The Alpha’s Mate Who Cried Wolf

Chapter 104

Maia: 6 years old

I wake up and yawn, stretching my arms high above my head. I’m sitting in a large hollow tree trunk. I

have no idea why I’m here or how I got here. I feel soft moss under my feet and crawl out from the tree.

Animals and critters in the forest gather around and approach me. They gently nuzzle their noses

against my legs, and when I sit down on the grass, they curl up on my lap. There are rabbits, foxes,

squirrels, deer, elk, birds, and mice. They follow me around and do not leave my side. I feel safe and

loved in this forest, and I want to live here forever. The forest is my home, my safe place, my

everything.

I play a game of hide and seek with my new friend, a fox I name Ember. I introduce myself to him. I’m

Maia,’ I tell him. Ember nudges my head playfully with his and then runs in circles. He leaps at me and

falls on my chest, and as we both roll backwards, we notice the entrance to a cave hidden by a curtain

of vines.

In awe at its magnificence and beauty, thousands of glow worms illuminate the cave. It’s mesmerising

and magical to view. The cave’s walls are overgrown with green vines and purple flowers. The cave is

filled with a sweet floral scent.

Ember and I follow the trail of glow worms through the cave until we can go no further and must turn

right, where the cave ends. Sunlight shines through a rectangle-shaped hole in the wall. It is a perfect

window that lights up this part of the cave.

I approach the hole to look at the water flowing over it outside. It’s like a waterfatl. I let the water fill my

cupped hands and drink it. It’s cold, delicious and refreshing.

‘Ember, I think this cave will be our new home,’ I say, smiling, and look down at Ember, who rubs his NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

head against my leg, agreeing.

Collecting moss, bark, and leaves, I make a soft bed from the materials. Next, I roll three tree stumps

into the cave and make a table with the large stump and two stools to sit on with the two smaller

stumps. ‘This will do just fine,’ I say, proud of myself.

It feels like home. Ember approaches me with a violet flower in his mouth and drops it on my lap.

‘Thank you, Ember. It’s such a pretty flower. It’s the same colour as my eyes,’ I smile and look down at

Ember’s sweet furry face.

Lying on my bed with Ember snuggled up next to me, I listen to the sound of the waterfall, the birds

singing, and the breeze blowing through the trees before drifting off to sleep.

Maia: 18 years old

It’s rare to see other humans in the forest, and when I do see them, I follow them quietly, without

making my presence known. I sit up high in a tree and listen to their conversations to learn what I can

about the world outside the forest

They speak about werewolves and how much they loathe them, that they are unnatural beings who

should be eradicated. They say werewolves are ferocious and dangerous, that they kill their own

young.

After hearing these conversations, I fear werewolves, and I wouldn’t dare approach one if I ever came

across one.

My forest is the only land neither king rules. It’s neutral land between two opposing kingdoms, and

most people do not dare to enter.

The humans say it’s only a matter of time until war breaks out between the two kingdoms: West

Wallow, the human realm, ruled by King Fenris, and Moon Crest Valley, the werewolf realm, ruled by

Alpha King Damon.

They speak about how Alpha King Damon still hasn’t found his mate and Luna of his kingdom.

Werewolves are blessed with a soul mate the Moon Goddess selects. Upon one’s eighteenth birthday,

they can sense their mate if they’re nearby.

Ai twenty-four, being mateless is rare, and Alpha King Damon may not find his fated mate. The humans

speculate that perhaps his mate has passed away before he has had a chance to meet her, or maybe

the Moon Goddess has cursed him, and he will be mateless indefinitely. A mate by his side would

increase his strength and the power of his pack. They discuss King Fenris intentions to conquer Moon

Crest Valley by slaughtering the werewolves,

Everyone is eager for King Fenris to marry, so they will have a queen and heirs to the throne Without

heirs, the people of West Wallow worry what will happen to them if something happens to their king. .

Until now, I have survived on the forest’s offeringe my whole life. But, lately, villagers and soldiers have

come into my forest for 1644, authening enormous harvests of fruit, herbs and mushrooms, depleting

my food supply dry.

It’s becoming harder to find food, and I worry there won’t be enough left for me to eat. The animals are

hunted, killed, and used for meat and fur. It’s heartbreaking finding my friends’ bodies scattered through

the forest. They’re creatures I have lived with my whole

life

Ember and I go to his old den to find the remains of other foxes. I’m devastated and inconsolable.

Ember looks at me, and his eyes glaze over. I see and feel the hurt in his eyes. I collapse to the

ground, hold Ember close to my chest, and cry into the warmth of his neck

I’m so sorry, Ember,’ I cry.

Grey clouds darken the sky, and heavy rain begins to pour down on us. The raindrops roll down my

cheeks and merge with my tears.

‘The sky is crying with us,’ I say. When I manage to stop crying, the rain settles.

Humming and singing a sorrowful song, I feel like my heart brims with a pain that will never go away.

My home has been gradually destroyed, my friends have been killed, and I’m no longer safe in this

forest. I look down at my hands and see a soft glow coming from my palms. I hear rustling in the

bushes in front of me.

Shocked by my presence, two men and a woman can’t believe what they’re seeing. Both men wear

tunics and breeches and have knives in their belts. The woman, who wears a dress and a shawl,

carries a long, thick stick with-dead rabbits tied to it.

The anger inside me builds, and I feel an all-consuming, all-powerful energy course through my veins.

A force of energy expels from my palms in the form of a gust of wind as I unknowingly manipulate the

wind and yell at the human invaders.

‘Get out of my forest and never come back! I scream. The gust of wind almost knocks them over. They

run away quickly and out of

sight

‘Did I just do that?’ I ask Ember.

it

Arriving at their village, panting and out of breath, John sits down on a bench and looks at Fay and Ed.

Fay rests the stick with rabbits against a stone wall and sits beside John and Ed.

“Did you see that? I’ve never seen such a beautiful girl. Her voice was so angelic, her skin glowed, and

her eyes were violet. She was scary, but boy, was she beautiful.’ John says. Fay nods and agrees with

him.

‘She summoned the wind and almost blew us away,’ Ed

says.

‘She did. She must be a Goddess or a Princess. Why would she tell us to get out of her forest? She

doesn’t own it.’ Fay says.

Maybe she lives there? I’ve never seen her in any of the villages. I’d remember a face as enchanting as

hers.’ Ed says.

They tell everyone in the village about what they have heard and seen, and a few of their neighbours

believe them. A few of the villagers have heard her beautiful singing voice many times in the forest

while harvesting food and hunting.

All the villagers refer to Maia as the Forest Princess, and children beg their parents to tell them the

story of the Enchanted Forest Princess