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MidReal Story
Elena , a young woman without a cat , is
Anonymous
Apr 23
Scenario:Elena, a young woman without a cat, is banished from her werewolf pack and forced to join a new one, where she must hide her secret and navigate a web of lies and secrets while contending with her growing feelings for the pack's Beta.
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My life has always been a bit of a mess.
I’m not sure how I got here, but I’m fairly certain it’s not good.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I try to take deep, slow breaths to calm myself.
I can’t let them see how scared I am.
I can’t let them see that they’ve already won.
I can’t let them know that they’ve taken everything from me—my family, my home, my future.
The clear night sky is bright with moonlight, shining down on the werewolves gathered in a circle around me.
They watch me with hard eyes, their faces unreadable.
But I can read the hostility in their postures.
Their open and aggressive stances tell me that they’re ready for me to make a run for it or attack them at any moment.
But I won’t do either of those things.
I’ve learned my lesson from the last time I tried.
Instead, I stand before them, my hands clenched at my sides.
The Alpha is first in line, his hands behind his back as he gives me a once-over.
He’s tall and built like a tank, with muscles that ripple and twitch under his skin as he moves.
His black hair is slicked back from his forehead, and his bright green eyes are sharp and intense as they move over my body.
There’s something about him that makes it difficult for me to meet his gaze for very long, but I try not to show it as I stand up straighter and meet his eyes.
He gives me a subtle nod of approval, and some of the tension leaves my body at the reassurance that he won’t let them kill me.
It’s probably just my imagination, but the look he gives me seems to be tinged with something else—something almost like sympathy or understanding.
But it’s quickly gone, and I’m left wondering if I’d just imagined it.
The only other person who knows everything is standing next to him: the Beta, Alex Knight.
He’s tall and lean with short, dark hair that curls a little around his ears, and his gray eyes are sharp and intelligent as he watches me.
He gives me a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, which are full of worry and a hint of fear that this won’t go well for me.
Not that I can blame him, but I don’t want his pity, so I focus on the Alpha instead.
I take a deep breath before I speak, but every word is a struggle as I try to keep my voice from shaking too much.
“I have something to tell you.”
I pause for a moment, looking around the circle at the pack members who watch me with wary eyes.
The only thing they know about me is that I’m an outsider and that I’ve been forced on them by their Alpha, despite their protests.
They’re about to find out something else about me—one more reason for them to hate me.
Maybe even enough to kill me this time.
