Chapter 3 3

"Your arrival here proves that you are a formidable adversary, a smart, willful and strong werewolf, attributes that being alpha would require."

"More like slow, dull and big buffoon." Beta thought to himself. He then turned to Lyra, he could see something in her eyes, a feeling, he could smell it, but couldn't quite place his finger on it.

Alfred 'Terror' Buckwill, alpha of the pack and his wife, Luna, Everdew Buckwill walked through the aisle between the people present and stood behind the Elder.

"Dad, what's going on?

"Kill it." He said to his son.

"Why?"

"It is necessary for your ascension. It is your time."

"But I don't know how to be Alpha."

"Time will teach you. Now spill its blood and do not utter another word of protest."

Glen held the animal down with his left hand and his wolf claws emerged. He slowly sank the claws into the lambs throat and pulled downward, slicing it open to the belly.

"Now, eat it's heart." The Elder instructed.

"What?" Glen couldn't believe what he just heard.

"Do it." His father echoed.

Glen had not seen his father being that serious with him ever, so he couldn't even summon up a will to resist for another second. He hesitantly pulled out its heart and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Enough!" His father echoed again. "You don't actually have to eat it." He joked with a more eased up tone and everyone laughed, even Beta, so naturally that one wouldn't guess an ounce of contempt existed in his bones.

The Elder moved backward and Alfred came forward. He dipped his palm into the dead lamb's blood and evoked his wolf claws. He asked his son to bring his right arm forward and he shook him, grabbing his elbow and burying his claws underneath his skin.

"Blir ett med stemninge." He whispered into Glen's ears and almost immediately, he felt a rush of power going through him like he was possessed. He looked up and his eyes shone bright gold.

"Ahhhh!!" He screamed, not able to control all the power and pain.

After almost a minute, his father let go of him and he fell to the ground. He got up a few seconds later and when he opened his eyes, they glowed intensely red.

"Rise, Glenfiddich Buckwill, Alpha of the Highblood pack." Said Alfred as he shifted into a werewolf and every werewolf there shifted also and howled loudly into the night sky that their howls could be heard from miles away. They all raced towards off, running into the night to hunt and commemorate the ascension of a new alpha.

Lyra was too shocked to either shift or even partake in the hunt. She stood there till Luna came to her, she was human so couldn't partake either.

"Lost in thought I see. What, not in the mood for a hunt?"

"I'm tired. Can we please go home?" She asked with a low tone.

"Sure my dear, let's go right now. The car is parked down by the trees." She said and led the way.

Glen was limping at first but slowly, his leg finished healing and he ran through the forest with the pack following behind him, but then a white werewolf ran ahead, and it was as though a thread connected from him to her and he followed.

Lyra opened her eyes to a very noisy morning. Her wolf ears were receiving everything at once, music, cooking, clanging of plates, chattering, footsteps... It was a lot to take in on one bite. She angrily got up and walked down stairs, she could not believe her eyes. The crowd there was simply overwhelming, but not as overwhelming and what she saw next, an image that burned a scare in her memory forever, Glen kissing some girl she doesn't know in the kitchen. She didn't know what to do, whether to confront him or scream or laugh, she was perplexed. In that cacophony of emotions, she ran outside and screamed beside the speakers, letting her emotions out without being heard, because the speakers were so loud they made talking difficult.

She ran out of the compound entirely, giving it quite some distance and took out her anger on a tree, scratching and punching it several times it must have thought it would fall.

"I'm guessing you've heard the news?" A calm yet startling voice came from behind her, she quickly turned and saw Anacostia sitting on a fallen tree trunk.

"Heard what?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"G-Glen, I saw him kissing some girl I don't know in the middle of the sitting room. In front of everyone as though -. Oh no!"

"You put it together yourself, eh. Yep, she's his mate."

"What!" She expressed shock and anger all in one and punched the tree a few more times while shouting before she finally fell on her knees.

"They found each other early this morning, they recognized their bond almost instantaneously, just after the hunt."

"Yeah, while I was sleeping like a stupid log of lump." Lyra spoke calmly.

"You know the reality you are faced with, Lyra, you know you cannot stay here anymore." She referred to the Buckwill mansion but Lyra took it to mean anywhere 'near Glen' and as such, the entire city and the pack.

"No, I cannot." She answered with a stern look on her face which then melted into a tearful face. Tears rolled out her eyes uncontrollably. "My chest hurts, my heart hurts. Why is that? I-I can't breathe, Anacostia, I can't breathe."

"It's called heartbreak, love. I'm guessing it's your first time. Fight through it, sail through the pain. Breathe, relax and breathe!" She spoke calmly yet her words carried so much intensity.

Lyra followed her instructions, taking one deep breath after the other until she was finally able to calm down. She asked Anacostia for something to distract her.

"You know, I was right under you two when you crossed the final cliff gap. Literally clinging to the side of the mountain, I could have sprang up and taken you both down."

"So why didn't you?"

"Because of you, I was impressed by your strength, speed, sharp thinking and will that I couldn't find it in me to break your spirit by making you lose. Well, I suppose something was still broken in the end." She referred to Lyra's heart.

Lyra looked at her with so much love and admiration, and decided that's who she wants to be. She was sure Anacostia had her own problems, but you could never see it in her countenance and or action, you could never hear it in her words or tone. She was strong, both physically and mentally. She took in one deep breath and said.

"I'm leaving now."

"Okay, love. Know where?"

"England." She answered firmly.

"Okay. England it is. Go get your things, I'll drive you to the airport."

"Okay."

She went back to the house, walking past everyone without actually seeing them. Her mind was juggling so many thoughts but the one thing that held them all down was one simple question.

"What would Anacostia do?"

She faked a smile when necessary, nothing much, just enough to avoid being asked if she was okay, or if there was a problem. She got upstairs to her room, kept her box wide open on the bed and began throwing in several clothes and shoes. She couldn't carry everything, and she sure wasn't coming back, so she packed essentials, things she couldn't do without, everything else could be replaced. She put her passport and wallet filled with all her cards and some cash into a bag. Left a letter for her guardians to find and threw her box out the window then threw herself out the window also. She snuck out the compound by going over the fence, Anacostia was already waiting for her in her mustang. She popped the boot and fixed her box in then got in the front passenger seat and they drove off. Lyra looked at the rear view mirror and saw a man standing behind in the middle of the road, Beta.

"Isn't that your father?" She asked Anacostia who also looked in the rear view mirror but didn't answer.