Alpha Alaya

Moonlight beginnings.....

Being half blood has been a hell of a journey. Growing up amidst other werewolves but knowing within you that you are just half of what they are, especially when most of them make you feel like it.

Right in the vibrant city of Crescent, Silverlore where werewolves coexist with humans, that's where I was brought up. Well, it's quit peaceful and just a few humans knew we were werewolves. The city of Crescents, Silverlore was a vibrant city with so many people living in it. It had alot of schools, industries and other things to make it fun. We dont see humans as a prey or an enemy but as normal people who are just a little bit weaker and as good as us. Funny thing is that I am partly human but I'm definitely not weak, I'm probably the strongest half-blood, I don't mean to brag.

Right before my dad passed away, he kept telling me I was unique but I was a little girl, I barely understood what he meant. He passed away when I was eight, it was so painful and he was my biggest family. I actually never got to see my mum, so I was brought up in the pack with the other werewolves. I was told that my mum was human and she died while bringing me to the world.

My father named me Alaya, he said i would be exalted, he said I was a dwelling, an abode too, for his peace. My name gave me pride and I love it so much. It is the one thing my father left for me on earth. My mum left me her pretty looks, a black curly hair, her beautiful blue eyes, a great height and a great body structure.

I have always been a miracle child, I did so many things that made me strange. I had always told my father that I wanted to be an alpha but he always smiled and said, I cant tell if its possible for you as a female to be an alpha but I can tell you that youre unique and you will be exalted.

I grew up with other kids in the pack and I went to school like the humans did, we actually lived like humans. I was always the brightest in my class and the people of the pack saw me as a special child. After I lost my dad, I was taken care of by the Alpha himself and I always looked up to him. I never mentioned that I wanted to be an alpha to them because I knew that a female alpha was never heard of. His son, Rory who is much older than I am kept reminding me that I am barely a werewolf because my mum was human. Some of the other people made me feel less of myself because they felt I was weak. Most of the kids didnt know they are werewolves because their parent wont want them spilling it in school, just a few knew. However, they always get to know when they come of age, probably before they are eighteen because that is the age most of them wolf out. I knew I wanted to be great and I wanted half bloods to feel strong.

My journey to becoming great started at the age of twelve. I followed the alpha to the forest by midnight and I saw him transform, he didnt know I was there. I wasnt scared but I had not seen anything like it before, I had never seen my father transform before either. I whimpered when I saw him and he came searching for the voice. When he saw me, he transformed back to his human self.

Alaya he called my name, his voice all questioning

I smiled at him like I didnt know that I had disobeyed him. He warned us never to leave the house at night, I knew that.

Im sorry, I said looking him in the eyes

“Were you scared? he asked

No, I like it

Go home he said to me

No please, I want to see you do it again. One time please and Ill go home

He turned away from me walking back into the forest and said I am going into the forest to hunt, that, you cannot do. Tell no kid what you saw, go home

I followed him and he turned back to me Alaya he said sternly Go home

Okay I replied sharply and he turned away to leave, then he made large groan and transformed.

Just when he was transforming, I felt a stretch in my bones. It was so painful, a kind of pain I had never felt in my life. I made a loud cry but it didnt sound like me, it sounded more like a roar. My body was working on its own and I couldnt control it, my eyes were so red and I kept groaning and screaming till finally I got into shape and immediately, I howl. I realized that I had just wolfed out. The alpha looked at me in shock, he had never seen a little girl wolf-out. I was just twelve and I was too small to wolf-out. Nobody in our pack had ever wolfed-out at such age.

The Alpha howled summoning other wolves to come by, then he transformed to his human form and ran to me. I laid down as though I was weak because I realized at that point that I wasnt in control, my wolf was in control and I was a little wolf. My wolf was white, extremely white as snow but I can tell you that it was so adorable.

When the other wolves came by, he told them what had happened. I was watching them and I didnt make a sound. I didnt know how to shift to human but they knew that I would shift once the moon goes down because at that time I was not in control of my wolf. They all wondered how I was able to wolf-out at such age that they forgot to wonder what I was doing there at first.

Right before the moon went down for the sun to come up, I had shifted back to my human form, I was weak and I was taken home. The Alpha told me in the morning that I was unique but he doesnt know how great I was going to be. He also taught me how to haunt other animals at night and I learnt to control my wolf in the first two weeks on my own to the surprise of the whole pack. How much I wanted to tell my friends in school but I was warned not to, because not all the humans in the city knew who the werewolves were, just a few knew. Wolfing out at that age made me special in the pack and I grew up being a special child.

The Alpha died when I was seventeen, it was quit painful. I really wanted to be an Alpha but I didnt get the chance to tell him before he died. I was scared because female Alpha didnt exist as of then. His son Rory was to become the next Alpha.

Oh me.. Rory wont even be a good one I said to myself when we were grieving his father.