Epilogue 8
Epilogue 8
16 years later
Sol
I sat there reading a book about the history of werewolves. I had no idea there were so many wars. I didn't want to have a war while I was the alpha. I had known the kind of impact it had on my pack in the past. My mother still suffered from the war.
Not only her but many others in the pack were still suffering. My father had told me that it would most likely happen again when I was the alpha, and he told me I needed to prepare for it.
I needed to find a way to avoid it. I loved my mother, but I never wanted to have to go through something like that. My father, the alpha, thought it would happen, though. He had said, "Sol, a lot of other packs will hate to have a female alpha. They will want to come after. I need you to prepare for that because I am positive you will have to fight to hold your position." I had taken his words to heart. I knew I didn't want that to happen, but I also knew it would most likely not be peaceful when I took over.
In our discussion, my father added. "Do not tell your mother about this. She hates war. You know this, and the thought of you being in a war like the one we fought so long ago would just break her heart." I knew he was right. There had been several threats over the years against Shadow Pack, and it consistently wreaked my mother. No matter how strong she was, she suffered when thinking about the past. From what I had heard, it was so bloody and gruesome. She had lost several people she cared about. Even to this day, she would not talk about their deaths.
I remember one time my mother's best friend Kimi brought up Robert, and My mom could not stop crying for three days. She was inconsolable. My father told me what had happened, and I understood how that affected my mom. Then, one time, my uncle Quill said something about their old luna Nieva, and mom again started to cry and locked herself in her den for days. She was so strong, but my dad explained that she suffered a lot of guilt for their deaths.
It was not only them that sent my mother into a deep depression, but a few others and she just could not stop crying. I knew she was strong, but some things really messed her up. I knew she had fought like no other person had ever fought. But that came with a price. I loved her and really did think my mom was the strongest person who ever walked the earth. But as I read over the bloody history of our kind, I could not help but worry that it would be my future.
I sat in my new suite, thinking about how I would handle threats. But nothing came to mind. I knew strategy. Both my mom and dad walked me through it. I was a strong fighter, the best, besides my mother. I definitely was as good as my dad. But my mother, the Luna, was on a whole other level. She would only train with me. When I was younger, my father had to explain that she hated to fight. Ever since the war, she would only fight to train me. Everyone else she never touched.
So, I knew I would be able to handle a fight, but I didn't know if I would have the foresight to really plan a defense, and that was something that worried me. It would be years before I took over as alpha. Both my parents were still young, and I didn't think they would step down anytime soon. I didn't even know if they would until one of them died. They certainly were good leaders and had no reason to pass me the pack anytime soon.
I pondered all these things when I heard my mother howl and my father after her. Then, the whole pack began, and I grimaced. I knew why they howled; they were fucking. They had sex all the time. Honestly, I was happy they loved each other so much, but I didn't like to hear it. I was so thankful when my dad said I could have my own den. Being in the room next to them, I heard them all the time, and it made me feel weird when I listened to some of the things they did.
I wondered if I would be like that with my mate. I swear they were always all over each other. I hoped I had that someday. I had no plans to have sex with anyone who was not my mate, and even if I did, no one in the pack looked at me like that. I was a social outcast. I mean, sure, others respected me, but no one wanted to hang out with me other than my cousins. I never knew why. My mom had told me to try to get to know others, but it always felt forced.
Dad thought it was because they might be intimidated by what I would be one day, but I thought it was because I never knew what to say. I could have been more outgoing. I always focused on my studies and training. I had such high expectations for myself and what I would be one day that I never made time for friends. I worried that when I did take over, the pack would not like me like they loved my parents.
It was a huge concern of mine. I just didn't know if I could live up to my parents legacy. I pushed the negative thoughts away. I needed to focus on what I could do to be better. I knew I wanted to talk to my parents tomorrow about attending college after I finished high school. I was graduating early and wanted to experience the world outside the pack. I'd like to pick up some social skills, and college would be an excellent place to get that kind of experience.
I didn't know if they would go for it because I wanted to go out of state. They had already told me college was a good idea, but I knew they were thinking of online school so I could stay here. I wanted to try something different. I just hoped they saw where I was coming from and went for it. I would bring up the fact I had no mate and that I would not be becoming alpha for a long time. It was a good time for me to go out into the world.
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