They had shifted and then Harper had run about in the pack’s woods on her own for many hours, chasing rabbits and other animals, digging at burrows had even gone for a swim in the pack’s river rolled around in the dirt and generally been really happy about being given full control.
She had been a happy wolf once, but over time sadness and pain had reduced her wolf, hell the two of them to just a shell of who’d they’d been. Harper had no desire to shift at all anymore, not even under the full moon, when the pull was at it’s greatest. When your wolf loved to howl up at the moon, thankful for its life and to let the moon goddess know of this.
Harper did not have that, hadn’t howled up at the moon since they’d turned 18 and scented out their Mate who did not scent them back. Believed the moon goddess herself had forsaken them for some reason, cursed them. Who knew why or what they had done to deserve such treatment only the moon goddess herself would know.
Piper sighed and walked back inside as the sun rose completely into eastern sky, made herself a cup of coffee there was no reason to wake Brandon the runs here didn’t open till after 9, so he could sleep in, she did go through the room service menu and order them breakfast for 8. a large breakfast for the both of them, they would be on the slopes all day long and she knew Brandon was itching to hit the half pipe in the afternoon too. She would deny him nothing.
He was the real joy in their lives, Brandon was the only thing that had kept them going really, when Harper had told her they were with child, tears had burned down her face in hot rivers, both pain and joy at the same time. They had not been expecting it. It had only been one night with Bradley Drake and they had not been in heat, it was practically unheard of. It had been her first time as well. She had been completely shocked by the news.
But that news had been the thing that had made her pick herself up from her hotel bed, where she and Harper had lain sad and broken for many weeks, had made them eat properly for the first time in weeks and allowed them to become healthy once more. It also helped that with her rejection she had not felt anymore pains of betrayal from him.
Brandon had been born six months after they had left the pack, born in a human hospital, the doctors all thought she had lied about how far along she was, she’d heard them talking about it with her wolfen hearing later that night, because he was fully developed and not premature like he should have been.
She had freaked out when she’d gone into labor herself, had thought it was too soon for her baby to come, and rushed herself to the hospital, the labor had been difficult and gone on for 18 hours, had been exhausted by it and honestly glad it was over, they had pushed pain drugs at her, but she had not wanted to harm her child, and had refused them all.
She had looked into it once she was out of the hospital, used the internet to access the wolfen worlds records, it wasn’t hard if you were a wolf, only had to put in your pack and alpha’s name, though she had been a rogue at the time she had that information, humans didn’t understand it so even if they came across it they wouldn’t be able to access it, pass word protected so to speak.
She had read that Alpha blooded pups usually did come early, somewhere between 5 and 7 months, some even earlier depending on the bloodline and their linage. Brandon had been born right on time, as it would have been expected inside any pack. It also stated the labor could be expected to be difficult depending on the size of the pup and the linage of the mother herself. Explained a lot.
Brandon himself had never gotten sick, not once. Typical of a wolfen child. Neither had she, Harper healed any and all sorts of ailments, as did most wolves. Only occasionally did you hear of a wolf getting sick with a human disease, though rogues were considered disease ridden, they weren’t mostly. It was just because of how they looked and smelled.
That some of their wounds never fully healed over and were always open and covered in flies, they looked sick, when in all reality most had just lost their minds and the ability to both care for themselves and heal themselves. Those mangy critters you saw out there in the wilds were just completely broken and had no real will to live anymore, well not until they were in a fight and then their instincts kicked in, but once that fight was over, they just went back to roaming around mindlessly.
Craved companionship always, but could no longer seem to understand what companionship meant, their need to mate anything female was a part of that craving it’s why female rogues didn’t do so well any males saw them and that craving kicked in regardless of it not being their Mate.
Some rogues could survive quite well, like she had, she did. Found a way, or a reason to live, isolated themselves out in the wilds or ensconced themselves into the human world and stayed out of trouble, found human companions to replace their need to be social and attached themselves to those that had no idea they were not human.
Though some were very cruel and nasty creatures, that would hunt and prey on those others that were weak and vulnerable, rogues that were new to being on their own, couldn’t protect themselves properly or were just not trained how. Kidnapped them, abused them and even tortured them before selling them off to the wolfen black market when they were done with them.
Then there were those that roamed in full rogue packs, they were the real dangerous ones, they attacked packs at will, even had their own hierarchy within their packs took on a leader, their Alpha created an Alpha Unit and roamed about doing whatever they wanted. She’d read tales where they would claim old destroyed or abandoned pack lands for themselves and tried to become civilized once more, sometimes it worked and other times it did not.
She and Harper had Brandon to live for, he was their reason to continue on living, looking after themselves, their one true joy in life. The only thing they considered a blessing from the moon goddess, though at times they still thought it to be a punishment just one more thing to cause them pain. That he was born out here had be a rogue like them.
She sighed, why they were like this, had no scent she didn’t know, Harper didn’t know, neither of them understood it. It was just how it was and they had to live with it. And likely for a very long time, though how she was going to remain in the human world for that long undetected she had not figured out yet. She was only 28 but had already stopped ageing, would likely look her current age for another 30 or 40 years, the perks of being an otherworldly creature with healing abilities. Could be 200 years old and only look 40ish to the humans.
Piper POV
Pipier turned at the sound of Brandon coming from his room, still in his pyjamas, she’d heard his alarm go off at 8. The boy was smiling already, excited about the day on the slopes, such a happy kid. She was really glad of that. Smiled right at him and told him breakfast would be here soon.
He grinned right at her “Then to the slopes.”
“Yes, once the runs and lifts are open.” She smiled right back “and the half pipe.”
“Heck yeah, I want you to take lots of photos too. My friends don’t believe I can half pipe already.”
“Gotcha, lots of photos it is.” She nodded. Though doubted very much that his friends didn’t believe him. He was naturally talented in all areas of sport. He likely wanted photos for himself, he was a bit of a show off, but that likely came with the territory, at least he wasn’t a bully. Like some young alpha-blooded wolves were, their need to dominate and be in control out weighing everything else, even the way they treated other wolves in their own pack.
She had heard him, talking to himself while standing in front of his bedroom mirror on many occasions over the last few months, telling himself and agreeing with himself that he was going to be very big and strong one day, that he was going to be a super fit athlete and couldn’t wait to hit high school and take on all them slow pokes in track and field. He already believed he was going to be super strong and fast, that he was going to be able to out run everyone. Was going to be one of the popular boys that knew everyone and everyone looked up to.
Little did he know he was already the popular kid, that his very large circle of friends was because the humans were drawn to him and the power he held in his bloodline. As for the track and field thing, when he got older she would encourage it, it would be good for him to get that excess energy he would have, out.
Though once he got his wolf he was going to have to rein it in a fair bit, only beat those humans by a few seconds, his wolf was not likely going to want that and she could only imagine how big and fast he would be, would likely change in appearance as well, shoot up and be big and strong over night, that was going to be a shock to his friends. Thankfully, the boy was born in the human summer time, so it would happen away from school.
She was also likely going to have to put him into a lot of sports to cater to his needs to be out hunting and chasing. She was hoping swimming and rock climbing along with running would be a good distraction for him, maybe throw in some sort of martial arts training. Though if he held no scent like her, he would be just fine. Nothing would scent him out and challenge him or attack him. But if he did scent of a wolf, once he got his wolf, and his scent was of alpha-blood, that could well find him in a fight or two, and she was going to need him to be able to defend himself.
Piper supposed she could train him, she did know how to fight, had trained hard from the age of 10 to try and make her parents proud, even though they were long gone, she had trained as a junior without wolf, ran the agility course by herself sometimes when she’d not been able to sleep, or had been sad and lonely by herself, ran round the pack itself till she was exhausted and lay down on the ground til she could get up again.
Then she joined the junior warriors with wolves the day after she had gotten Harper to be trained properly in full hand to hand, and then she and Harper had trained day and night, increased their skills, in her backyard, well out in the woods, still used the agility course day and night, even trained on it in the pouring down rain. No-one had bothered them, no-one had stopped them, likely no-one even knew about it.
She and Harper had been well on their way to becoming a high-ranked warrior just like their parents had been, might have even surpassed them and made it to the elite warrior rank, something she had been aiming for. Probably would be now if her life hadn’t turned out to be so darned painful.
They had a home gym, took up half her double garage, and she ran on her treadmill everyday, in the morning at sunrise till she had to get ready for work, and on a bad day in the night too, for hours sometimes just ran to escape her own thoughts, pushed herself hard on those nights.
She’d already purchased Brandon his own treadmill and it was next to hers. The boy also liked to run, did not really surprise her at all, though he only ran every other day. Piper and Harper found Brandon’s attitude about running next to her quite amusing. For the past few months now he had become quite competitive, and he was now always trying to outrun her. He had no hope without his wolf, though he did not know that. He was likely to outrun her easily once he did get his wolf though, being Alpha-blooded and all.
Brandon was irked by her ability to outrun him and so easily, usually on Saturday and Sunday mornings, the two of them would run together either around their neighbourhood or through the wooded area out the back of their house. He was frustrated that when he got tired and needed to rest, she could just still bounce along and tease him about not being as fit as she was.
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