This story is taken from part of a dream I keep having. I just want to thank LaRascasse for editing this and giving me ideas!
Enjoy,
G
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
Hamlet. ACT I Scene 3.
"But Mama, I
want
to go on the hunt!" Thessa pouted and looked up at her mother with large brown eyes.
Jolena shook her head and pushed back the unruly curls of her youngest. "I said no. And that's my final word on this subject. You are too young; you must stay here with until we return."
"But, Mamaaa..."
Narrowed golden eyes at Thessa caused the girl to look down.
"I was just overexcited. I will go to bed and wait until you and papa return." Thessa retreated into the large stone dwelling, rolling her eyes once her mother's back was turned.
The building contained several beds for the children, all ranging from infancy to young adulthood. The adults preferred them to stay in their human form for their first years. They could change after their sixteenth year. Thessa had just turned eighteen.
"On you get, you scoundrels!" an older woman chased several children into the building before accepting eager kisses from each.
Thessa sighed. Her parents, Jolena and Julius were betas. Thessa was the only survivor of a bigger litter of four. Despite being born prematurely in the middle of a snow storm, Thessa survived her first difficult year and grew quickly.
Thessa looked over at the bunks nearest to her. Gilen was with her two youngest children. Thessa sighed as she listened to the cooing whispers between mother and children. Malin was playing with her other nephew, Marg, and their friends. The chatter from the group of rowdy boys echoed in the large building.
Thessa's adopted sister, Nyoko, was supervising another group of cubs who are getting to change into their wolf form for the first time. A laugh sounded around the youngsters prepared for the run, excitement leaping like fingers of lightening. Thessa turned over on her bed and snuggled closer to her pillow.
She woke in the middle of the night to a baby's cry in the nursery and smothered a yawn as she sat up and stretched. She would have woken up soon anyway. Dreams at night were always the worst for her, someone or...some
thing
was always chasing her through the woods. She never understood why she was running, but always felt the crippling fear and panic that she would be caught.
Thessa stood and shivered as the cool floor made contact with her feet.
A walk might be nice.
She said to herself as she slipped on her shoes in the dark and walked to the front door of the building and opened it.
This was always her favorite part of the day: the quiet night filled with the sounds of nature, and the silvery light of the moon shining through the trees of the forest on the compound the pack owned. She hardly made a noise as she walked down one of the paths worn down by feet, paws, and car tires. Her walk took her through a clearing, past the pond and across a small bridge. Before she knew it, she was almost to the ceremonial meeting grounds. A wave of panic washed over her. This was where her dream kept happening.
With a gasp, she turned and almost ran into the guard walking behind her.
"Oh, it's just you." She sighed.
Russ was one of the guards her parents were good friends with. She couldn't help but notice his slight wolfy smell and how close he stood. She could feel his overwhelming warmth radiate and surround her. As a shifter, she didn't have a distinct scent. She could smell like whatever she wanted.
"Be careful, little girl. Thought you were and intruder." He rumbled, steadying her with his hand. It was warm and calloused and so large that she could feel where his fingers overlapped each other on her arm.