The Twin Alphas and Their Hidden Mate

The Noble Transformation

THALINA’S POV

The next day, Greg gestured me to the forest after I was done with the tasks.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, barely missing the wooden sword that he threw my way. “Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? Captain Felix will not like this,” I said referring to the leader of the rogue pack.

He just shrugged and put his hands on his pockets, his gaze softening at me. “There’s no definite rule in this pack, Thalina. I can do whatever I want because we are rogue wolves for a reason.”

The moonlight struck his face, giving me a better view of his features. Greg Sullivan is a sight to behold. His demeanor is wild and careless but there is something soft and gentle about him that I am drawn into.

The other rogue wolves referred to him as a vagabond since he hops from one rogue pack to another, never staying with them even for a month.

“But I am not a rogue wolf. I’m not like the rest of you. I’m not like you,” I said with my trailing voice.

I don’t even know if I am capable of meeting my wolf. I felt like a regular human with a hollow empty vessel inside me.

“Take that sword and fight me now,” he said, ignoring my statement.

“I can’t. I don’t know how.”

He walked up to my back, held both of my hands that are holding the wood and guided me.

I stiffened feeling suffocated at his nearness. Sensing it, he let out a chuckle and took a step back.

“Can you be not weak for once?”

I bit my lip trying to stifle a sound. How can I be strong like him when weakness is all I know in my whole life?

“Escaping is out of the question since they can easily sniff your scent, overrun, and kill you. If you want to live, then you will really have to know how to protect yourself, Thalina.”

“Don’t worry,” he grinned while handing me the sword. “Being rough and tough won’t make you any less prettier,” he said and winked at me.

My cheeks burned, that's why I have to change the topic.

“Where… w-where is he? Where is Steven?”

It’s been days since I last saw him after what happened. Though I am relieved that I can no longer see him, I often wonder what happened or where he went.

“Dead,” he blurted it out like he’s only telling me about some mundane stuff.

My eyes widened and I parted my lips to say something only to be silenced when he shot me a look.

“I told you already. No one asks your whereabouts in a rogue pack. Now, attack me!”

I had no other choice but to grip the wood and swing it at him.

From then on, he began teaching me the basics of self-defense. Greg would teach me in the woods alone away from the other rogue wolves and I would absorb everything and quickly learn how to fight.

And then the blue moon phenomenon occurred. It’s the 13th full moon of the year considered as the moon goddess’ birth where she showered blessings from her abode to her creation: the wolves, the lycans, and the witches.

I felt a shift of the energy of the pack. They did not bully or beat me that day. Though most of the rogues were exiles cast out by the kingdom, they still preserved the tradition of celebrating. Despite their disdain, they still somehow believed in the sanctity of the moon goddess’ festival.

“Why are you still here? The celebration is outside.”

I looked over my shoulder to see Greg standing at my back before I continued cleaning the camp of the captain.

“I am not welcome. I am not a rogue wolf and I am not a part of your pack.”

“Yeah, we are rogue wolves. Savages. Killers. Looters. Blah blah blah but we are still werewolves. We still have traditions and beliefs.”

Like k********g a helpless girl like me? I wanted to say but opted not to.

“You are a werewolf and this is a celebration of our kind. Come on. Felix wants everyone on the table.”

Hearing that, I have no choice but to comply. The rogue wolves collectively respected him and I cannot ignore his order.

In the makeshift wooden table in the middle of the forest were platters of meat and overflowing wine. The iron music was blaring, drowning their building laughter when they saw me approaching.

“Give her a cup,” Felix sneered when I took a seat on the edge of the table. “Let her taste what she’ll never earn in her lifetime.”

Greg passed me his cup and I reluctantly accepted it.

“Go. Drink it. Savor it because you will only taste it once every blue moon,” Dirk sharply commented.

I lifted it and enjoyed the refreshing sweetness and bitterness of the liquor against the roof of my tongue. First, it burned my throat before it brought me a sense of relief.

I coughed loudly, earning a mocking laughter from the rest of the wolves excluding the captain and Greg.

“The gremlin must have been thanking the gods for tasting an expensive wine!”

“She’s a slave for a reason!”

“Our f*****g toy we can play with anytime we want!”

“And will stay as one for the rest of her life!”

Beyond the tall oak and maple trees, the full moon rose, casting a sheen blue shadow through the smoke of the feast.

Touching the pendant of my necklace, I closed my eyes and uttered a prayer thanking the moon goddess for a day without any physical a***e.

“Child, happy birthday,” whispered the voice of a woman in my head.

My breath hitched and my pulse raced when I realized that it was the same voice in my dream I heard before the rogues attacked the monastery.

Who is that? Is she just another product of my imagination? Have I gone mad?

Suddenly, I felt it. The rush of my blood deep in my marrow pulled me to answer the call of the moon.

I stood up in a haste, the cup slipping from my hand, spilling wine across the table like blood.

“What the f**k! What are you doing wasting this precious wine!”

But I could not care about their insults and their threats of a***e anymore.

My back arched, a low sound of growl escaping my lips. There’s an itch that I needed to scratch. There is something within me that wants to come out.

Everyone went still when the first glow shimmered beneath my skin. Gasps and mutters spread as the air thickened.

“She is shifting unto her wolf!”

“How can that happen? This is the blue moon phase! No werewolf is supposed to shift during this time!”

“Let her be!” Felix's voice tore through the noise. “We will see where this is all going.”

“Arghhh!” I screamed in both pain and pleasure, as my bones and flesh shifted, smashing the very table I sat on.

My eyes turned black, my skin red, and my nails purple.

And then my wolf came forth.

My wolf came out in a royal silver fur with streaks of cerulean blue on the ends, my eyes strikingly fire gold. I stood there taller, bigger, more powerful than anyone at the table.

For a heartbeat, no one moved in their seat. The laughter died on their tongues. Awe and disbelief all over their stricken faces.

Some stood up to hide. A few stepped back gulping in fear. Greg continued sipping his wine while Felix looked stunned staring at my form.

The music had stopped. The celebration lay abandoned. In its place was a deafening silence broken only by my low grumble as I stepped forward.

“What kind of wolf is she? This is the first time that I witnessed this transformation that is both noble and rare.”

“Did the moon goddess bless her?”

“How can a young girl like her possess such a powerful wolf?”

I stood there, full of my glory, staring coldly at the gaping shocked look of the men who trampled and abused me, a primal urge rising from deep within me.