CHAPTER 134: 134-MINT IS A RED WOLF

Clementine:

I don’t know how he survived, but he did.

"Funny enough, you are about to meet your first alpha wolf of the north," He laughed. Then he began turning into the biggest monster I had ever seen, and sadly, that monster was nothing but an alpha werewolf.

The man shifted into a huge black wolf, his fur so sharp it looked more like spikes. He stood taller than he ever had as a man. That was when I started to take off my jacket. The moment the wolf charged at us and leapt, we split apart, letting him crash between us, roll over, and grab hold of his balance again.

As I began to transition, I saw Ian step into the darkness. It struck me as strange because I expected him to take over and shift immediately. This was the first time we were fighting our own kind, and we had no choice but to let our wolves out.

Before the black wolf attacked me again, I had started my transition.

Flashback:

"Happy 12th birthday," I heard a woman say to her child on the side. We were sitting in a circle in the woods, waiting for our turn to transition. I had just turned twelve as well, and I was expecting a wolf. This would be my first transition, and I was excited.

I took a deep breath as I watched the council member walk with his two siblings, all three of them together, smiling at the girl with her mother.

"Beautiful girl, it doesn’t matter what you are. It doesn’t matter what rank you have, you are equally important," the council member announced before revealing her rank. "You are a beautiful omega, and we swear to protect you against bad people."

I could tell the little girl was disappointed, and even her parents seemed slightly upset, but the kind words from the council changed the atmosphere. Everyone cheered and sang again before it was time for the boy on my left to transition. He went into the woods with the council member. After a while, he returned, and it was announced that he was a beta. If he worked hard, they said, he could one day challenge the current royal beta of his pack and claim the title himself.

Then it was my turn. All eyes were on me, though no one looked hopeful. My stepmother kept rolling her eyes and checking her watch. My father was busy eyeing the women around, speaking to every single one except their husbands.

I stood up and walked into the woods, the council members following behind me. Taking a deep breath, I called out for my wolf.

"Hey, are you here?" I asked, waiting.

"Hey," I called again. Before she could even introduce herself, I felt pressure in my bones. "Ah," I groaned, my wrist twitching as my bones cracked.

"Did you hear your wolf speak to you?" the council leader asked. I wasn’t sure why he felt the need to ask, but I only shook my head.

"That is odd," he said, but before anything else could be discussed, I was already transitioning.

As I ran, I realized I had red fur. Not just any red, though—my tail was different. It was slim at the base but grew fluffy at the end. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw how large and beautifully blue my wolf’s eyes were. She was stunning, the kind who could have been a model if such a thing existed for wolves.

I returned to my spot, shifting back into my clothes while the council members discussed something.

"What is my rank?" I asked, curious before stepping out of the woods. The council members exchanged glances before the man stepped forward and knelt in front of me.

"What we are going to tell you may be difficult to accept, but it is for your own sake," he said, making me frown. "We will announce your rank, but try not to transition in front of people."

His words shook me. To tell a werewolf not to transition was like telling a doctor never to practice again. It felt like judgment.

"Now come out." He took my hand and walked me with his sisters back to the main ground. There he stood and announced, "The girl before you is an alpha."

While everyone else was shocked, my stepmother looked disappointed. Her daughter was also an alpha, and I guess she expected me to be an omega.

My father looked stunned, though I couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. As for me, I was completely thrown off. Why would they tell me I was an alpha but also tell me never to transition again? Why?

End Of Flashback.

As I transitioned into my full prime, I noticed the black wolf halt for a moment, almost like he was in shock. I had expected such a reaction because it was the same one the council members had shown me.

The next time the black wolf gathered all his strength and charged at me, I swung my tail and sent him flying. He howled in pain, fell back, then got to his feet again. But before he could attack, I struck first. This time, I drove my claws into his chest, forcing guttural growls out of him.

I felt a strange energy inside me, probably because I had avoided transitioning for so long. I had always been afraid of being punished for being different, that much I knew. After my first transition, I watched many others shift, and I realized none of their wolves looked like mine. They looked like regular wolves, big, bulky, deadly, or sometimes gentle and kind. But mine looked different.

So I knew that the moment I transitioned again, anyone who saw me would be shocked.

I screamed and clawed at him again. He swung his paw, but I ducked. Then I sank my teeth into his belly, knocking him back as I tumbled on top of him. I bit down as hard as I could, so fiercely that I felt one of his bones crack. That was when I knew I wasn’t just a strange wolf, I was far more powerful than the regular wolves around me.