The Alpha's Curse The Enemy Within

Sheila's point of view

I stood frozen, unmoving as my gaze stared at the name written boldly on the castle walls.

The Black Blood Pack.

Confusion hit me harder. Why was I here?

Nothing made sense. Now more than ever, I needed to know exactly what was going on. I was so fucking curious to find out who truly these people were, and why wasn't the man whom I have always known as my father, not in the picture.

The blue flames around me died instantly, I walked through the castle doors. I found myself in the large main room. My head turned right as loud noises echoed from there. I began to move through the golden hallways. The more steps I took, I saw several of my younger self racing through the hallways.

I felt a piercing ache as I remembered memories of myself racing through these hallways. Soon, I reached the large dining court. It was filled with so many people. They were members of the pack, all having dinner around several tables.

I moved closer to where my younger self was seated. Beside her was the child with deep hazel eyes. They were so familiar. I peered at them more intensely, suddenly gasping in recognition. Before the name left my lips, I heard my younger self say.

"Kaiser—"

My blue eyes widened. It couldn't be. Kaiser Black. Hurriedly, my eyes darted to the other young boy having dinner. My eyes pierced into the soul of his deep blue, he was Kaiser's older brother. The one I met at the Council, Leonardo Black.

"Kaiser, be nice to our sister," Leonardo's deep voice sounded, sending a warm smile to me.

Our sister? This couldn't be. They couldn't be my brothers.

No. This was all too much to take in. I raced out of the large dining court. I didn't even know where I was racing to. I only stopped when I heard hushing whispers coming from somewhere. It was an office. The door was left slightly ajar.

My mother was there with the man I can't seem to remember as my father, along with several others. I couldn't see their faces clearly but I recognized some of them. They were the Elder wolves.

"The Dark Circle has known about the child. It's only a matter of time before they discover her identity —" one of the Elders spoke.

"You both can't shield her from her destiny—" someone else spoke.

"And we are not trying to. But my daughter is too young for what you are proposing, she's just nine." The man, my father, spoke angrily, banging his hand on the table.

My mother went to him, soothing him.

"Fiona, say something. You are a witch, and you saw the prophecy. You know the consequence if we delay any longer." Someone else spoke. "She needs to start her training and be ready for anything. None of us know when the darkness the crystal stones warned us about would surface, it may happen next week, or years later. But that child is the only one that can save our world."

"I understand what everyone is saying, but I am with Alpha Logan on this. Our daughter is too young to be exposed to that life yet. She has to come of age first," My mother said, placing a hand on her mate.

I felt suffocated, I raced out of the castle, swallowing in some air. The ache in my head pounded the more as I growled in so much pain coming from my head and invading my mind. It was like a force that invaded my mind, forcing me to remember. Immediately, a careless scream left my lips, and a rush of images flooded my mind all at once.

It was so painful that it attempted to rupture my entire being. This pain lasted for several minutes, and I collapsed on the cold, unfeeling ground.

The pain banging against my skull has disappeared, but I still felt pain deep within the walls of my mind. My eyes welled with tears as I found the bright moon boring down at me.

I remembered. I remembered it all.

The tears that welled in my eyes began to rush down my cheeks and I didn't bother to stop them. They fell from the pain that held me. I pushed myself from the ground, my eyes scanning the entire surrounding. I remembered it all. This was my home. I had lived all my life here before that night.

My blue eyes rounded, remembering that night. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Oh, my goddess. Mother.

I began to run back to the castle doors, but before I could reach for it, my surroundings began to change and the moment I had always dreaded surrounded me.

No. Not that night. No, please.

I scanned around and all I saw was blood. Blood of our warriors of the pack, they were fighting against the Dark Circle army. They attacked in mass numbers when we were not expecting it. Father and my older brother had left for a meeting, it was only Kaiser, mother, and I, along with the pack warriors and witches that were in the pack, but we were outnumbered and my people were dying just to keep me safe.

From my peripheral vision, I saw my younger self being pulled away by Kaiser while the Crystal Fortress witches tried to fight back the Dark Circle army.

More tears rushed from my eyes as Kaiser and I raced into the woods, I knew exactly what was going to happen. It hurt me more that I couldn't do anything to stop the tragedy that was about to happen. Many people lost their lives just to protect me, including my mother.

Just as expected, a resounding growl rippled through the trees, causing great chaos on the earth, even the wind turned violent. I looked up at the sky and it was red, having a blood moon in the middle.

Suddenly, a red mist covered the land. I couldn't see anything. The fights had somehow stopped. I moved my legs in motion, racing to the woods where my younger self would be with mother's lifeless body and Kaiser's unconscious one.

I reached there, and the first person I could find in the mist was my brother, Kaiser. He was alive but badly wounded.

I couldn't stop the tears that had covered my eyes as I began to search for my mother's body. I found her lifeless body in the mist, but my younger self was no longer there.

I left my mother's body and raced deeper into the woods, and all I could see was a faint shadow of the man that started this war, Nell Reid, taking my unconscious younger self from my pack to the Dark Circle, no doubt.

That was all I could remember. For some reason, I didn't make it to the Dark Circle. By the time I regained consciousness, I had already lost my memories and was at the silver mist pack as the only daughter of the silver mist Alpha, Alpha Lucius.

What must have happened to me?

I went back to where mother was lying unconscious on the ground with her body already cold. I knelt beside her, brawling my eyes out. Everything was my fault. Mother's death, the Crystal Fortress destruction, and everything that came afterward. It was all my fault.

I gripped her body tightly to me, crying profusely. Then I felt it, a certain warmness began to move on my hand. I pulled away, my eyes falling onto my wrist where warm crimson fluid gathered, feasting on my skin. I groaned at the pain that was growing by the second on my wrist. It lasted for a while before the pain stopped and a small runic symbol was imprinted on my wrist. I recognized the symbol. Mother also had it, it was our ancestral clan magic.

Abruptly without warning, I felt a conscious tug at my soul and new yet familiar energy spread around me, causing me to collapse further on the ground, shutting my eyes.

By the time I pulled my eyes open, I was no longer at the Black Blood Pack. I had jerked back to reality and I wasn't in Killian's pack anymore, I was in the middle of nowhere.

Darkness still covered the land and the moon's light never flickered away from me. I began to scan around when my eyes fell on the faint outline of a familiar castle, standing not far from where I was.

I froze, as my eyes began to sting with tears. I was back at a place I haven't been for so long. My very home. The Black Blood Pack. I must have subconsciously wandered here.

I let the tears in my eyes wander freely down my cheeks. I took the familiar path that my brothers and I usually made use of to sneak in and out of the pack.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

After a few minutes of walking, I had sneaked my way into the castle. Just being within the corner walls brought back memories of my past I couldn't believe I was capable of forgetting.

I walked down the hallways, moving into the large dining court. I could feel the cold feasting on my dirty bare feet as I forgot to wear some boots before leaving Killian's pack.

I walked closer to the paintings that stood up against the wall in the court. It was a painting of father and mother.

My tears rolled down from my swollen eyes. The more pain enveloped me, I kept on crying profusely so that I didn't hear the silent steps that approached me, but as soon as I heard the very words I hadn't heard in a long time, I froze.

"Sister."