01 Daughter of Fury

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SUMMARY:

There was a significant problem with being the sole surviving daughter of Fury, the first werewolf. He was never intended to have daughters; pure-blooded wolves were not meant to exist—only those whose lineage had been tainted with human blood.However, I was born as exactly that. Which meant that upon reaching adulthood, every male in all of the Free Woods of Ferus sought to make me their mate.Yet, there was only one male I desired. The one who held my hand before anyone knew who I was—when I only had the eyes of a blind wolf pup.

Now things have changed and I have a bigger problem. 

As soon as my vision cleared, he melted into the crowd, refusing to show himself. But I will recognize him. It won’t be long now.The time for me to choose my own mate is slipping away. The Mating Moon is on the rise, and my scent is more pronounced—designed to attract them all, no matter where I go nor who I want.

01 - A Hand

I stood on the elevated platform, next to the Gallions Alpha of all people, as he proudly announced that I was pride of the pack. Many of the alpha’s guard were at our back.

I felt sure that they were there to keep me from fleeing.

I looked around, paralyzed shock. My legs felt weak and I thought I might vomit.

Everyone was cheering, but I hardly knew any of these wolves. Their faces were unrecognizable to me. I had grown parallel to them, but I did not know these people.

My heart raced and I fought the overwhelming urge to run.

How the hell did I end up here?

Countless faces stared at me expectantly. They all thought they would witness me declaring who I would have for a mate tonight.

I was wondering how I’d even make it through the evening.

All of these festivities were in my honor yet all I felt was out of place. 

In one breathtaking instant I had become the most breedable female amidst my pack.

From nothing to everything…

As I stood there, all I could do was yearn for that one face amongst all the others.

I need him. I thought. Yearning for the one male that had always taken care of me. My hand lifted and I was already reaching for his comfort as I scanned the crowd. But I can’t tell who he is!

I was distracted from my desperately searching scan by a pair of the most hateful eyes I had ever seen.

The dark male’s face was twisted into disgust.

I could feel the rage rolling off him as if it made the she-wolf in me cower deep into my body. Afraid to face him.

It’s the alpha power burning in his blood.

How could anyone not react to it? I wondered. Grasping at every bit of my will in order to just that.  

The Gallions alpha’s son had a primal essence.

And volatile. I thought as he lowered his head to eye me.

I did my best not to shrink as I met that gaze. Refusing to blink or waver.

You do not scare me. I conveyed in that stare despite all I was feeling. I am the daughter of Fury. I will not cower before you!

***

I had always suspected that I was named for what my mother had felt the exact moment she had looked upon my face after my birth.

Devastation.

She said it was the name my father had chosen for a daughter, should he ever have one. ‘Because she will devastate the world.’

I wasn’t sure what that meant. What I did understand, was that I was born with the blue eyes, dulled ears and a far dimmed version of the senses that every other wolf pup possessed. Which meant that I couldn’t possibly imagine how my fate was going to end up.

I had no idea what I would become then…I’ll do the best I can to explain to you the ugliness of my world in those earliest days.

The unfortunate fact of my heritage was that I was sired by the one wolf that was never intended to spawn a daughter.

Yet, beyond all odds, I was somehow conceived. It was a wonder which had constantly puzzled me. Especially since there seemed to be perilously little meaning to my young life. My limitations hindered me in ways that held me back from experiencing the world. Which meant that I could not be permitted to be in the company of other wolves in the pack because of the danger they might hold for me.

Not something easy for a wolf pup to understand.

Yet, I was the only pureblood female wolf in all of Ferus. Meaning that I was the only daughter of the original wolf. I carried the original wolf blood in my veins.

A fact which is wasted since I am of no use to anyone. I thought sorrowfully as I sat in my room, peering out the window and letting the wind brush along my face.

Perhaps being a wolf with dulled senses was unusual but in a young one like me, especially a wolf which should be able to fend for itself by my age, it could mean that my death lay around any corner.

Thus, I had to be alone more often than not. Save for my mother, who was the centerpiece of my world. Together we lived in the isolated shack on the edge of the Gallions pack territory. Barely under the protection of the alpha, and clearly outcast from the pack.

Though, my mother often told me how lucky we were that the alpha had taken us in at all.

‘Because no other wolf would dare infringe on Gallions’s territory.’ Or so she had always reiterated to me.

Despite that we didn’t fit with the other wolves, mother had made herself invaluable to the pack by becoming the healer. I had spent many a day peering over the edge of the table, trying to make out what she was crushing, peeling or pouring so that I might one day learn.

And hope that I never become food for the rest of the pack. I was too weak to do anything else. But the fact that I was almost completely blind made it unlikely that I’d even be able to learn that.

Other wolves steered clear of our hut, thinking my mother a witch.

I knew they feared her. She’d told me that they were afraid because there were rumors, she was a fey from a faraway realm.

“Is that true?” I had asked her.

She had only smiled in response. Which made me suspect that it was. Still, to me, she was only my mother. Beautiful. Weary and ever on edge.

Waiting for the moment that my life will end. My chest ached, knowing that.

And my father…I had asked her once if I could meet him.

She’d told me I could not. She’d said he would be heartbroken to learn of me if something happened to me. She would not be able to bear losing me and having to tell him such terrible news.

I understood that to mean that my life was too tenuous to inform him about. Even she didn’t wholly believe I’d survive into adulthood.

She didn’t want to break his heart, she said.

She loves him. Even so young, I was aware of it.

She didn’t speak of him often, but when she did, it was with reverence. Which made me want to meet him even more. Though I knew nothing about him save that he was the original wolf.

Someday, I will. I promised myself.

“Time for bed.” Mother announced in her voice. Though it came in and out and sounded like it emerged from far away, I recognized the notes as hers. Though when I looked at her in my doorway, I saw only a silhouette.

I laid down.

As she tucked me in, I blurted the question burning my brain lately. “Why do you think I may not live?”

She looked brokenly down at me. “I’ve told you, my love.”

She brushed the sickly strands of hair back from my face. “The legends said that he would never have a direct female descendant. I pray you are the miracle I think you are, and you will one day prove your strength to the world.”

As always, her words came from far away. Fading in and out. I had to concentrate very hard to hear her. And I had to wait for everything else around me to quiet so I could focus on her broken words in order to fill in the gaps.

“Is that why I cannot see?” I whispered at length, once I thought I understood what she’d said. I looked imploringly at her foggy outline, trying to define even the slightest feature.

“I think so.” She caught my small hand between hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Why do you seem so worried?”

Her movements were jerky and her grip a bit too tight.

“One day you will be of age for the Mating Moon and I don’t know what will happen.” She confessed.

“Why?”

“Because of who you are, my precious girl. And because you cannot fend for yourself.” She added anxiously.

“I’m safe with you, mama.”

“I will keep you safe as long as I can.” She looked away as she warned me. “But you must learn to do whatever is necessary to protect yourself.”

“To fight?”

“To fight like a wild animal. Will you learn that for me?” She turned her head back toward me and I felt her eyes, though I couldn’t discern them.

I nodded. Keeping my huge, foggy white-blue eyes on her as I bobbed my small round face. Promising to do my best.

It was only a few moons later that we started my training. I only stood up to her thigh, but I was ready.

I want to learn. I want her to not worry so much. That desire gave me strength.

Learning to fight wasn’t easy for a wolf that was mostly blind and nearly deaf.

***

The sun was hot on my skin, beaming through the window to brush over my skin as mother punched toward me.  Telling me that it was high in the sky.

It’s time. I knew. Even though I could hardly perceive the light.

I felt the motion of the air she disturbed as he moved to hit me. I automatically blocked it before moving out of the way. Then I turned to expect the other fist.

I blocked that one too.

“Good.” Mother declared automatically. “Well done.”

Only after my rigorous efforts today, did I dare ask for what I had been longing for since I’d awakened this morning.

“Mama?”

“Yes, my daughter?”

“May I go play?”

She was giving me a break from training as she collected the broom and set about wandering the shack to sweep the dust. She was quiet and thoughtful. Which told me there was much on her mind today.

She cleans more sporadically when she’s worried.

That was who my mother was. She could go from rigorous  sweating and training with me to the nurturing caregiver, in seconds.

“Yes.” She said off-handedly. Before hastily adding. “But no further than the square rock.”

Always the square rock. I slumped at hearing her say it.

She never let me get any closer to the center of the wolf camp than the square rock.

I paused to glance at her but didn’t acknowledge her words, knowing I intended to go just beyond it. As I often did.

In my excitement, I hardly noticed that I had slammed the door too hard behind me. Again.

I hurried forward, reaching out both hands as I counted my steps up the hill. After fourteen steps I reached to my left and felt the corner of the large, familiar, boulder.

The one mother dubbed ‘square rock.’

A few more steps and I reached out a toe to feel the steep incline before me. Once I was sure where I was, I breathed in a long whistle, barely more than a breath. But I knew he would hear it.

I waited for the wind to stop so I would have one moment of perfect hearing.

Or perfect as mine gets, anyway.

Then the moment I had been waiting for came.

Silence.

I stood with my hands out and just as I’d have taken a step, I heard the panting breaths of a wolf behind me. The pad of his quiet steps sifting through leaves. Swishing them around as if a tiny breeze danced through them. And just when I’d have stepped onto that slope, a hand caught around mine. Warm fingers, gripping mine confidently just as I would’ve stepped over the edge of the ridge. That hand guided me down the steep angle and through the blurred shapes of trees, at the same pace he moved.

For this moment, he was teaching me to fly.

Only this moment. I reminded myself.