Sheila

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There was a knock on the door to my house. I knew who it was before I left my room on the upstairs floor. The smell of the Alpha flooded my nose, it made my cells tingle in submission. I got off my bed and turned to take one last look at my room.

The wooden room was now stripped bare, nothing but a clean white sheet rested on the tidy bed. The drawers that once contained my clothes were now gutted. I reached down, my pale hand grasping a strap of the backpack that rested near the door.

The backpack was a dark green color, it was filled to the brim with all my clothes and living utilities. It was made with many pockets on the outside which was held together by leather buckles.

I shrugged the pack onto my shoulders. Sighing to myself as I opened the door and stepped out of the room. It took me a lot longer than planned to close that door behind me.

I closed the door and started walking to the wooden stairs. As I walked down the first step, I looked back at my oak door, now closed. I was only a few feet away from it, though it felt like it was a lifetime away.

I tore my eyes away from the door and started walking back down the steps. Once at the bottom, I walked past both my living room and my kitchen. My eyes were set on the main door, where the smell of the Alpha grew even thicker.

The smell made my hands shake in anticipation. I drew a shaky hand through my thick black hair, running it all the way to the tips which stopped mid-torso. It was no use to stop the shaking in my hand, so I just grasped my backpack straps. If I couldn't stop the shaking, I might as well give my hands something else to do.

I was in front of my door, a toe away from the wooden frame. I could hear the Alpha tapping his foot on the other side. I drew in a breath, taking one last look at my empty house. I released the breath and reached down a hand and turned the handle.

I opened the door while taking a step back. "I'm sorry for the wait," my eyes shot to the floor.

"Don't worry I don't mind the wait." I didn't know the Alpha was a liar, though I didn't know him at all. This was only my fourth time meeting him.

First, to show me this house, the one I have been living in by myself starting at age six. That was twelve years ago. Second, to check on me two weeks later. Third a few weeks ago, to discuss if I wanted to depart. Fourth, this moment.

I noticed his feet were fidgeting on the porch. He was probably worried that the curse will jump onto him. Maybe it would, I didn't want to risk it, I moved my eyesight down to my toes.

I didn't really know what this curse is, I just know that it's a whole heap of bad luck when it awakens. I hope it couldn't kill anyone. I don't know how I would deal with myself if that ever happened.

"I assume by the backpack, you choose to leave?" I could feel his eyes peering into the top of my head.

I nod my head, "I don't want to bring my pack into this," The words got out a lot weaker then I planned them to. I don't talk to people. I've talked to the Alpha four times, and my teacher when I was younger than six, now I talk to myself a lot. I've read books if people talking, though interactions, such as now, come hard to me.

"Thank you for your sacrifice," he started out, pity in his voice. He must have kids, judging by his grey hair, though he probably would dare let his kids or Mate get anywhere near me. "I'm sorry that we have to take these measures with you. It must have been so lonely."

He couldn't help it. Honestly, he couldn't. I'm sure if he had it his way, and I was a normal wolf, I would be living together with my pack, my parents, my teacher, happily.

"I understand." I look up at him, a reassuring smile on my face. "I don't want to endanger any of my loved ones." I paused, trying to put my thoughts into words, "I don't think of myself as a sacrifice, so don't think I am one either. Thank you for talking with me, even with the warning signs." I genuinely thought that it what I've been telling that to myself all these years, I was happy to finally say it to someone.

"I'm so sorry." I saw tears well up in his eyes. Such a human emotion I have never seen before. I cocked my head to the side peering up at him from a different angle.

"Are you sad?" Tears mean sadness, normally tears happen when you lose something important, a lost friendship, a family member, a home, a pack. Doesn't that mean I should be the one crying?

"I just can't imagine my kids going through what you have too." I smile at that.

"I'm glad they don't." I look at the sky. The sun was about to crack over the horizon. "I think I should start moving if I want to be at the first checkpoint today." It was like talking to myself, though there was a human here. Maybe he thought I was talking to him? It didn't matter.

"Yes, I don't want you to be hiking in the dark." He looked down, his brown eyes meeting my grey ones. "If you ever need anything, or you ever find yourself in trouble, please don't be afraid to use the 'Flore Albo' name." The beautiful name of our pack, the translation is 'White Flower' in English.

"I will." He turned and started walking down the porch. I followed behind him, my eyes peering deep into his back.

He opened the gate which was connected to the white fence that surrounded the house. It was recently painted by me a month ago. I thought the poor fence was past the chipping paint, the dark wood beneath had shown immensely. I set a letter by putting it in my mailbox a mile down the road. I never got letters back. Though, this time, I was surprised to see white paint sitting below my mailbox.

"You are always free to come back." He looked back at my house. "But I'm not sure if you would be happy."

He was right, I wouldn't be happy if I came back. I was so excited for the adventure ahead of me. Maybe I could pick up a dog companion on the way, so my lonely days would be over.

"Thank you." Normally packs kill wolves like me at birth, or so that's what I've heard through my teacher. It was a blessing that they spared me. I'm glad I was alive, solitude is still much better than being dead.

I looked to my right looking at the trail that went down the side of my fence. The path I would be taking. Then I looked in front, the road that would take me to my mailbox, and a little further is where the packtown should be. Alpha would be going that way.

"This is farewell for now, Alpha." I didn't get the pleasure of knowing his name. Or anyone's for that matter. I hiked my backpack high up my shoulders and turned to my right.

"Shelia, wait—" I turned my head to look at him. He looked like he was in the motion to hug me, I couldn't help my body, I tensed up. I saw him stop himself, returning his hands to his sides.

As much as I wanted human contact, a hug, the risks are too high. I just smile softly, raise a hand, "goodbye Alpha, in the next life." I said waving my goodbyes.

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So this is the first chapter, though I will be updating this daily from now until it's finished!

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