Alpha’s Last Gift : A Daughter’s Devotion

I opened the door, and Olga quickly told me in a hushed voice that I needed to come with her.

“Where’s Dad?” I asked.

“Alpha Colby will meet us where we’re going,” she replied.

I wasn’t sure what was happening, but her serious look made it clear I should follow. She grabbed my hand, and we rushed to the back door. She told me to transform, and I could tell from her expression that it was important.

We took off running, and I struggled to keep up with her, even though she was an Omega. She was incredibly fast. Once we were a good distance away, she shifted back to human form and pulled out some clothes from her backpack for us to change into.

“Where’s Dad? Why are we so far from the house?” I asked, but she just told me to hide behind some trees.

I waited anxiously, my heart pounding. Eventually, I saw a figure sprinting toward us—it was Dad. His scent made it clear. I tensed and glanced at Olga, who was still beside me. She stepped out to hand him some clothes as he stopped, looking injured and out of breath.

I came out too and asked Dad what was going on, but he ignored me, quickly changing clothes. “When will it come?” he asked. Then, Olga responded, “In just a few minutes.”

I had no idea what they were talking about when I heard a terrifyingly loud sound approaching. It was so overwhelming that I flinched, and Dad pulled me into his arms, trying to comfort me.

The noise grew louder, like a horde of beasts closing in. I shut my eyes in fear as Dad held me tightly and said, “Phoebe, come here!” He carried me close, trying to shield me from the terrifying sound.

Suddenly, I felt a heavy rush of wind sweep over us, and my father leaped into the source of the terrifying noise. We landed on a hard, cold surface.

When I looked around, we were inside a small, moving box. Later on, I figured out that this noisy thing was called a train, and we had sneaked onto it. Olga was with us, and we had landed in a container packed with boxes. Once she was sure we were safe, she said, “The pack isn’t safe anymore. We need to move.”

“Why? Aren’t they all family?” I asked, not understanding.

They didn’t explain further, even though I kept asking. Olga pulled out some plain bread and water from her backpack, and we shared a simple meal together.

We couldn’t just move to another pack; a fallen Alpha like my father could be seen as a threat. So, that was how I ended up in this place, New Arcadia. Meanwhile, Olga jumped off at then nearest city from the pack to keep an eye on things. She gave my father an address to contact us once we were safe.

I snapped back to reality when a loud noise grabbed my attention. I looked up and saw beautiful fireworks lighting up the sky, followed by the sounds of horns and New Year celebrations. This was one of the human creations I had come to admire. After living among them for years, I had learned a lot about their customs and culture. They might not have our werewolf power and speed, but they made up for it with their cleverness.

The fireworks kept lighting up the sky for another five minutes, and I just sat there, teary-eyed. The dazzling display felt like a cruel joke against my miserable situation—diagnosed with cancer and spending New Year’s all alone. I didn’t think things could get much worse.

I knew I couldn’t reach out to my friends or colleagues; they were probably busy celebrating with their families or close friends now. I didn’t feel like I really had anyone I could call a close friend—most were just acquaintances.

However, life had dealt me some serious blows before. A few months after we moved to New Arcadia, I found out the real reason behind the fire that night. One of the pack members had been plotting to take my father’s place. He set the fire and then rallied followers to attack my father right after we had settled into our new house. My dad, still wounded and grieving, wasn’t prepared for the sudden assault, and he was defeated.

At least he managed to warn Olga in time. She got me out of there and planned for us to escape together. Now, as I glanced up at the moon, I wondered if the Moon Goddess still cared about me. Things had been so tough lately, and it felt like She had left me behind a long time ago.

My phone buzzed, and it was Rosetta calling. “Phoebe, why aren’t you coming home for New Year’s?” she asked.