“Today’s prompt is: write a short fantasy story.”
Author’s note: As with Day 1 and Day 3, I’ve taken an idea I have for a full-length novel and decided to consumer test it by writing it as a short story. (Additional note: It’s just under 9,000 words as I got a little carried away, so be warned if you were after a quick read.) Werewolf stories seem to be in vogue at the moment; I blame it all on the ‘Twilight’ saga. Typical tropes include fated mates (people who are predestined to be together), pack Alphas (male leaders) who are all well over 6 feet tall, and Lunas (female leaders bonded to the Alphas) who are often physically and/or emotionally fragile but display huge amounts of resilience by surviving abuse and bullying. From what I can gather, there seems to be a lot of emphasis on the Lunas wearing pretty clothes and being carried around by the big strong Alphas, but a lot of people (myself included) think that there’s too much toxic masculine hegemony in a lot of the stories, so I’ve decided to give mine a bit of a twist.
Still interested? Then check out Day 5’s story.
The Wolf and the Witch-Child
As I walk down the aisle, resplendent in my white gown, I can feel the eyes of the whole pack upon me. I know some of them are wondering why the new Alpha chose me – it can’t just be because my father’s the retiring Alpha; and I can sense the inner wolves of a row of girls just ahead of me, growling with frustration because it’s me and not one of them.
Ahead of me, my groom waits. Not a muscle twitches; he doesn’t even turn his head to look at me. I try to make out who it is, my heart desperately hoping that it isn’t Aaron. Shafts of sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows of the tiny Gothic church obscure my vision so that I have only a blurred impression of height and strength; but his wolf calls to mine and I know that we are fated mates. Against my will, I am being dragged towards him, my need for him so urgent that it almost overwhelms me. The moon goddess herself has decreed that I will love both man and wolf, and my howl is now no longer one of frustrated denial but a song of joyful acceptance.
I reach his side and lift my veil to see his face, but his human form has disappeared and a pure white wolf stands in his place.
And that is the point where I always wake up.
*
“So, you have no idea who your fated mate is, then?” Galen’s question sounds casual, but he knows how on edge I’ve been feeling ever since I started having the wedding dream almost six weeks ago.
We’re sprawled on the river bank, enjoying the last rays of the late September sun. At our feet, water gurgles contentedly. I come here a lot when I want to be quiet and reflective – and so does Galen. It’s our ‘happy place’.
“Nothing,” I tell him now. “Every time I get close enough to see him, he’s a wolf. It could be anyone in the pack.”
“And how do you feel about that?” he persists. “Is there anyone in particular you’d like it to be?”
“No one,” I say, “and definitely not Aaron. He’s been strutting around for ages convinced he’s going to be the next Alpha and that somehow that gives him the right to take me as his mate.”
“Hmm, a guy who’s potentially the next Alpha, six four with rippling pecs and a bad-ass attitude. Yeah, I can see why you’d be averse to marrying someone like that,” Galen says lightly, his green eyes searching my face as if to check for tell-tale signs that I’m lying.
I bite my lip. Aaron is good-looking; but he’s also arrogant. What’s more, he’s got a mean streak – especially when it comes to Galen.
“I couldn’t be with someone who treats my best friend like dirt,” I say at last, my heart thumping as I wonder if Galen will understand what I’m trying to say.
He gives a bitter laugh. “It’s not as if I’m the only one – the whole pack treats me and my mom like pariahs.” His fingers tug self-consciously at the iron collar around his neck. “These anti-charm bracelets we’re forced to wear… They’re not exactly a badge of honor, are they?”
Galen was six years old when a group of pack-scouts found him and his mother in the woods – along with the body of a dead shifter. She admitted she was a witch and that the child was hers – perhaps she thought the Betas who made up the scout-party would be afraid of her if she confessed what she was; but what she didn’t know was that the scouts had a shaman in their midst: one with the power to neutralise her witchcraft. The iron collar he snapped around her neck was fastened by wolf-magic – as was the one he used to subdue her son. She must have come across the wolf by chance because he wasn’t from our pack – maybe he’d been tracking her or something: some kind of rogue mercenary hunting magical creatures for easy gold; but whatever the story was, she kept quiet about it, and that made her look even guiltier.
My gaze rests on him now: about 5’10 and slender but wiry. Over a decade of working in the stables, learning how to handle wild stallions, shovelling muck for hours on end, feeding, watering and grooming around thirty horses, give or take, has chiselled his body and honed his muscles just as effectively as the hours that Aaron and his cronies spend in the gym, pumping iron. There’s a quiet confidence about Galen: he doesn’t need to flex and pose like the alphas-in-waiting; he’s not trying to impress anyone. Galen is Galen – and that’s why I love him.
I’ve never told him this – what would be the point? I’m the Alpha’s daughter – his only child – and I can’t inherit my father’s title. Instead, I’ll become the Luna of my dad’s successor: the fiercest and bravest of the would-be Alphas. For months now, Aaron and the others have been duelling each other, practicing their moves in preparation for the big contest that’s taking place this weekend. Whoever wins will be crowned Alpha and I’ll have to marry him.
“You could always refuse, you know.” Galen breaks the silence that stretches between us. “I know tradition’s important to your people, but this is the twenty-first century, Cass. You’re not your father’s property – at least, you shouldn’t let yourself think you are.”
His dark hair flops over his forehead and he brushes it away with irritation. I stare at his long, pale fingers, imagining how it would feel if he were brushing the hair away from my face not his; wondering what it would be like if he kissed me.
“You need to live up to your name,” he says now. “Cassandra means ‘Warrior’. It’s time you started to fight for what you want.”
“Some warrior!” I sniff. “I haven’t shifted yet.”
In my dreams, my wolf is definitely there – so much a part of me that I struggle to know where one of us leaves off and the other begins. I thought I would shift on my sixteenth birthday – like so many of my friends did – but almost a year later, my wolf is still silent, causing me to wonder if I might not be a throwback: a shifter without the ability to shift.
“It’ll happen,” Galen says, trying to reassure me. He squeezes my shoulder, sending a million tiny sensations shooting through my entire body. I close my eyes, unable to keep looking at him without wanting something I know I can’t have.
“Cass?” There’s a note of uncertainty in Galen’s voice now. “Are you okay? Did I say something that upset you?”
Willing myself not to fall apart, I open my eyes again. I’m lost, and I know it. No matter who gets chosen as the Alpha, I’ll never be able to feel the same hopeless longing for him that sits in my belly now when I look at the boy who’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.
*
“What would your father say if he could see you?”
Malice drips from Aaron’s question as he strides towards us, surrounded by his normal entourage of adoring girls and sycophantic Betas. There’s no doubt he’s got some sort of charisma – at Winfold High, he was always the leader of the cool kids; and since he turned eighteen and became a full-time Beta, he’s been roaming the pack compound in the same arrogant way he used to stroll the school corridors.
I feel my face flush at his words. Galen and I weren’t doing anything, but I know it’s not the done thing to be found in the witch-child’s company. If anyone who mattered saw Alpha Quade’s daughter hanging out with a collared servant, I’d be confined to my room for a week.
“Keep your distance,” Aaron orders, looking at Galen as if he’s something nasty he’s stepped in. “I don’t want my mate to be contaminated by a piece of filth like you.”
Galen says nothing, but color begins to stain his cheeks. He’s used to abuse – verbal and physical; he’s lived with it for twelve years.
“I’m not your mate,” I say through gritted teeth.
Aaron ignores me. “Step away,” he says. “You should be knee deep in horse shit in the stables, not talking to the Alpha’s daughter as if you’re one of us.”
“I’ve finished mucking out the stables for today,” Galen tells him. His complexion’s returned to normal; he looks totally unfazed by Aaron’s attempt to bully him.
Aaron steps closer to Galen, attempting to intimidate him with his superior height and weight. Galen doesn’t flinch: instead, he eyes Aaron as if they’re equals. My stomach tightens. This is going to end badly.
“I told you to leave.” Aaron’s voice is almost a growl; his wolf’s not out, but it sounds like he’s not far away.
“I’m spending time with my friend.” Galen sounds calm although he must be shaking inside.
Without warning, Aaron lunges forward, trying to land a punch on Galen’s face. Something bubbles inside me – fear? anger? – but before I can let myself give in to this strange gut reaction, Galen sidesteps and dodges Aaron’s blow. The two of them face off, fists raised as if they’re in a high school boxing match, and my heart sinks. Aaron’s a dirty fighter. He was school boxing champion but only because he ignored the rules when the coach wasn’t looking.
I turn away momentarily, not wanting to watch Galen being beaten to a pulp. Aaron’s always had it in for him: it’s as if he’s jealous of him in some way.
“Stay away from my woman.” Aaron’s issuing a warning.
I spin round, facing them again. “You don’t own me! We’re not even dating.”
“I think Cass has a right to make her own decisions,” Galen says mildly.
Aaron growls under his breath. I can see the hatred in his eyes and I know he’s going to punish us both for daring to stand up to him. He needs to prove to himself and everyone else that he’s alpha material – to show them how easily he can subdue a helpless human – and believe me, Galen is as helpless as a non-magical human while he’s wearing that collar. It’s been welded to him since he was captured, despite him not showing any signs of magic either then or now. He might be the son of a witch, but he and his mother have been powerless since they were taken prisoner.
They’re still dancing round each other, eyes narrowed, focusing on the moment. Time stills; it’s as if the universe pauses to watch the two of them.
My heart twists. I already know what the outcome will be. Aaron is the strongest and fastest Beta in the pack, and Galen… Galen is intelligent and sensitive – the sort of person I’d want as my Alpha if he were a wolf; the mate I long for but know I can never have.
Aaron throws another punch. Galen avoids it neatly – his reflexes are surprisingly fast. Aaron shoots out a foot, trying to trip his opponent, but Galen bends his body, keeping his balance. When Aaron grabs hold of him, Galen twists and somehow manages to use Aaron’s own strength against him, making the Beta stumble.
“Don’t just stand there watching!” Aaron roars in frustration.
Horror-struck, I watch as four of his cronies hurry forward. Five against one. I’m detached from my body, forced to stand by as a helpless observer as they grab Galen and hold him still for Aaron to hit. I want to rush over and drag them off. I want to protect my mate.
Without thinking about what I’m doing, I release my inner wolf.
*
She’s been there all the time, just under the surface, waiting until I needed her. Her strength flows through my veins and I’m aware of a strange sensation as I drop to all fours and begin to arch my back. I’ve heard other people talk about shifting for the first time and how it feels as if all your bones are breaking at once; they don’t tell you how that stab of intense pain pales into insignificance beside the thrill of your wolf exploding out of you.
Letting my wolf instinct control me, I leap at Aaron, knocking him off balance, not caring if he shifts too. My wolf is ready to take on his.
He sprawls on the floor, his face thunder. His eyes are turning yellow; I can sense his wolf itching to come out.
Back off, my wolf tells him.
Surprisingly, his eyes return to their normal ice blue. “Let him go,” Aaron says out loud, injecting a note of boredom into his voice. “He’s not worth the effort.”
He clambers to his feet, trying to make out nothing untoward has happened. His lackeys are still holding Galen. I growl at them to release him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Aaron says. Lowering his voice, he murmurs, “This isn’t over, Cass. Your witch friend had better watch his back.”
I move between him and Galen, daring Aaron to see what happens if he tries to touch him again.
“We’re not wasting any more time with these losers.” The arrogance is back in Aaron’s voice. “When I’m Alpha, I’ll make sure they both obey me.”
I continue to stand guard over Galen until Aaron and his entourage have walked away. Once we’re alone, he drops to his knees in front of me and fondles my tufted wolf ears.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his fingers stroking through my dark, silken fur.
I growl with pleasure.
I know I need to shift back now that Galen’s out of danger but I’m enjoying the sensation of being touched by him. Wanting to prolong the physical contact, I push my nose into his chest, then look up at him. Our eyes meet.
For an endless moment, we gaze at each other. My wolf’s retreating: I want to be human once more so I can feel Galen’s hand stroking my back, his lips pressed against mine.
I’m mid-shift when I realize that human Cass will be naked. My clothes ripped when I transformed.
“Uh, Cass…” Galen must have come to the same conclusion as me because he pulls away from me and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not looking at you,” he continues, eyes closed. “You can put my shirt on to cover your dignity until we get back to the Alpha house.”
Now fully human, I take the shirt from his outstretched hand. He’s a good ten inches taller than I am so the shirt’s long enough on me to pass for a mini-dress – but only just.
“You can open your eyes now,” I say, fastening the last button.
His green eyes flicker as he takes in the sight of me in his shirt. Am I imagining it, or is there something between us: some current of electricity that makes me tingle all over from just being near him?
It would be the perfect moment for our first kiss, but he’s holding back. Perhaps he doesn’t feel the same way I do.
“We’d better get going,” he says awkwardly. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me. If Aaron’s told your father…”
“What, told my father that he’s a bully who attacked you for no reason? Or that he had to get reinforcements because you were beating him in a fight? Get real, Galen. He’s not going to say anything that puts him in a less than perfect light. You know how much he wants to be Alpha.”
Then a thought strikes me. Aaron managed to land several blows while his friends were holding Galen. “How badly are you hurt?” I ask.
Galen shrugs. “I’m fine.”
“You’re sure you haven’t got cracked ribs? I thought I heard something shatter when he hit you.”
Galen shakes his head. “It hurt at the time, but it’s fine now.”
Even though I’ve only shifted once, I know that superfast healing is part of what we do as wolves. Is it a witch thing too?
“Have you inherited your mother’s witch-power?”
“I don’t know.” He won’t look me in the eye.
And just like that, the potential closeness between us is gone.
*
We’re careful for the next few days. I don’t want to give Aaron any more incentive to hate Galen. We don’t go to our happy place by the river; instead, we hang out in the stables, grooming the horses side by side while we talk in low voices about the future.
“We could run away together,” he says. “I don’t want to spend my whole life in a collar, and you don’t want to be forced to marry the next Alpha.”
My heart skips a beat. We’d be fugitives, forever on the run – but we’d be together.
“Let’s do it,” I say, counting rapidly in my head. “Today’s Wednesday and my father’s announcing the new Alpha on Saturday. That means we need to leave tomorrow or the day after.”
“I’m ready to leave at any time,” he says. He hesitates. “Can we take my mom? I don’t like the idea of her being left here on her own.”
My heart stills at the idea of what Aaron might do to her if he thought she knew where we’d gone. He wouldn’t think twice about torturing a defenceless woman to get information – or to punish her for her son’s disobedience. Besides, I like Myrna. Despite being a servant, she’s been a mother-figure to me ever since my mom died three years ago.
“Let’s go and tell her now,” I say. She’ll be in one of the Alpha house bedrooms at the moment – she always changes the sheets on Wednesdays – but everyone else should be out so we won’t have to answer awkward questions.
We find her pretty quickly – or what’s left of her. She’s lying on the floor of one of the guest rooms, her face a mass of vicious looking scratches and a hole in her neck where her throat’s been torn out. Clean bedlinen is scattered on the floor around her: she must have been carrying it when she was attacked.
Galen lets out a small grief-stricken sound. His face is deathly pale. I want to put my arms around him and comfort him, but his grief is too new, too raw.
“Aaron,” he says at last.
I nod.
“I need to find him,” Galen says. His voice is tight. “I need to make him pay for what he’s done.”
“No!” I catch hold of his arm, afraid he’ll walk out of the room and start looking for Aaron straightaway. “You can’t fight him. He’s setting you up so he’ll have a legitimate excuse to kill you.”
“He killed my mother!”
“We don’t have proof,” I remind him. “And Aaron’s going to be the new Alpha. You can’t accuse him of murder – it’ll be seen as treason.”
Pain rolls off him in waves. Pain mixed with anger and something else I can’t yet define.
“I can’t lose you, Galen.” It’s the closest I can come to confessing my love for him.
“Tonight,” he says, his jaw set. “There’s some kind of event in the Beta house. Aaron and his myrmidons are going to be drinking all night – I overheard two of them talking about it when I was mucking out earlier. That’s an advantage of being a servant: no one notices you when you’re just getting on with your job. … We’ll sneak away while they’re busy partying. I don’t want to spend any more time here than I have to.” He looks at me. The sweet, sensitive boy I grew up with has been replaced with a young man who knows the weight of grief. “You don’t have to do this, Cass – not unless you really want to.”
But I do have to do this. My need for Galen is a slow burning ache inside me. I have to be where he is: if he’s not in my life, I’ll cease to exist.
“I’ll go and pack now,” I say. “Nothing much – just a few clothes and essentials. Nothing that won’t fit in a rucksack.”
“How are you going to leave your house without being spotted with a rucksack?”
“I’ll throw it out of the window,” I say, the plan forming as I speak. “If it lands in the bushes, no one will see it.”
“I hope you’re a good shot,” Galen says soberly, “because if anyone sees your bag and realizes what you’re doing…”
I reach up to squeeze his shoulder. “Nothing’s going to go wrong. I promise.”
*
Only, something does go wrong – not with packing my rucksack; not with throwing it out of the window – what goes wrong is far worse than anything I could have anticipated.
The first inkling I have that our plans are about to be scuppered is when my father enters my room just after I’ve heaved my bag out of the window. At first, I think he’s seen it land in the bushes outside; but as he starts speaking, I realize that this was something far more serious.
“Who normally cuts your hair?” he demands, striding across the floor to scrutinise me at close range.
“What?”
“Who does your hair? Would they have time to do something with it before tonight?”
My hand flies instinctively to my ponytail. I haven’t had a haircut for about three years – ever since Galen let slip that he likes long hair. It’s waist-length when I don’t tie it up, but it’s too impractical to walk around with it loose all the time.
He’s opening my closet door and rifling through the contents before I have time to reply. “You need more dresses. The future Luna should be stylish and sophisticated. You’ll have to borrow something that’s more appropriate for the big announcement. Are any of the other girls your size?”
Big announcement?
“What’s happening tonight?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
He finally turns aside from my clothes rail to look at me. “I’m announcing the new Alpha tonight. Now that you’ve shifted for the first time, there’s no point in waiting. After all, it’s going to be your engagement party too.” He pauses. “I wanted to surprise you, so I’ve got a team decorating the Beta house and the caterers are there now, setting up. But then I thought you’d rather know in advance so you have time to get ready. You need to make a good impression, Cassandra. There’ll be Alphas from other packs. It’s an important night for us – and Aaron.”
Aaron. My heart sinks even though I’d anticipated this. I can’t do this. If my engagement’s announced officially, I’ll never be able to leave.
“Can’t we do this tomorrow?” I blurt out, desperation making my voice squeak. “That would give me time to get my hair and nails done, and buy a new dress, and…”
“No.” It’s the pack Alpha not my father who answers the question. “The celebration’s taking place tonight and that’s final.” He consults his watch. “You’ve got just under four hours to get ready.”
And just like that, all my dreams of escaping are dashed to pieces. If I don’t show up at the feast, my dad and Aaron will come looking for me – along with a bunch of Alphas from other packs. Galen won’t stand a chance.
*
Under the pretext of going to see a friend to borrow a dress, I sneak back to the stables to let Galen know the worst. His face lights up when he sees me, and my gut twists when I realize I won’t be able to spend time with him from now on. I know without being told that Aaron will guard me possessively as soon as our engagement’s announced. He’s had girlfriends in the past but they’ve only ever been casual – a warm up for the main event of marrying the Alpha’s daughter. Nevertheless, I’ve seen the bruises around eyes that dared to look in the direction of other men. Aaron doesn’t share his toys. Perhaps it’s just as well that Galen’s leaving because it would only be a matter of time before Aaron found an excuse to beat him up again, knowing how much it would upset me.
“That was quick.” He’s still carrying the horror of his loss – there’s a haunted expression in his eyes that wasn’t there before; but his face quirks into a half-smile as if he’s pleased I’m there.
“Change of plan,” I tell him. “You’ll have to leave on your own.”
For a moment, he says nothing; then, “Do you mind telling me why?” His voice is deliberately casual but I can sense his heart breaking inside.
“That thing in the Beta house – it’s my engagement party.” The words drag themselves unwillingly from my lips. “My father’s naming Aaron as the new Alpha and me as the new Luna.”
“I see.” Galen turns away from me and begins brushing one of the horses. An invisible wall of resentment shimmers between us. “So you’re going to marry him – after what he did to my mom.” The words are flat. Lifeless.
“I don’t want to marry him.” Tears are forming in my eyes. “But I have to.” I take a deep breath. “It’s the only way to keep you safe.”
The brush he’s been using clatters to the floor as Galen spins round to look at me again.
“Cass?”
And then his arms are around me and his lips are on mine, and I’m swimming and flying at the same time, and I know I’ve finally come home.
*
“I’ve wanted to do that for years,” he says as we finally break apart.
Blood’s thrumming in my ears; my pulse is racing. “Don’t stop,” I say softly, reaching for him again, but he shakes his head, grinning.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later – when we’re far away from here.”
“We’re still leaving? But I can’t. What about…?”
“We’ll find a way.”
Somehow, his lips find mine once more and we cling to each other. My bones turn to water as he kisses me and I feel ready to fall apart.
“What about your witch-magic?” I ask as we finally come up for air.
He grimaces. “I don’t know if I have any. I’ve been collared most of my life.”
I stand on tiptoe, stretching up to feel the iron collar around his neck. I know that it’s fastened with wolf-magic, but I don’t know anyone with that skill. The shaman who imprisoned Galen and Myrna left us years ago, and he was the only person I’ve met who knew how to use it.
Galen’s fingers close over mine. “Maybe we need to join forces,” he says. “Combine your wolf and my magic.”
It’s a slender chance but we have to take it. I let his fingers guide mine over the cold, smooth metal, tracing it all the way around until they meet something that feels different.
“It’s a catch,” I say in surprise, fumbling to open it. But the collar remains locked and I want to howl with frustration.
“Let me try,” he says. The catch springs apart in seconds and we look at each other.
“Was that you or me?” he asks.
I shake my head in ignorance of the answer.
Galen removes the collar, staring at it wonderingly.
“Try some magic,” I tell him.
“I don’t know how,” he begins, then smiles as an idea comes to him. “What are your favourite flowers?”
“Pansies,” I say immediately.
He grabs my hand. “I don’t know if this will work, but it’s worth a try.”
I let him lead me outside the stable. Several large ceramic tubs filled with earth are dotted under the windowsill of the adjoining house. “The gardeners are getting them ready for replanting,” Galen says. Gazing at the tubs, he begins to mutter something under his breath. As I watch, tiny shoots spring up that grow and blossom until…
“Pansies,” I breathe. They’re a riot of color: purples, lilacs, whites, yellows… “Are they real?” I ask next.
Galen nods. “I saw one of the gardeners planting seeds earlier today. All I did was speed up the growing process.” He pauses. “My mom couldn’t use her magic once she was collared, but she told me about it – how she used to be able to speed up time or slow it down. She said magic’s not about creating something out of nothing: it’s about using what’s already there but intensifying it.”
He pulls me back into the stable and our lips meet again in a long, lingering kiss. “If I could, I’d freeze time to make that last forever,” he says.
I’m about to nod in agreement when a thought strikes me. “You can freeze time.”
“Uh, I guess so. I haven’t tried yet, but I think I’ve just demonstrated that I can speed it up.”
I break away from him, walking up and down to help me concentrate. “Do you think you could freeze time tonight?” I ask. “As in, for long enough for us to get away?”
He looks startled. “I don’t know, but I can try.”
“Then tonight,” I tell him, pushing his long, dark locks out of his eyes, “you and I are going to walk out of the Beta house and no one is going to stop us.”
*
The Beta house is packed by the time Dad and I enter. The folding doors that separate the ground floor rooms have been pushed back to create one huge space set up with tables like a wedding reception. White and silver balloons adorn the walls and there are banners that say ‘Congratulations!’ A long trestle table at one end of the room groans under the weight of platters of food and there are opened bottles of wine on every table. Dad glances at me and then nods approvingly. I’m wearing a figure-hugging gown in pale blue that matches my eyes, and my uncut hair is twisted into an elegant knot on top of my head. Stylish and sophisticated, just like he wanted.
Across the room, I spot Galen acting as a waiter. He’s wearing the collar again, but it no longer has magical properties. He said it would make people see him as less of a threat. I catch his eye and he gives a barely perceptible nod. That means he’s ready, although I know he still has mixed feelings about this. Once he realized he could use witch-magic, Galen had wanted us to leave straight away, but I told him that if I wasn’t there for the festivities, Dad and the visiting Alphas would come looking for me and that I doubted any kind of magic would be able to prevent them from executing the servant who’d run away with me.
“And tell me what’s going to give us a better chance of escaping if we’re both at this party,” he’d said.
I’d explained that the whole pack would be there. “It means everyone’s in one place for you to freeze them,” I told him. “It’ll give us a better head start.”
Lost in my thoughts, I’m unaware of anything else until my wolf growls and my skin prickles. I turn around to find Aaron eying me hungrily as if I’m a raw steak.
“Glad you made the effort to dress up for me.” Arrogance oozes from his pores. He knows he’s the pack’s golden boy – how could any woman resist his sun-streaked hair and muscled physique?
“The dress isn’t for you,” I tell him. “My father wanted me to look the part for the visiting Alphas.”
He reaches a hand towards me and I step away from his touch. For a moment, his eyes narrow, and then he lets out a derisive snort. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you, Cass – once you’re officially my Luna.”
“Go to hell!” I snap at him. My wolf growls impatiently, but I keep her in check. Just another hour or so, I tell her, and then Galen and I will be leaving.
“You’re beautiful when you’re annoyed.” He’s laughing at me now, secure in the knowledge that I’m his – whether or not I want to be. He places a possessive hand on my shoulder before I can wriggle away from him: he’s claiming me in front of the entire pack.
I’m angry enough to shift, but I don’t. Instead, I keep telling myself that I only have to put up with this for a little longer. I turn away from Aaron, my eyes searching the room, trying not to stare too obviously at the mate my heart has chosen. In less than an hour, we’ll be free; but I can’t help the icy sense of foreboding that’s seeping through my veins.
*
It’s tradition for everyone to sit down to eat and drink before the official announcement of the new Alpha. Dad’s been leader here for as long as I can remember, but over the years, I’ve accompanied him to other Alpha ceremonies in various packs across the county, so I know how these ceremonies unfold. I used to love the excitement of waiting for the big reveal, and I didn’t realize at the time that I was being shown off like a prize broodmare – without any sons of his own to become Alpha after him, Dad was using me as bait to entice worthy candidates. That’s how Aaron ended up being part of our pack: he was only fourteen when Dad and I visited Willow Creek five years ago, but he already had a reputation for being faster and stronger than anyone else who was still of school age. He knew he wouldn’t make Alpha anytime soon if he stayed where he was – the guy taking up the mantle while we were there was in his early twenties so it looked like he’d be around for a long time; but Aaron was happy to transfer to Forest Glen on the understanding that he’d be made Beta as soon as he was old enough and that he’d be training with the other potential Alphas.
My suspicions that Aaron really is going to be the next Alpha are confirmed when we take our seats at the top table. Dad has the centre seat, with me sitting next to him and Aaron on my other side – a Luna hemmed in by two Alphas so I can’t escape. The visiting Alphas are also on our table – each with his own Luna. I’m feeling claustrophobic before the eating and drinking starts.
On one side of me, Dad is discussing pack policy with Alpha Aimilios from Tall Pines; on the other, Aaron is trying to woo me with what he thinks is sexy talk, fuelled by the vast quantities of wine he’s knocking back. I ignore all of it, not wanting to engage in any more conversation with him. Then, as the meal progresses, his comments stop being suggestive and become downright crude.
I’m relieved when Dad finally calls for silence and tells the assembled company that he’s about to announce the new Alpha. Galen’s hovering nearby with a platter of chicken; I catch his eye and he nods.
As the crowd begins to quieten down, Galen starts muttering words under his breath. At first, I don’t see any difference; then gradually, Dad’s voice begins to drag to a halt as time slows down and finally freezes.
Galen walks over to the top table and takes my hand. I’m aware of what’s going on but I’m as immobile as everyone else.
“C’mon, Cass!” Glen sounds impatient. “We need to leave now. I don’t know how long I can freeze time for.”
I can’t move, my mind tells him.
I don’t know whether he can hear me or not – wolves can mind-link, but I don’t know if witches do that too – but a look of comprehension suddenly dawns on his face. “You’re frozen like the others.”
Scooping me out of my chair, he begins to carry me away from the table and out of the hall. Aaron’s eyes flash fury. I can’t help feeling a sense of smug satisfaction.
*
We’re approaching the threshold of the hall when time starts again. I suddenly realize that I can move my fingers, but everything’s in triple slow motion. Horror squeezes my heart as I watch Aaron force himself to his feet, attempting to come after us. He looks like he’s moving through treacle.
“I’m sorry, Cass.” Galen begins muttering again, but it’s too late: before he can refreeze time, four heavily-built shifters rush in from outside and grab hold of us. Of course – there would have been Beta bodyguards left on duty outside the Beta house. I saw them when Dad and I arrived, but I just assumed they’d come in and join us once all the guests had arrived.
By now, Aaron’s reached us and my father isn’t far behind.
“Glad you were able to get here in time,” Dad says, addressing his remark to the Betas holding us. “I wasn’t sure if you’d been affected too when I sent the mind-link.”
“By the time you’d alerted us to the danger, it was too late,” one of them says. “We found we couldn’t move at our normal speed – everything had slowed to about a hundredth of what it should have been.”
Galen’s magic had still reached them outside, but it hadn’t been strong enough to freeze them. And when time had restarted slowly in the hall, it had kicked in at full strength outdoors. I try not to look at Galen, not wanting to make things worse. If necessary, I’ll take responsibility myself for freezing time: I can claim I found the spell in a book and that I had no idea what it would do.
Dad’s looking at me now as if he doesn’t know who I am anymore. His face is a mixture of disgust and disappointment, and I know he must be embarrassed too. I’ve let him down in front of the whole pack – and all the visiting Alphas.
I open my mouth to tell him I’m sorry, but Aaron gets in first. “I think we have grounds here for a trial,” he says, his voice steel. “It’s quite obvious that Cassandra was being taken against her will. The witch-child-” – and here he spat in Galen’s face – “is guilty of kidnapping the future Luna. And as her intended mate, it is my right to challenge him to fight to the death in a Wolf Duel.”
“You can’t!” I burst out, terror making me reckless. “Galen’s a witch. He can’t shift. He doesn’t stand a chance!”
Aaron is smirking at us both. He knows exactly what will happen. He’ll tear Galen’s throat out in front of me and I’ll be forced to watch.
*
“At least give him a different opponent,” I continue wildly. Someone who doesn’t hate Galen as much as Aaron does. “Or make Aaron fight in human form.” Galen’s beaten Aaron before in a fair fight. He can do it again.
My father’s shaking his head and I can see that the other Alphas are in agreement. “You know the rules, Cassandra: once someone challenge someone else to a Wolf Duel, the fight is between those two only. And of course Aaron needs to shift: it’s a Wolf Duel, not a Man Duel.” His tone is cold and emotionless. He wants to get this over quickly.
Ice begins creeping through my bones. I sway on my feet, fear making me unsteady despite the bodyguards holding me, then right myself once more. Plunging into the depths of my soul and finding a strength I hadn’t known I possessed, I meet Aaron’s eyes. “I cast the spell – not him. If anyone should be facing you in a Wolf Duel, it’s me.”
A shocked hush falls over the room and I inwardly curse myself for forgetting that supersensitive hearing is all part of the wolf package. Then again, everyone would still have heard me if I’d whispered.
Aaron doesn’t bother lowering his own voice as he replies. If anything, he projects it so that everyone can hear easily. “My poor little Luna. He’s bewitched your mind. Doesn’t that prove that he needs to be eradicated?”
The crowd’s wolves murmur angrily. If I’m not careful, there’ll be more than person shifting into a crazed killer today.
Cass… Galen’s voice in my mind. So, witches can do it as well as wolves… Don’t worry – I know how to use my magic now. I’m not afraid of Aaron.
“And we’ll make sure it’s a fair fight,” Aaron continues. He beckons to one of the men standing with my father. “Alpha, we need your shaman.”
The shifter he’s addressed, a tall man in his forties with grey hair and a hatchet-face, nods in the direction of someone who looks like he might be of Zimbabwean descent. Like most shamans these days, he’s clad in a business suit rather than a robe, but the white painted tribal markings on his face leave me in doubt as to his profession.
“Mr Zwane,” the Alpha says by way of introduction.
From his breast pocket, Mr Zwane takes a stick of blue chalk. Without saying a word, he begins drawing a large ring on the floor: the battle arena. The crowd that had surged forward to gawp at Galen and me shrinks away again.
At first, I don’t understand what’s going on. My father pulls Mr Zwane aside and mutters something to him, gesturing at Galen and his collar. Mr Zwane shakes his head.
They know the collar doesn’t work anymore, Galen tells me. The shaman’s creating a space that prohibits magic in the same way. Once I step inside that circle, I’ll be powerless.
The circle’s complete. Mr Zwane takes an odd-shaped instrument from his trouser pocket. It looks very old – as if it’s been carved from the bone of a sabre-toothed tiger or the ivory tusk of an extinct mammoth. Vivid blue and red feathers are tied to one end of it with scarlet thread. Mr Zwane walks around the perimeter of the circle, shaking the – whatever it is – and muttering strange, unintelligible words. The hairs rise on the back of my neck as he does so, and by the way other people’s inner wolves are fidgeting, I can guess that everyone else feels as disconcerted as I do. Even Aaron looks slightly uncomfortable.
Mr Zwane finishes his ritual and nods at my father. “It’s done,” he says. “100% witch-proof.”
“Then we can start right away,” Aaron interjects. He begins unbuttoning his shirt. Someone in the crowd whistles.
I watch in stupefied silence, wondering why he’s taking off his clothes. His body’s well-muscled, but it doesn’t interest me at all. Surely he doesn’t expect me to agree to being his Luna just because he’s stripped down to his boxers?
And then my heart hammers as the pieces fall into place. Aaron’s getting ready to shift. He’s not going to give Galen a chance to best him again like that other day at the lake.
He’s going to wolf out as soon as the contest starts, and Galen won’t be able to defend himself.
*
Tears prick at my eyes as Galen’s dragged into the circle to face Aaron. They eye each other warily, the almost naked 6’4 hunk and his 5’10 fully clothed opponent. It’s almost like David and Goliath, except Galen doesn’t even have a slingshot to defend himself with. For a brief moment, I dare to hope that the shaman was wrong and that Galen will be able to freeze Aaron, but when I catch Galen’s eye, he gives a tiny shake of his head and I know the battle’s already lost.
“Wolves of Forest Glen…” Dad’s voice rings out confidently. “…Visiting Alphas… One of our pack has brought an accusation against the witch-child, Galen. Alpha-Elect Aaron claims his right to ask for a Wolf Duel. Let the Moon Goddess herself decide who is right: if the accusation is just, may Aaron defeat his enemy…” Cheers break out around the room at this. “…But if the witch-child has been wrongly accused, let the Goddess herself protect him.” The accompanying silence is a pretty clear indication of whose side the audience is on. “May the loser’s death be swift.”
The words are barely out of his mouth when Aaron drops onto all fours and begins to shift. His eyes have turned yellow and his back arches; he’s almost doubling in size. Within moments, a huge shaggy wolf stands opposite Galen emitting a low rumble of hatred.
I gaze at my would-be lover, realising that it’s the first time I’ve seen him in wolf-form. I’d imagined his coat would be golden, like the streaks in his hair, but Wolf-Aaron’s fur is a dark grey color. It’s standing on end now as he crouches, ready to spring at his prey.
I can’t bear to watch Galen being torn limb from limb, but I can’t look away either. I need to commit this scene to memory so that some time in the future, I can make Aaron pay for it. Clenching my fists so hard that my nails dig into my palms, I force myself to keep watching.
Galen drops to his own knees, and for a moment, I think he’s trying to protect himself by crouching in a fetal position, protecting his throat; but as I continue to stare, something incredible happens. Galen’s entire body starts to shimmer. It takes a few seconds for me to work out that he’s glowing with sweat from the exertion of… shifting. This should be Aaron’s perfect moment: he can easily defeat someone whose body is transforming for the first time; whose bones are breaking and resetting; who’s confused by discovering he’s not what he’s grown up believing he is.
Only he doesn’t. Aaron seems as mesmerized as the rest of us, staring in awed silence as Galen steps forward in wolf-form: the white wolf of my dreams.
*
Almost as a delayed reaction, Wolf-Aaron regains his composure and springs at Galen. Galen meets him mid-leap, and the two hurtle to the ground, grappling together, teeth biting, claws ripping, no holds barred. Galen’s human form may be physically inferior to Aaron’s, but his wolf is bigger, stronger. I gaze at the powerful jaws and know that they won’t struggle to rip Aaron’s throat out. Galen’s not just going to defend himself: he’s going to execute the person who murdered his mother.
And a part of me feels glad. I want to see Aaron suffer; I want him to know what it feels like when someone more powerful inflicts pain on him.
The air around us is thick with tension as the fight continues. The cheers for Aaron have died down; it’s no longer an unequal fight between wolf and witch but an evenly matched contest of strength and skill.
That’s when it hits me. If Galen wins, he’ll have beaten the new Alpha. And that means…
My concentration returns to the scene before me. Aaron’s tiring: he’s not used to fighting someone with stamina to match his own. But Galen’s been forced into manual labour for the past twelve years, working fourteen-hour shifts with barely a break, endlessly repeating physically demanding tasks. Charged with adrenaline, he’s almost a blur, dodging Aaron’s attacks and inflicting plenty of damage of his own. Meanwhile, Aaron’s bleeding from a scratch near his right eye, and his left ear is torn; he’s dragging one of his back legs as if it pains him.
It’s not hard to guess how this is going to end.
There’s a sudden last-ditch surge of strength from Aaron as he sees his Alpha crown slipping away from him. With a howl of fury, he aims himself at Galen’s throat only to be batted back with such force that he flies across the arena, landing on his back with the wind knocked out of his sails. Broken and bleeding, he lies there, a helpless victim, as Wolf-Galen casually saunters over to him and stands looking down at him with contempt.
Aaron knows he’s defeated. He offers Galen his throat. The room stills as everyone waits for the kill. I’m waiting too, dancing on toes of anticipation. Nobody, not even my father, can refuse to let me take Galen as my mate now he’s proved himself in front of the pack.
Galen bares his teeth, ready to exact revenge for his mother. The silence is deafening.
Slowly, Galen withdraws from Aaron and transforms back into his human form. Someone has the presence of mind to hand him a scarf to veil his modesty. At his feet, Aaron twitches, but Galen quells him with a look.
“A strong leader knows how to show mercy,” he says. His voice is quiet, but we all hear it. He’s mind-linking everyone here. “Aaron deserves death, but I choose to let him live…” The sharp intake of breath that ripples round the room tells me that no one was expecting this. To be honest, I wasn’t either.
“I’m the new Alpha!” The words escape in a howl from Aaron, now no longer in wolf form. “You don’t have the right…”
“Silence!” My father’s whiplash command startles me. “You were Alpha-in-waiting,” he tells Aaron, making sure that the assembled company hears his words, “and you threw it away in a petty act of vengeance, duelling someone you were certain you would defeat.” He takes a deep breath. “I will not let my wolves be led by anyone reckless. This error of judgement nearly cost you your life…” He pauses to glance at Galen – a look full of surprise and grudging respect – then continues, “…The next time, you could endanger the whole pack. From now on, you are no longer a part of Forest Glen.”
The bruises on Aaron’s body are livid – but not as livid as the expression on his face.
“You have twelve hours,” my father says. “If you’re still in the compound after that, I’ll give Galen permission to finish what you started.”
Heads are nodding all around the room. People are agreeing with my father’s decision to banish Aaron. He’s gone from hero to zero in a matter of minutes.
“Ga-len!” somebody shouts and the crowd joins in. “Ga-len! Ga-len! Ga-len!”
My father’s smiling. He’s actually pleased that people are shouting Galen’s name. “Let’s do this properly,” he says, calling for silence. “Galen…” He fumbles for the surname.
“Galen Witch-child,” I say helpfully.
“Galen Braveheart,” my father corrects me. “Galen Braveheart, you have proven yourself in battle as a warrior, but you have also demonstrated self-control and sober judgement. I can think of no better man to lead as Alpha in my stead.”
“I accept your offer.” Galen’s language is as formal as my father’s. “And ask for the gift of your daughter as my Luna.”
Before my father can reply, Galen reaches out and grabs my hand. Pulling me towards him, he whispers, “I know you wanted to leave, but I think we can both afford to stick around now.”
And then he kisses me in front of my father and the whole pack, and the crowd goes wild.
*
“So,” I say as we sit by the river, once more in our happy place, “your mom was a witch and your dad was a werewolf.”
Galen nods.
“And you’re a…” What? Is there even a name for what Galen is?
“A bit of both,” he says. He pulls me closer so that I’m snuggled into him with his hand stroking my shoulder. It all seems so natural – as if we’re meant to be together.
“Why didn’t you tell me about your wolf heritage before?” I ask now.
He looks uncomfortable. “My mom never really talked about it. When your pack found us, we were on the run. I can’t remember much because I was so little when it all happened, but I think my dad must have been the dead shifter – the one they thought my mom had killed. He must have died trying to protect us. My mom had no idea who your scouts were or how they’d react if they found out she was the mate of a wolf… I think she was worried I’d be killed if anyone found out I was a half-breed. That might have been why we were running away in the first place.”
“That’s all behind you now,” I say. “The pack’s accepted you as their new Alpha. No one cares what happened in the past.”
“Maybe…” He sounds thoughtful. “I think it will take a while to work out how to balance my witch- and wolf-sides, though.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” I tell him.
And then he starts to kiss me, and time stands still without the need for magic.