C5 Vanessa's Escape

Vanessa's Point Of View.

I stormed into my room, anger burning hot in my chest. My parents, gone—taken from me in a cruel act of violence by my former mate. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. No, I had to go back, confront him, demand justice.

How could Alpha Patrick be this wicked? How could he set fire to my parent's hut, knowing fully well how it would damage me?

Perhaps I never knew him as well as I thought I did...

My hands found a small bag, in which I could pack a few of my things. With each item I threw into my bag, the anger within me grew stronger. Clothes, mementos, necessities—all packed in haste as I prepared to return to the pack I once called home. I knew Alpha William had been kind to me in his own way, but now I had a mission, a purpose that surpassed any comfort or security he provided.

When I finished packing, I paused, casting a final glance around the room that had been my own. Even in the short time I'd spent here, the room already held memories—both joyful and painful—but now it was time to leave it behind. With a sad exhale, I turned away, my heart heavy with grief and fury.

Walking out, I shut the door behind me, leaving behind the life I had known.

I cautiously emerged from my room, the dimly lit hallway stretching out before me like a murky river. It was night already, and it had covered the world outside in darkness.

This was as good a time as any for me to escape unseen.

I moved with a quiet stealth, taking one foot in front of the other, each and every of my step measured and deliberate. Each sound, whether it be the distant murmur of voices or the echoing footsteps of guards on patrol, sent a jolt of fear into my body.

From a distance, I could hear the howling of wolves; perhaps Alpha William had gone out to hunt with his subjects. I kept myself glued to the shadows, pressing my body against the cool stone walls whenever I got the faintest hint of someone coming towards me.

Suddenly, I heard voices drifting down the hallway, and I quickly ducked into a nearby alcove, my heart hammering in my chest as I held my breath, willing myself to remain unseen.

The voices grew louder, and I kept myself hidden, trying to listen in.

"...His staff of power," one person was saying. "We got news from Alpha Patrick that it had been stolen. What do you think, Alpha?"

Oh, Alpha William didn't go out to hunt, I thought. This just made my escape ten times harder.

I heard a great sigh, before Alpha William spoke up. "Alpha Patrick is known to be very senile and biased in his judgement." He mused. "I do not think we should make this more important than it is. If he thinks he lost his staff, then he should look for it till he finds it. It is none of our business!"

A pause, then. "As you wish, Alpha. We will send word to Alpha Patrick on the subject."

"Please, do."

I waited with held breath for Alpha William and the unknown person to pass. Once they were gone, their footsteps echoing down the corridor, I heaved a sigh of relief; the worst was over. Once the coast was clear, I resumed my silent journey, weaving my way through the dark corridors of the pack house.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I reached the grand entrance, the cool night air calling me forward like a siren's call. With a final glance over my shoulder, I slipped through the doorway and out into the inky blackness beyond, leaving behind the safety of the packhouse.

The surrounding of the pack house was as empty as the insides, for some reason. Only two lone sentries stood at the pillars of the pack house on both ends. There were no guards patrolling the grounds, either. Where were they all? Hunting?

I found a secluded corner outside the packhouse, where the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground below. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused on the primal energy moving through my body, calling the ancient wolf power that lay dormant within me.

As I concentrated, a tingling sensation spread throughout my body, like a thousand tiny sparks igniting my skin. I felt my bones shift and contort, muscles rippling beneath my flesh as my human form began to unravel. Fur sprouted from my skin, covering me in a soft, reddish silken coat as my limbs elongated and twisted, reshaping themselves into the sleek form of a wolf.

With a final shudder, the transformation was complete. I opened my eyes, now keen and amber-gold, and breathed in the crisp night air, the scent of pine and earth filling my nostrils. My senses were heightened now—I could smell every creature that crossed the grass below my paws; hear every sound around me, and feel everything with ten times the effect.

I nudged the bundle of clothes with my nose, picking it up delicately in my jaws, before turning and bounding off into the forest.

The ground flew beneath my paws as I ran, the wind whipping through my fur and carrying the exhilarating scent of freedom. Branches and foliage blurred past me in dizzying colours of green and brown, the rhythm of my pounding heart matching the sound of my footsteps.

As I ran, it hit me that I was no longer Vanessa, the timid Omega who had been treated with scorn. I was now Vanessa the wolf—a creature of instinct and survival, and I would find revenge for my parents, no matter what it took me.

And so I ran, deeper into the heart of the forest, my howls echoing through the night as I embraced the wildness that pulsed through my body. Soon, I left the world of men behind.