Chasing the Red Wolf Book II: The One to Blame

PROLOGUE (the Backstory)

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Prologue

Chasing the Red Wolf: (Book One) So, we're back and still made of sugar and spice and everything SAVAGE. Now, where to begin. A lot has happened since I turned sweet 16th. s**t! If I am being honest, a lot of bull s**t has been going down my entire life. However, I am going to try to summarize the Bull s**t fuckery for you.

My name is Stormy Paris Beckington. I used to live in the Full Moon Pack with my maternal grandmother, Charlotte, and her secret common-law husband, Rock. Rock is a bear shifter. My grandmother and I are both she-wolves, living on the very, very edge of the pack border alongside the neutral territory.

Why did we live way out in the middle of nowhere? For a couple of different reasons.

On my sweet 16th birthday, my grandmother, Charlotte, and I had a great day at the spa. Then we went shopping for a pretty bright red and black dress for me to be presented to the pack and have my first shift. I shifted into a stunning gorgeous red wolf.

Suddenly, I was no longer damaged goods but the new hot commodity that every pack in North America wanted for themselves. I always knew that revealing the fact that I was no longer wolfless and a powerful magical red wolf would place a bigger target on my back.

Honestly, I didn't care because I already had a target on my back. I was tired of living in fear that today might be my last. Besides, at the time, I needed a lot of people in my life to know I was not here to play with them. I wouldn't hesitate to kill them if it came down to me or them. I was ready to take a stand even though I knew it was a risky move.

Therefore, my maternal grandmother Charlotte and her husband Rock, along with myself put a plan in place. In case I ever needed to vanish for a while.

Why?!!

Let me start from the very beginning: My mom, Beta Trisha Redfield, met my father, Beta Tristian Beckington of the Blackwood Pack, at the annual meeting ball. Even though they were not fate mates, they were quite taken with each other, especially my father. He was a lot older than my mom at the time. My father was 37 years old to her 22 years old.

They started to date against her family's better judgment. My maternal family believed in waiting for fated mates.

Plus, one rumor surrounding my father, Beta Tristian Beckington, was that he had rejected his fate mate, an Omega. The Omega was rejected for being weak and accepting her would be disgraceful to the Beckington family name. The Beckington family came from a long line of Elite Warriors and were all from pure Beta bloodlines. So an omega was definitely not good enough in their eyes.

The Beckingtons, as they are called, everyone in their bloodline are fierce and ranked quickly to the Elite status within their packs. They have a history of all having their first shift at 10 years old, just like Alpha wolves, even females.

There was a second troublesome rumor surrounding my father, Tristian Beckington as well. Supposedly, once my father discovered that his rejected fate mate had moved on with her second chance mate, he found both of them and killed them. Suffering from the mindset, "I may not want you, but how dare you move on?"

Unfortunately, my mother did not believe those rumors.

My parents agreed to be chosen mates under the understanding that if either one of them found their fate mate, both would let the other go peacefully with no animosity. They only wanted to make each other happy for the rest of their lives and if that meant letting each other go to be happy with another, so be it.

My parents marked and mated as well as got married in a human wedding. They had a honeymoon in Paris.

I'm told that was where I was conceived in Paris on their honeymoon. Supposedly, the best two weeks of both their lives. So much so, they went back every year for two weeks.

My father, Tristian Beckington, was madly in love with my mom. He was a very domineering, controlling and possessive man. He was not a gentleman. He was tough as nails. He was mean as hell to everyone except for me, my mom, his two brothers, his parents, the Alpha family and the Gamma family.

I'm a excellent fighter. I can hold my own against alot of Alphas and Betas. I've trained all my life eight hours a day since I was five years old. I have learned three different types of martial arts to build my fighting skills to become the best fighter I can be.

All my life, all I ever wanted to be was an Elite Warrior, just like both my parents. My father, Tristian Beckington, was my hero. He was the best. I wanted to be just like him, fierce and lethal. So my father proudly started training me at 5 years old.

I had the best childhood at the Blackwood Pack until I was nine years old. When my mom met her fate mate and wanted to leave my dad for him. He was a Gamma from the Red Claw Pack, therefore an Alliance Unity picnic.

As soon as my mom mentioned me coming to stay with my father, Tristian Beckington, every weekend and every summer, a switch flipped. I watched in horror as my dad, Tristian Beckington, killed both of them.

Then, my father, Tristian Beckington, turned his attention to me and said," Time to die, my little cookie. You can thank your SLUT of an ungrateful mother for your FATE!!"

I remember standing there frozen, unable to move, as silent tears ran down my face.

All of a sudden, my father, Tristian Beckington, shifted and leaped into the air to get to me. He was tackled and restrained. I watched, paralyzed in fear, as it took three different Alphas to command him to stop fighting and to shift back.

Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood yelled, "Get her the **** out of here in order to calm his bloodlust."

My paternal grandparents grabbed me and left to stay at their beach house in Florida for a month. They were mean and abusive to me the whole time. They only brought me back because my maternal Grandma Charlotte had heard about my mom's tragic death and wanted custody of me. My maternal Grandmother, Charlotte, had reached out to the Elder Council to A.)To assure my safety, that I was indeed still alive, since no one had seen me since my dad's very public meltdown. B.) That being in the care of my dad and his family was or was not in my best interest.

I remember coming back to the packhouse, being threatened by my grandparents to keep my damn mouth shut, or they would beat me more when I got home for causing all this trouble. I thought Alpha Nathaniel aka Alpha Nat and Luna Lilah would help me when they saw how badly I'd been beaten up.

However, Alpha Nat just looked at me with pity and then resentment and said," Leave her here for the next two weeks. So she can heal. I don't want anyone touching her. I need to stall for more time before I agree to a visit from the Elder Council, now."

Three weeks later Elder Simon sat in Alpha's office with just me and Alpha Nat. I watched Elder Simon take $50,000 to go back and report to the Elder Council. I was doing great and well-loved in my dad's pack. No reason to relocate me. Even though I had a fresh black eye and a broken arm.

After that, things went from bad to worse. Everyone started bullying me and hitting me.

Even Luna Lilah tried to hit me with her car twice.

Due to all the abuse, I wasn't able to have my first shift at 10 years old like everyone in my family. Even though I could mind-link, the pack still started calling me a weak, wolfless, useless, worthless girl. A stain on my family's great name. No one bothered to ask me why I couldn't shift or if my wolf, Precious, had shown up in any way or form.

So, when my father, Tristian Beckington, showed back up after being imprisoned for 10 months, and sentenced to two years under house arrest, I had been to the pack doctor with too many "accidental injuries." Only a few dared to speak up when I was withdrawn from school. Then, taken out of my new bedroom/broom closet in the pack house and placed in the dungeon, chained up and whipped daily. They only fed me stale bread and water. Almost everyone turned a deaf ear to my cries.

My father, Tristian Beckington, was still angry as hell. Tristian Beckington was determined to give me a slow, painful death. All the people I once thought loved me, Uncle Roland, Uncle Elliot and my grandparents, had abandoned me and turned against me.

One night, I heard Alpha Nat ask my father." What is the plan once you have finished torturing her?"

My sperm donor, Tristian Beckington, replied in a matter-of-fact tone. " She will very sadly be killed in a rogue attack, and they will only be able to find bits and pieces of her body." I heard him say before I passed out from all the pain I was in.

Sometime later I woke up in a hospital to find my grandmother, Charlotte, and an older man that seemed like an Alpha. His name was Elder Kylian. I was informed that I had been unconscious for the last two months, and they didn't know if I was going to make it.

Seems Elder Kylian made a surprise visit to my old pack, the Blackwood Pack, to check in on my father, Tristian Beckington, since his release from prison. Elder Kylian was in charge of monitoring all high-level wolves placed on house arrest. Elder Kylian said he knew something was wrong when the four front gate guards all smelled of fear when he mentioned his reason for the visit. Then Elder Kylian was forced to wait a whole hour before only Luna Lilah came to retrieve him.

Elder Kylian was immediately taken to the dining hall for lunch with Alpha, Luna, my grandparents and my father, Tristian Beckington. During lunch, Elder Kylian asked, "Where is Stormy?"

Only for the Omega waitstaff to drop some dishes and the room to suddenly smell of complete fear.

My grandmother quickly answered," Stormy is in school. It's still early."