Breaking And Entering (4) - Mikhail
Breaking and Entering (4) - Mikhail
Status: Ongoing Series
Chapter number: 4 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 1,073
Word count for Story: 9,534
Genre: Werewolf
There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter doesn't have any warnings... unless I missed some.
BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST
LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
My world got flipped again with two simple works – High school.
Like actual high school with other students.
Not alone with a tutor in the library of the packhouse.
After my father wished me luck, Aliaksandr, Mitch, and I moved to Gamma Jon's office to discuss my day. I started at 8 a.m. and ended at 3 p.m., followed by training with the warriors my age, who would be under my command.
"What do you mean I have a free third period? What is brunch? I thought there were sports after school, not training?" I ask no one in particular as I look down below, watching the students starting to come in quickly.
“What’s with the block schedules?”
Most students are dressed lightly for the heat until one student catches my eye, leaving the building … wearing pants and a hoodie. Watching the student walk away, I can feel Borya get restless.
"MIKY!" Aliaksandr raises his voice, and I spin around and glare at him before I say anything, "If you want us to answer all your questions, you might want to listen to our answers. Besides, you have five minutes to get to your first class with me, and Professor Clark is not one to mess with."
"You are lucky you are my Beta, Sasha," I say as I grab my coat.
Mitch hands me a backpack and says, "In here, you have everything you need for your first 2 classes. Your locker has the rest of your stuff. I know you aren't dressed for school, but we will make do."
"What do you mean I am not dressed for school?" That is when I remembered I was dressed for the office.
I thought this morning's meeting would be with an advisor or to settle something urgent, so I wore a three-piece charcoal gray suit with no tie and black dress shoes.
"I cannot go to my first day of school like this! What kind of impression would that be? I am stuck up, prick, right? I think not. Hold on."
Papa, can I run home and get on something other than a suit? I mindlink my father.
Yes, Misha. You can start after brunch. Take Sasha with you.
"Sasha, you and I will go back to the packhouse so I can change. Mitch, you go ahead and get to class. We will meet back here during the third period. Understood?"
They nod in unison, and Mitch jogs out of the office.
Sasha and I head home to my car, a deep purple Toyota Highlander, and along the way to the packhouse, I decide it's time for some answers.
"Sasha, when did you know this was going to happen?" I glare at him quickly, trying to keep my eyes on the road.
Avoiding my eyes and looking out the front windshield, he responds after a second, "About two days ago, but Mitch knew about a month ago because Gamma Jon mentioned something to him in passing."
"So, explain high school."
Listening to my Beta tell me about the cliques, the squabbles between the circles, and all the chicks, I know this year will be challenging. I not only have to integrate like I am just another student, but I also have to find the balance between being one of them and being their next Alpha.
Then, I have to deal with multiple teachers instead of one tutor.
While it seems like a lot, this will probably be my most straightforward transition. Despite what my father thinks, I already know most of the pack. Then, my tutors were from the school and would switch depending on the topic. Having more than one at a time shouldn't be challenging, but we will see.
The hard part is finding my mate. According to Sasha, it should be easy with all the females at the school turning 18 soon.
Even though it seems like it would be easy, Sasha doesn’t seem to consider all of my Alpha duties. Taking the time out of those duties to attend coming-of-age celebrations means later nights for me.
I have always wondered what it would be like for humans who must go through trial and error to find a mate. In my sleepless nights, I have read books about epic battles over love or heartache over being with the wrong human mate.
Can you imagine wasting months or years of your life only to have your chosen mate be the wrong one?
It may not be that different from living your life without being moonmatched.
When we get to the packhouse, we have some time before we have to get back. I decided to raid the fridge for breakfast, shower, and change into dark denim jeans, a dark blue polo shirt, and blue and black Nikes. For some reason, since I learned about going to school, Borya has been restless.
Borya, what is wrong? Why are you acting like you haven't been on a run all month? We ran last night.
She is near, our mate; she is finally close.
Do you mean she is eighteen already? We need to find her fast.
I don't think she is eighteen yet, but I can feel her. Being an Alpha allows us to feel things before anyone else, including her.
Right, but she is here, and I may meet her sooner than we thought.
Running downstairs, I call for Sasha. I cannot wait to tell him what Borya said. "Sasha! Sasha! I have great news!" I yell as I barrel around the corner into the main hall, almost running into my mother.
"Good Morning to you too, Misha," she smiles at me. “I hear your father finally told you the good news. You're starting in an actual high school. Remember, you are still 18 years old. Have fun with school, make friends, and find yourself."
"Mum! I am so sorry. Where is Sasha? I have great news! Borya said he felt our mate, which means she is here! She really is here!" I say with a massive smile, hugging my mother tightly.
"That is wonderful! Now, you must ensure you are a man worth being a mate with. Oh, I had Sasha wait for you in the car. I wanted to wish you luck on your first day of school," she tells me as she walks to the front door, "Now off with you. Good luck, and make us proud."
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Breaking and Entering (5) - Lovern
Status: Ongoing Series
Chapter number: 5 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 1,577
Word count for Story: 11,111
Genre: Werewolf
There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter doesn't have any warnings... unless I missed some.
BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST
LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Great way to start, right?
Getting attacked, visiting the health office, and missing an entire class period—oy!
If this is how everything starts, this will be a tricky school year. Part of me wants to go home because my face is killing me. What kind of nails does she have to cut me like that? As far as I know, she doesn’t have acrylics with razor blades.
It's focus time. The desire to do well in school and graduate, maybe from here, on a good note, is more essential and will always win. Since there is time left for the third period and I have a free fourth period, it is time to go to my safe place and be invisible again.
Making my way to the library and entering the administration building, I notice Mitch is still here with whatever his name is and now another lackey.
Wait, they are all coming from the private elevator?
Who are three high school jocky-looking goons to have access to a key card VIP elevator?
I get Mitch having one since he is now glued to Selena, and her parents work on the top floor, but the other two? Oh well, it's not something to care about with the short time I will be here.
Oh shit!
Mitch is walking this way with a concerned look on his face and the lackeys in tow. He is in no way coming to check on me, right?
Glancing around… yep, it is me, not another soul in sight. Why not? Everyone is supposed to be in class right now.
*Ring*
The bell for the end of the third period goes off, stopping the boys in their tracks. He glances at the new lackey behind him, and my eyes follow.
Oh, wow.
My brain short circuits when my eyes connect with these pale, jade-green eyes filled with power and confusion.
“Hey, Lovren! What happened to your face?” Mitch calls out, moving towards me again, looking more irritated now than concerned.
The other two boys are seemingly shocked at what he said, glancing over at me like I was not 100% there just a second ago. Concern and irritation echoed on their faces.
Oh, great, that's just what I need now “a pity party” because Selena went Freddy Kruger on my face. All I can think of is how mad Mitchell will be at me for pissing off his girlfriend enough for her to do this to me.
Boys will be boys and back the bitches no matter what.
And with how close Mitch and Selena are now, I am pretty sure that video evidence still wouldn't convince him that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time or Selena was PMSing again.
Rolling my shoulders, I feel this prickling sensation roll across my skin like small waves, which only makes me want to get away faster.
“It’s nothing. I’m good.” I quickly mumble as I turn and bolt for the stairs, not waiting for the elevator to reach the lobby level.
I repeatedly chanted, “Don’t make trouble. Don’t cause a mess. Don’t lose this house, too,” making it my mantra until I graduate.
I keep going up the stairs to the third floor, ignoring the calls after me from Mitch and his lackeys.
When I reached the third floor, I leaned against the wall and listened to see if they were following me up the stairs.
No footsteps on the stairs.
Taking a chance, I peek around the corner, looking down to the lobby. The three are still there, looking puzzled and pointing to the stairs where I just escaped.
Well, there is no way this is not going to get back to Jon and Rachel. Mitch will say something to Jon, and then Selena will spin a story to her parents.
When I get home, who knows what Jonathan will say, but Rachel will have a million questions for me, like 1—why did you run from Mitch or 2—why did you make Selena mad, but never are you okay?
I may have to live in the library from open to closed daily and take the long way back to avoid everyone.
*Ring*
Ah, the fourth period has started, meaning I have about 55 minutes to myself. Sitting in my favorite chair, I scoot it closer to the window and watch the schoolyard. Some students are running late to class, others are milling about with no apparent direction, and PE for today will be soccer.
I am not a fan of rough-and-tumble sports, but that is not to say that I am not relatively strong, flexible, and quick to recover for a heavier-set person. If I am going to participate in a sport, it will be either swimming, volleyball, or horseback riding.
Watching the intense game outside, something strange happened. The students all kneeled and looked at something under the awning.
That was odd. Is that some safety drill out here in the mountains of nowhere?
Was there a sound that signaled to do the drill that was only played outside?
It's another quirk to add to small-town living. Deciding to ignore that, I focus on my homework until the bell rings at the end of the fourth period.
With my face still sore, the thought of chewing anything makes it hurt worse. Skipping lunch, I return to third-period class to apologize for my absence, turn in my health slip, and collect the syllabus plus any class or homework.
So far, the rest of my school day involves a one-sided hide-and-seek game with Mitch, Selena, and their collection of lackeys.
Praise anything and everything that I do not end up having classes with any of them! There IS a higher power out there. Amen!
My ability to stay in the clique of Invisibles is intact.
Math, Science, and English are a piece of cake.
Economics and government are a nightmare.
My bird course this year is choir because I can fly right through it and pass with technicolor. Singing is the one thing that connects me to my mom the most.
I remember bits and pieces of her singing while cleaning, cooking, and showering, and, well, if she could sing while doing the activity she did, no one ever stopped her. She never sang professionally, even though she could have made it big, because she always said, ‘The Goddess does not give gifts for money and fame.’”
She was a soprano and sounded like chimes in the wind, picking up the spirits of those around her and easing their worries. I was not so lucky. I am an alto with a strong, commanding voice that is warm but soothes the soul.
Choir was my last class for the day. I was practically skipping with joy to class. Excited to end the day on a high note, pun intended, I walk into the choir room only to hear someone yell, “It’s Ren! You sing too?”
Oh no.
Searching for the voice owner, I find my “new friend,” Erik, surrounded by other students with all their eyes locked on me and my bandaged face.
Kill me now.
Shooing people away, he patted the seat beside him and waved me over. I swear he knew everyone in the room, and everyone had to say hi to him, which means they also said hi to me; so much for being Invisible in this class.
Luckily, the conductor started the class with basic orientation, competition information, important dates, and uniform discussion. Then came the warm-ups, which included lots of looks and smiles at me from Erik and the other students close by, making me glad my face was already red from the injury.
Next, the only part of the choir I hate is the placement showcase.
It happens every year: each student stands in front of the class, singing variations of scales, melodies, and sight reading. I can do everything, but I hate that it is in front of everyone. Erik has no problem with this; he has a fantastic baritone-like tenor voice. It made me smile for the first time today.
Lucky for me, I kept an eye on the clock and was blessed with two things: running out of time, so I didn't have to try to sing in pain, and having never unpacked my bag, I was able to melt into the shadows and leave right away while everyone else chatted and packed up.
I hoped Erik did not want to talk to me afterward; I was done with people.
The choir room is near the band, theater, and main gym. It is the central gathering point for the Clackers and their minions. I take a deep breath and walk along the buildings without bumping into anyone, focusing only on getting to the library rather than drawing attention to myself.
Typically, it works.
Dad used to joke about my ninja skills and ability to enter a room filled with people without anyone knowing I was there. It was rare when I would get caught. Most of the time, it was by my dad or mom, someone who always oozed presence or power.
Which is what I am feeling now: power and eyes.
Someone is watching me, and it's drilling a hole into my head. Trying not to be obvious, I glance around at the students in my general area only to be drawn to someone across the quad.
Pale Jade green eyes.
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Breaking and Entering (2) - Mikhail
Status: Ongoing Series
Chapter number: 2 of unknown
Word count for Chapter: 3,384
Word count for Story: 6,653
Genre: Werewolf
There are no chapter titles, but each chapter will have a name listed that indicates which POV the chapter is from. Mindlinks are in italics. Conversations with their inner wolf are in bold italics.
A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children. One of which is special needs, and on 3/28, they lost 75% of their vision. I started a Patreon if you feel the heart to donate towards helping with the medical costs of appointments, medication, and modifications to the house, which insurance doesn't cover.
Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, and m/m. This chapter does mention sibling death and A/b/o dynamics.
BREAKING AND ENTERING MASTER LIST
LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST
Wake up, train with warriors, train with my father, then train with healers, watch the perimeter with the guards, take school lessons with tutors, and finally sleep again. Oh, and eating does happen somewhere within all of that. This routine has been my life since I was ten years old.
The only things that changed were the subjects of my studies with the tutors and the intensity of my training. As I got older, the training with my father became more about attending meetings with him in his office. He said it was time to focus less on teaching me how to do the job and more on showing me how to do the job right.
My father’s office is in the tallest building in Lunar Ridge. It is on the top floor, and even though the floor has three offices and a waiting room, every wall is glass. The building was made strategically with protection in mind. It has five levels, and all the outer walls are glass, allowing the guards to see the town without restriction.
My father wanted a 360-degree view without much obstruction. Unlike the lower levels with transparent walls, this floor was built with one-way glass, similar to those in interrogation rooms.
He also had them put some film on the inner walls that could turn dark at the push of a button for very private meetings. He refused to compromise his ability to have privacy when needed, even with his desire to have a clear view of the pack grounds.
For my father, it’s all about control and safety.
For me, it's a reminder of the weight that would soon be on my shoulders.
To my close friends, I called my father's office “the looking glass” because it allowed me to watch all the other kids come and go over the last several years.
That is when it hit me: I was not like everyone else my age, as most typically attend schools outside of their houses with teachers and classmates.
The school I saw from my looking glass, Lunar Ridge High, was quiet in the last two months because of a summer break. According to my father, I never had this period of freedom from studies because I was “behind” in my lessons. Therefore, I didn't have the luxury to go on a break.
I missed watching the students fill the walkways, clumping together, laughing, and rushing to their classrooms to learn the next thing—a world that I, Mikhail, had never experienced.
That's me, Mikhail Stanislavic Dushenko, the only living son of Alpha Stanislav and the next Alpha to rule over the Lunar Ridge Pack.
When my older brother, Stefan, was killed by the nearby pack, my carefree life turned upside down. Let me give you a bit of background.
If you couldn't tell by my name, my family comes from Russia. My great-grandfather led his pack to this small ghost of a town and turned it into the lively town you see today.
Why did he move the Lunar Ridge Pack here? That is a long story, but basically, my great-grandparents pissed off the Royal Council of Russia. My great-grandparents refused to promise my grandfather's life as a gift of peace to The Alliance between the werewolves and the vampires. That choice meant the pack was no longer under the protection of the Royal Council.
This act of defiance started a free-for-all to claim the pack and the territory. Alpha Dmitry, my great-grandfather, offered to take whoever wanted to live free with him to America to stop the pack from being taken over or killed. Most of the pack fled with Alpha Dmitry, and those who didn't escape were never heard from again.
We don't know what happened to them. Anything really could have happened to those who stayed behind. They could have joined another pack, were forced to serve the Royal Council, or were murdered.
My older brother was next in line when a border patrol went wrong.
My father, Alpha Stanislav, and his best friends, Beta Christopher, and Gamma Jonathan, had taken Stefan out for a run. They went along the borders to show him exactly how far our territory went for the hundredth time. Following the edges of the province, they passed by the falls, went through some mountain ranges, and back around the forest, ending at the packhouse near the main road of Lunar Ridge.
It should have been a typical run.
During their run, they smelled a trespasser and thought it would be easy for the four of them to scare off the invader. Splitting up, they searched for the trespasser, and my brother found the source of the scent.
This was a fatal mistake that changed the lives of everyone.
The lone trespasser stood on the edge of Lunar Ridge territory, surrounded by others covered in mud, masking their scent. With his haunches raised using every inch of height he could muster, Stefan let out a warning howl, telling them to turn around and return to the other side of the border, less than fifty feet away.
The hidden gang of invaders lunged at Stefan. They clawed, bit, and dragged him to the edge of our territory, pinning him down and causing him to howl in pain and agony.
When our father reached them, the group leader eyed him coldly as he bit down and ripped Stefan's head from his body, then ran away like cowards. Howling in heartbreak, our father collapsed, holding my brother as Christopher and Jonathan secured the border with the rest of the guards, who came at the sound of Stefan’s last howl.
We recently discovered why this happened during a summit meeting with some of the surrounding pack leaders. The Alpha of the Blood Stone Pack had decided to take over the nearby packs to make a super pack. The tragic day was when that pack decided to test our borders. Turns out we weren’t the only pack that had their border tested.
While the other packs had several injuries, Stefan had been the only casualty… so far.
This is why my life changed when I was thirteen.
My job now is to take over as Alpha of the Lunar Ridge Pack.
Alphas were trained at the first sign of their wolf. Typically, they meet their wolf around three to four years old but don't shift until about six, like other males who meet and shift closer together. They are expected to take over their pack at age 21; by then, we should have found our mate, our Luna, and are ready to share the responsibility with them. During training, the Alpha and Luna pick out their Beta and Gamma for their council and learn to work together.
This was different for me.
My father is now older than most reigning Alphas because Stefan would have taken over years ago. As soon as I found my mate when she turned 18 and, by the blessings of the Moon Goddess, had learned to shift, I would need to take over. Then, the six of us would have to jump in head first and learn as we go.
Unlike the Blood Stone Pack and a few other packs stuck in traditional ways, not everyone in our pack was a shifter. Some in our pack have been moonmatched to humans, and because of this interspecies relationship the Moon Goddess has created, not all of their offspring were pups.
It took some time, but we have figured out that males will meet their wolves and shift around the age of six, and females will meet their wolves and shift at 18 if either gender has a wolf to meet.
After connecting with their wolf, everyone starts training to make the shift smooth and painless.
It is also mandatory for all pack members, regardless of gender and with a wolf or not, to take an introductory warrior class so that no one is defenseless.
Meeting your wolf tends to scare most individuals.
Imagine a typical day, then the feeling like every movement you make is being watched by someone you cannot see. You can feel their presence, but the “meet” does not happen until they think you are ready to be with them. Sometimes, it's immediate; for others, it can take up to a month or more, and then afterward, you are never alone.
During basic training, you learn to keep control and not allow your wolf's instincts to take over.
Shifting—now that was a whole other experience. The males had to do it on their own; it was one of the few traditions that we followed. When they survived the fever and did their first shift without help, the Alpha and the rest of the pack would recognize this as their first showing of strength and potential.
The smoother and faster the change, the more likely you would be a warrior. If not, you were a healer. Males were only assigned a station at age sixteen once they were fully mature.
Females, however, rarely survived a shift alone.
This wasn’t because of the mindset that females are the weaker gender of a species. No, it was because females went through so many more changes at this time. Not only did they get their wolf, but they also went through another version of gaining their womanhood as wolves.
To help save the lives of the females in our pack, we always held a massive celebration for their coming of age. This increased the possibility of finding their moonmate. If they found their moonmate, he would help her through their first few shifts by removing some pain and lowering their fevers but using the new connection with their mate. Completing the mating bond happened at another time to not overwhelm the female.
If the female did not find their mate during the celebration, they had a choice. They could stay and try to survive the shift on their own, or they could leave the pack and travel to nearby packs in hopes of finding their mate before the fever sets in during the first full moon after their 18th birthday.
All females with wolves underwent advanced warrior training and learned to fight with their wolves to some extent. By the time their training was over, their wolf had reached full maturity. Then, they were assigned a station to serve the pack best.
Their stations were simple: warrior, healer, or omega.
An omega station was any job not classified in the other two stations, such as a baker or receptionist. It is only assignable to she-wolves that do not fit the other classifications or the human mates within the pack.
A healer station would be a position such as a nurse or a surgeon. A warrior station meant they would do patrols and act as the pack police.
Unlike other nearby traditional packs, we allow our females to become warriors as they make exceptional leaders and work well in stealth-required situations.
Being the younger son of an Alpha, I was more or less forgotten by everyone except my mother, Luna Ekaterina. Since I was five years younger than Stefan, I was too young to be his beta. Since Stefan was the oldest, I would never be the Alpha.
When my wolf first came to me, it was the night of my fourth birthday. His name is Borya. Since I was not essential to the pack because of Stefan, I was left to my own devices. I became best friends with my wolf and soon could easily switch between who was in charge of my physical body.
I was only five and a half when the fever hit, and it was time for my first shift.
My mother wanted to be there, but I wanted to do it alone like everyone else did it. I didn’t care that it was happening earlier than anyone else. It was excruciating but only lasted a few moments. When I explained it to my mother, she said it must have been because my wolf and I were so close already, and there wasn't much to shift between us.
She thought that during the shift, I was forced to only make a physical change, not a mental or emotional change, because of how close my wolf and I were.
My training always seemed to get in the way of my brother, but I did whatever I could to keep up and prove myself. It wasn't long before I could shift as quickly as the adult warriors, and I was the fastest wolf in the pack.
Still, I held no importance to the pack.
Shortly after, my father forbade me from training with the warriors because I was “too young” and it was not right for me to “show off.” Stefan was upset with me for being so in tune with my wolf and outshining him in training.
In hindsight, having me stop training was a waste of time.
After Stefan's death, the pack and my father looked to me to take over. I was a teenage boy with only two years of training as a warrior and zero years as an Alpha.
My father should have been able to step down as the Alpha when I was sixteen. However, according to pack law and, well, werewolf law, I could not even think about taking over until I found my moonmate when she turned eighteen.
So far, my father has had me attend every coming-of-age celebration since Stefan would have taken over. I was eighteen as of last week, though no one seemed to care except my mom and my only two friends.
Borya and I could feel our mate was near, but we had no clue who or where she was. I was hoping she would make herself known soon.
With triple training over the past five years, meeting a she-wolf was difficult.
Today, my father called me into his office at 7 a.m. because he had something important to tell me. As I stood in his office, I looked down below and saw a few students had started milling about, meaning school was back in session.
Finally, the time in my father's office wouldn't be so dull anymore.
I was early to the meeting and was watching the students below when my father, Beta Christopher, and Gamma Jonathan arrived. They were typically found together as they were the current pack counsel.
This time, however, they were also accompanied by Gamma Jonathan's son-in-law, Mitchell, and Aliaksandr. Mitchell had been coming around more often. This was due to his only daughter turning eighteen over the summer break and being moonmatched to Mitchell. Since the matching, the two had become close.
You could see the pride that Jonathan had for Mitchell.
I had gotten to know Mitchell over the summer after the moonmating, and we had become friends. I had decided that Mitchell, well Mitch, would become my Gamma. It was perfect that he was moonmatched to my father's Gamma's daughter, and he was right behind me in scoring strategy and strength in warrior training.
Aliaksandr, however, was one of the only werewolves who could enter and fill the room with power that could practically parallel my own. He is my age, but he met his wolf, Zakhar, when protecting his little sister when he was five. He and his sister were trying to hide from the Hunter, who had broken into their house and killed their human mother. Zakhar went berserk and forced the shift with Aliaksandr.
When the Hunter came to get his sister, Zakhar chased him out of the house and down the block. Afterward, his Alpha thought it best to separate his sister and him. It was well known that berserkers could become feral if they stayed around the one they were protecting when they went berserk. To avoid him becoming feral, my father allowed him to move into the packhouse and start training, which was shortly after I started my training the first time around.
When I started training the second time, he worked with me during our free time to help me catch up. He always pushed me to do my best. After we started training together again, it was easy to see Aliaksandr would be my Beta. Someone as strong as him could easily lead the pack while I traveled for pack business or take over in my stead should I become injured.
The three of us have a powerful connection that rivals the Lunar Ridge Pack's current counsel, which is fantastic. However, we are still teenagers, and we goof off and tease each other but train like there is no tomorrow. We are comfortable enough with each other not to use formalities. We each have nicknames that we use, but if anyone else does it, they are in trouble.
"Hello, Father,” I slightly bend at the waist, moving my hair off my neck and showing it to him. When my father nodded, I continued, “Beta Chris, Gamma Jon, and my counsel, anyone else joining us this morning?" I ask teasingly, looking past them.
"No, it's just us, Misha. We have something we want to talk to you about," my father replied. “Your training has gone smoothly. You have an aptitude for being an Alpha, which your mother saw from the beginning, and you have chosen wisely for your counsel."
I smiled at Aliaksandr and Mitch, "Thank you, Father. I am doing my best for the honor of our pack and my brother. I want them to feel protected and cared for by the Dushenkos as they have always been."
"We got this, Miky," chimed in my Beta with a broad smile while elbowing Mitch in the side and earning a glaring smirk from me. Aliaksandr is the only person alive who gets away with calling me Miky.
"There is more to being an Alpha than being a protector. You have to know your pack. Most of your training has been with the wolves in the era of your brother, Stefan. You have been pushed to be a replacement for Stefan, but you are not. You are your own Alpha, and you, blessed by the Moon Goddess, have found your counsel that is your age and yet still advanced enough to be in their positions.”
“However, you need to relate with the pack of your ages. You must in order to know how to protect, guide, and command them," my father paused, looking down at the students below and taking a deep breath. His eyes clouded over as he glanced at his counsel, to which they nodded. I knew they were mind-linking to each other.
I looked to Mitch and Aliaksandr for any hint.
Hey guys, what is going on? Is everything okay?
Yeah, Misha, just let Alpha Stanislav finish what he has to say. It will all make sense soon, so don't worry. We will be right there with you the whole way. Mitch told me with a severe and straight face.
What the heck was happening? Why are we all here? And now I am worrying since I was told not to.
"Son," my father called me out of my inner thoughts.
"Yes, Papa? What is happening? Is everything okay?"
"Starting today, you are a senior at Lunar Ridge High. Your classes start in ten minutes."
"What? Seriously? I am going to high school. What about my training? Why now?" I ask in rapid fire. My face contorted in confusion.
"Enough!" boomed my father’s Alpha voice.
"Yes, Alpha Stanislav,” I said, dropping to a knee, “It just comes as a surprise."
Gamma Jonathan sighed and stepped forward. "You see, Misha, you haven't had a chance to bond with the pack—at least not the pack at your age. Your training is done. You are the best warrior, healer, and student we have seen in a long time. You must find your mate, and you must know your pack."
"It's time, Misha. Aliaksandr or Mitchell will be in each of your classes. Mingle and get to know everyone. You have seen them," my father said as he turned to look at the students gathering below.
“Now it's time to join them. Make them proud, make me proud, and, most importantly, make Stefan proud."
((edited 9/14/24))
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