing since mom passed away. A rueful gust of air left my lips, blending with the cold breeze.
The night had cast her blanket over this small town in Woodland. The thick cover of the clouds hid the moon plunging the world into an endless sea of darkness. However, we padded along the stony path with perfect ease. We could see even in the pitch darkness; courtesy of our keen werewolf senses.
A sudden course change made my steps falter. “Alpha, I think we took the wrong turn. The main gate is on the other side.”
“We are not entering through the main gate.”
“Then?” A deep frown settled on my forehead. “Are we just going to take a stroll around the Bloodhound Packhouse?”
I hadn’t even finished his statement when father climbed onto the boundary wall with a leap. Then, landed with a thud on the other side.
“Shit!” I cursed softly before following his lead. What was wrong with him?
The leaves crunched under my feet as I rushed to catch up with my father who was peeking in through a window by now.
The frown on my forehead deepened and my face flushed. Drawing closer to my father, I whispered in a flustered voice, “I don’t think it is appropriate to peek into somebody’s house like this. What if they are changing? What if they are ummm…. Doing other unspeakable things?”
“Is your mind always in the gutter?” He snapped as he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed my face against the glass, “Just watch.”
I closed my eyes more out of modesty than anything else. The whooshing winds howled through the branches as if singing an erratic tune. A wolf howled at a distance piercing through the soft melancholy. Once I had calmed down, I realized how stupid I was being. If my father wanted me to watch something, it had to be important.
I cracked open my eyes slowly. A soft gasp left my lips and I stood there gaping; my heart brimming with a mixture of wonder and amusement.
There on a red couch was seated the most gorgeous girl I had seen in my life; long brown hair, large doe-like eyes, and velvety pink lips. Her features were so soft that they reminded one of a freshly bloomed flower on an early morning.
She was dressed completely in leather. With her legs crossed and her shoulders slumped, she gave off a vibe of something carefree nonchalance.