Alpha's Nala
Chapter 20. Blessy
Michael Angelo
On the Southern part of the Redwood Region, at the Redwood Pack Mansion.
Saturday,
5:35 PM.
I am already aware of the loud music, many chatters, and clicking of glasses down the hall.
However, after a long day of paperwork and dealing with pack issues, my mind and body needed serenity.
And where to acquire it than your very own room.
So here I am, taking my time on doing my necktie. Making sure it looks neat and presentable for tonight's mating ball when, all of a sudden, a small voice interrupted me.
I knew who it was, the minute the little wolf entered my chamber, for her scent — composing of lemon and mint — immediately filled the room.
Not to mention, her voice.
I recognize that voice anywhere, for there are no other seven-year-olds in the region that possesses an alpha tone, except her.
“Yes, Blessy?” I respond to my sister's little cry, eyes still focused on the nearly done knot.
There was no reply from her after that, making me assume that she already left. Though, instead of hearing a door closing, I surprisingly caught the sound of her soft footsteps walking towards me. Then, like a ray of sunshine, I felt the little she-wolf's warm presence behind me.
Almost, immediately, a smile found its way to my face.
“Oh, busy.” She quickly muttered at my back, discovering that I was a bit occupied at the moment.
My smile widened.
Regardless of her warm existence, what really lightened up my dark mood was the aura my sister brought with her; the innocence of a child and the purity of a soul, which so happens to be the same as my late mate, Nala.
My Nalaese Marie Snow…
The reminder, rather of infuriating me like the last time, made me calm. And my once frustrated face was now beaming with pure peace.
“In a minute little one, I'm almost done,” I stated, and was about to do the last loop when I caught a glimpse of her dirty reflection on the full-length mirror I was using.
Oh dear lord.
I quickly turned to face her, hoping my eyes were deceiving me. But once my gaze landed on the little girl, fully registering her appearance, I was utterly stunned to see how terrible-looking she really was.
Hell no, she did not…
Her supposed to be cute little princess gown — fuchsia in color and full of diamonds — was already brownish on the bottom part, while a couple of dirty handprints at the top. Her blonde hair which was supposed to be tied in a bun we're loosened, leaving her gold tiara hanging on the back of her head.
Though, what gave me the overall impression that she sneaked out of the castle and play unto the forest floor — AGAIN — was her hands and face, all covered with mud.
“Blessica Allison Joy Cane, what on earth got into you!” I roared, the shock was evident both in my face and voice.
Receiving no response from her, just a few blinks and fingers fidgeting, I swiftly grab her little arm and, as quick as the flash of light — werewolf speed, made her sit on a chair next to the dresser my Nala, once owned.
Catching a glimpse of that wardrobe, my anger instantly halted. Then, as obvious as it was now, I got momentarily distracted.
I know I should have thrown that out, or any stuff that belonged to my mate, but I can't. Not because I'm being too sentimental, but because it's one of those things that keeps me from going completely mad, or worse, seek solace again to BLOODLUST.
My ultimate cure, for three whole years...
As amazing as it would have been, to let myself be an animal — carefree and wild — for one day, though the danger that it would bring was much higher compared to the comfort that I aim to fulfill.
don't want that to happen again… I had caused enough damage to
— every belonging she owned
in a softer tone now,
of my sudden stupor, making me shift
a hug?” She innocently asked while
caring as she was, she always tries to comfort me whenever she sees signs of
get when you have a
instead of giving in to her hug and sweet gesture, I only frowned at her. Especially, after seeing up close how messy her image
be upset
just go outside and play in the mud as you wish, especially tonight.
almost forgot that I'm speaking to a kid who normally gets into trouble, not an
sister. Mika
his warning and began steadying my
echoed delicately inside my ears, which was also helping on calming the fury I
a glimpse of her face. Peculiarly, it lacks FEAR, and as much as I don't appreciate what I sound like earlier, she
However, she's not.
a seven-year-old child being lectured
eyes. They look very
me — as if her eyes were staring right at the soul, rather than the eyes
I froze.
hint of pure sadness in that gaze of her. A longing that I seem to understand, for I have it too
it's not just me who's still in grief… it's
to focus more on what I was supposed to be doing when I felt my
stop apologizing when she
of aggression — Bear is not fond of lying, internally nodded at him.
was right; that it was not as genuine
the end, sweetie. Especially, once you get to a point where
second after hearing my short speech and then, realizing that I caught her act, she — instead of feeling ashamed —
little smile at me — her
Woah.
to the warriors I have trained in the field. Others would have bowed
smile at me. Looking like
my lips parted out of pure
brave for my liking.’ Bear pointed out, sounding almost
this point. She doesn't do that unless she wanted to cheer
back of my mind, saying, ‘Or distract you from her
shook my shock after hearing that and internally lifted
whenever she needs someone to protect her from Mother's
ears down and
Michael Angelo. Touche'...’ Bear said, slowly retrieving to
I could only smirk.
blocking the communication with him, my attention went back to the little being in front of me. She's still smiling her dimpled
bad, I'm too amused
shake my head at her, in both
she-wolf,” I finally declared
Though, I didn't miss the fact that the smile didn't fully reach
Now, that's strange.
always this... lifeless?
But not really knowing what proper questions to ask or what simple words to say to a seven-year-old, especially when
get a wet towel to wipe her. Lastly, kneeling in front of her, I started cleaning her up; face
to wonder what was on her mind at
learn, and be down and dirty. But having her keep on doing it every now and
real question here is, was it really
she happened
another week in your room? Werewolves your age don't exactly like confinement Blessy, yet
same dimpled smile at me.