Alpha Alec's Redemption

I didn’t understand why he was so shocked. It’s not like he has never seen a wolf shift before. In fact, he has helped some of our pack members shift when their time came.

It felt different being in this form. Unlike the other forms where Nyx and I shared control, in our wolf form, Nyx was more dominant, and I was the one relegated to her consciousness.

Using the little strength we had, Nyx pushes us up, and we stand on wobbly legs. It felt different and weird being on four feet, instead of two. Things were much sharper though; the smell, sight and hearing.

The pain just as quickly as it came, it disappeared, only leaving behind soreness which I am sure will be taken care of with a hot soak.

“How do you feel?” I ask Nyx.

There wasn’t really anything around in her mind. I really don’t know how to explain it. This is the first time that the roles have been reversed. It’s like I was part of her consciousness only without a form. It sounds loony when I try to explain it, but I simply exist in her mind. Like an inner voice or some shit like that.

“Great actually” she replies, her excitement drumming inside her. “It’s good to be free. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had my wolf form and I have missed it.”

I stare confused, King and Raven completely forgotten.

“What do you mean by ‘such a long time’? We shifted for the first time only a few minutes ago,” I question her, my suspicions at their peak.

“Opps” she murmurs. “My tongue slipped, it’s nothing.”

Before I can ask any more questions, she takes off in a sprint, completely ignoring King’s calls.

She runs past trees at a really dizzying speed, the wind rushing against her fur, while her tongue hangs from her mouth.

I wanted to ask her more, but she had blocked me, which just infuriated me. I want so much to enjoy this run with her, but how could I when she’s keeping secrets from me? © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

When she said that it'd been a long time since she ran, it insinuated that she'd done this before. Which can’t be possible because wolf spirits are given to their human counterparts from birth. We only shift at twenty-one because, by then, the human is strong enough both mentally and physically and can handle a shift.

As much as I want to believe her. Believe that it’s nothing, I can’t. I then remember she said the same thing in the office. I had been too distracted after finding out that Alec was my mate, to realize what she said.

So, if I were to go by her statement, then it means that this isn’t the first time Nyx has shifted. Does that mean that I’ve been given someone else’s wolf spirit? Is Nyx a reincarnation? Am I a reincarnation? And if it’s true, and Nyx is a reincarnated wolf spirit, how old is she? And who was her first human?

“You’re thinking too much” Nyx interrupts my thoughts. “Can't you just put what I said to rest? I already told you it’s nothing.”

I want to believe her, but I can’t.

“If you want me to put it to rest, then tell me the truth.”

“I already did” she growls distractedly, almost missing a step.

Rolling my eyes, I sneer. “And we both know you’re lying.”

Not having the answers was slowly killing me. Slowly driving me to the brink of insanity. Why couldn’t she see that? It’s not like giving me the answers would kill me, so why the hell was she withholding them?

“Give it a rest, Sadie, and let me enjoy my damn run” she snapped.

If stubbornness was a being, then it would be Nyx. She and her damn secrets. What is it about them that she kept them close to her heart? Didn’t she trust me enough? Is that it?

Feeling overwhelmed, I try pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind. I was tired and worn out physically. The last thing I needed was also to be tired mentally.

I stand back and let her do her thing. The last thing I see before I shut my eyes is the scenery flashing past my eyes. I think a little rest would do me good. The past few hours have been trying and exhausting.

My eyes snap open when I hear Nyx groaning. I was afraid that she might have been hurt while I was soundly taking a nap. When my eyes focus, I am faced by a very dead deer that had its throat ripped open.