Rachel lives and breathes the world of magic. As an heir to the throne of a secret werewolf culture, she stands in the doorway to the spirit world, staring in the face of things her pack can only imagine. That is the way. Her parents understand, as does the next Alpha, Andrew, her predestined soulmate. But when the scale is tipped out of balance, they're both placed in a race against time to save their pack and everything they have ever known, plagued by a question of morality: What is right? Or, more importantly, what's wrong?


6. Rachel


Sitting at my brother's side, the night blurred on in a frenzied state of joy and excitement, laughing and joking with everyone who came by to congratulate us. And everyone in our nearly five hundred count pack came to congratulate us. Beside me, Andrew sat straight and proud, authoritative in posture but kind and respectful with his voice and words. An Alpha anyone would be proud of.

Just like the Alpha who had us seated in places of honor, beside him and my mother. To watch plays and dances, listen to songs of the seasons and the young children learning to howl. That was my favorite, because when a young boy was having trouble, Andrew went to teach him to release a full, deep-throated howl at the Moon.

He sat back down once the boy had mastered the art, howling his little lungs out. Andrew chuckled, then noticed my staring. “What? The pup needed some help.”

“No need to apologize. As long as you can treat every pup the same, and make no exceptions for your own,” I amended, smiling at the sight of his relief.

“If that is what my queen wishes,” was all he replied, before being thieved away by Nick and some other men to run in the woods and patrol the Grounds. I smiled after him, feeling a warmth in my chest. Heather came by and coaxed me to walk with her.

“You know, you two really are adorable together,” she told me without waiting. I blushed but held my head high. I was a leader, not a silly girl.

“Almost as adorable as you and Nickolas?” I teased with a smile, looking over at her affectionately. She blushed and looked away. I stopped walking, brushed her hair behind her ears. “You make a beautiful pairing, Heather.”

She met my eyes timidly. “Y...You think so?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

She sighed happily. “Coming from you, that means a lot. You're going to be a wonderful queen, and Andrew should be proud to be your Alpha.”

“Thank you.” I smile and nod, but of course I already know. Proud to be my Alpha? Overjoyed, thrilled, humbled?

He is.

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