My Fated One

FIRST MEMORY(PART2)

POV (ABELIA)

Abelia? Did he just call her Abelia? I could hardly believe what I was witnessing and yet something about that young boy was hard to ignore. So much so, that I was having a hard time believing the little girl I was seeing with white blonde hair and golden eyes was not me. Was that even possible? Could this place not just be the past, but maybe my past? Did first lives really exist, and if so, what number life had I been living before?

Yet, my questions were hard to focus on when I could feel that this memory was not just a sad one but a dangerous one. For his entrance was enough to send chills down my spine.

POV (LITTLE ABELIA)

"Ah, Lucas Livingstone, I see congratulations are in order." The cold hard tone of the Alpha rang throughout the crowd, instantly causing my voice to squeak, as Lucas placed a protective hand on my hood and pulled it down so as not even my eyes could be seen.

"Alpha Rodin, my dear Uncle. Am I to assume you are here to say goodbye too?" Lucas said with a grin.

"Of course. What Alpha would not want to send his best warrior, even if he is his arrogant nephew, off in good spirits."

In good spirits? Who was he fooling. Ever since my brother and I were born Alpha Rodin had made it his personal mission to destroy us. Just because his children did not carry our ancestors blood it did not mean we deserved to be treated like this. Moonlight- Touched wolves were supposed to be heralded as gods, heroes of our kind. Meaning we should have been honored and protected but instead it was a curse. A curse that caused our twisted Uncle to imprison me and hide my brother from the court. Which meant that what Lucas had done, by stepping out of line, would cause the Alpha to demand a pound of flesh, and with my brother gone I was doomed to pay it.

"Shhhh... easy Abelia. Trust me." Lucas mind linked, as he patted my head and stood up to face our family's demon.

"Does this parting mean we are in agreement now?"

"Agreement? I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about." The Alpha said, as he looked down at his claws while my brother narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.

"Is that so. I would like to think after all our games of cat and mouse you would know by now what I speak of."

"Watch yourself boy. He is your Alpha!" Beta Gregory barked, causing my brother to let out a laugh.

"He is your Alpha, your leader, not mine. At least not anymore."

"Why you ungrateful little..."

"Careful Beta Gregory." Lucas said with a wagging finger. "I answer to a higher power now. Isn't that right Uncle?" My brother said, as he pointed over to the blue-robed knights, instantly causing the Beta to snort in disgust.

"Which means Alpha Rodin, if anything happens that causes me distress while I am away. I will make sure to come back personally and deliver the King's justice as he sees fit. Am I making myself clear?" He said, as he mouthed something that not even my ears could pick up.

"Don't worry young nephew, I promise as long as things remain as they are, nothing will cause me to invoke such measures." The Alpha said, as his eyes landed firmly on me. "Isn't that right, my little niece?"

I thought I was going to be sick. There was no way this man could be trusted, not after everything he had put us through.

"Brother no." I cried, as I pulled on his leg and begged and pleaded, but the look on his face told me he had already made his decision. And there was nothing left to be discussed.

"You will be fine. You will be safe. And when I return knighted, I will kill him and set you free." He said, causing a lump to build in the back of my throat. For I could see that his pupils were dilated and shaking with a bloodlust I had never seen before.

"But what if..."

"There are no what ifs here Abelia! Because what will be is what I wish it to be. Remember that, for I am blessed and powerful, and one day, the world will know you are as well."

And with that he was gone. I watched as he entered the carriage with its royal blue flags and gold-plated-rimmed wooden wheels, knowing that the last image I might ever see of my brother was his back as he left me behind. He was a naive fool. For if I was blessed and powerful, then why did I feel so shackled and held down by this world? He had to see the error in his thinking. For he was escaping, while the door to my cage was being locked tightly shut.

"Little Princess, don't think I haven't forgotten that you have disobeyed me." The Alpha sung out, as I let out a shaky breath and turned to face my Alpha, my Uncle, my blood, and my monster, alone.

"I'm sorry." I gulped.

"Your sorry? And what pray tell are you sorry for...hmmm... could it be the fact that you almost ruined everything by stepping out into the light of day when the King's bloody Court was here. Could that be it!" The Alpha snarled, as he charged at me, ready to do god knows what. Quickly, I bowed my head in submission, hoping it would appease his anger.

"I didn't mean to. I just couldn't let him leave."

"You didn't mean to. You couldn't let him leave?" The Alpha laughed, as he grabbed my face and twisted me up to look at him. "Oh, my dear sweet niece, he did not leave, he ran." He snickered, as I could feel big ugly tears welling up in my eyes as my cheeks stung from his sharp claws. "And do you know why he did that? Why he chose to run so far away from..."

"FATHER!"

A voice shouted from across the square, causing the Alpha to pull back his hand and for me to stumble to the ground. So much for not being able to lay a finger on me, I thought, as a blonde haired, blue eyed boy walked forward with the same air of importance and confidence of one destined to rule. For there was only one person in this world that could still the Alpha's anger, could quiet his rage, and that was his son. Thomas Greyworth.