"Theia. Where are your manners?" The low deep reprimanding voice of my father slowly creeps its way into my ears.
My head tucked within his neck hands bound around his flesh I remain still as a stubborn mule, uncomfortable with all the mingled scents of the wolves present that I cannot recognize. It is my first ti travelling away from my pack and their presence scares a little.
"Face our hosts." He raises his voice a little and I flinch knowing if I do not adhere to his words I will regret it. I have no fear towards my father for he is always gentle and kind with yet I respect him for the Alpha he is. He will not allow disobedience in front of others, this I know.
My cheeks burn with my shyness as I slowly turn my body to the side as a sign of my obedience. My father bends down releasing , my feet landing upon the marble floor. I feel eyes on and I swiftly try to run and hide behind my mother's skirt but she will have no part in it pushing gently with her palm forcing to et our hosts.
"Hello, Theia." The gentle voice of a female wolf has perking up to see her. A soft smile on her face eyes shining like the glitters I use in my crafts. Long black hair that flows down like silk, she is beautiful. She looks very different from our females. More poised as she greeted us.
"Hello. T-Thank you for inviting us." I whisper with a small bow my hands clutched in front of . I speak the words my mother taught growing up. The energy within the room is not at ease, it is hot as if on fire. I know these wolves are of higher authority for their aura is blazing.
"How old are you, Theia?" Another voice. Not one of a female but a male. Quite different than my father's. It is deeper and stronger. A voice if raised could bring one to the knees. I peek up at my father and he gives a nod with a smile encouraging to go ahead.
"F-Five sumrs, Alpha," I reply unable to et his eyes keeping my head low. I know he runs this pack and it puts more stress on to beware of my words and actions.
"I apologize, Alpha Ares, she is very shy." My father chuckles as Alpha Ares lets out a hearty laugh his right palm slapping my father's back as a friend would. Are they close? If so how close? Father never ntioned them being friends only that Alpha Ares was the King, Alpha of Alpha's and I must be on my best behaviour.
"She is just like you when we first t. Timid and shy." Alpha Ares utters peering down to look at . His eyes frighten and I quickly take a step back my feet stumbling and quickly falling my flesh eting that of my brother. He stops my fall holding up with a gentle smile on his lips as he gazes down at .
"It is okay, Theia. Do not be in fear for you are safe, just be yourself." His kind words provide with the strength I need. My biggest supporter and protector. He always has my back.
"This is my son, Cronus." My father introduces my brother to the two wolves present. Spine straight, head held high chest puffed. My father's pride. The future of our pack. The one who would bring growth and prosperity as my father says.
Alpha Ares looks down to greet my brother. A fiery glance intimidation he gives him yet my brother remains calm. He stretches his hand forward which my brother quickly clasps without hesitation eting the Alpha's eyes head-on. My brother is of the sa age as yet he is highly mature. My father trained him since he was born for he is the next heir.
"It is great to finally et you." Alpha Ares says giving my brother a curt nod of acknowledgent. Perhaps he had tested my brother in undiscoverable ways as all Alpha's do and my brother might have succeeded looking at the acceptance in Alpha Ares's eyes.
"Likewise, Alpha Ares." My brother replies giving a short bow. His hands et behind his back head bent as he shows his respect.
"Deimos!" Alpha Ares's sudden loud voice booms across the walls and I shudder flinching, pulling down the hem of my father's shirt begging him to carry . This wolf is so fearful. "Stop hiding behind the curtain and co introduce yourself." He commands voice loud, tone dominant.
The curtain is pulled back slowly by tiny hands like mine to reveal a young male who then strides forward with confidence. Black polished shoes tap upon the tiles the sound striking through the silence. He walks until he stands right in front of my brother and .
"My na is Deimos. I am your age as well." He says making eye contact with us. His first greeting not for my parents but for us. His eyes remind of the trees in our pack, such a glorious green. He might be a bad wolf to play with, my brother takes his stance behind showing he thinks the sa thing.
Deimos thrusts his hand into his right pocket rummaging through it and my heart pounds. Is he going to throw a spider upon ? Or perhaps wet sand? The young males in my pack do it often with . Cronus always fought them in revenge. Tumbling on the floor fists punching, he would take them on no matter how many were against him. No one touches his sister he says.
Before a scream of terror could surge through my throat he opens his palm for to see. "I heard you like candy so I stole so for you from the kitchen." He says waiting for to take it. I look back and forth from the candy to his eyes to see his truth.
My brother calms behind the pace of his heartbeat sinking back to normal. He sees no threat. With trembling fingers, I pluck it from his grasp taking it from him. Deimos takes another candy from his left pocket and hands it to my brother who takes it without hesitation and offers a smile of acknowledgent in return.
A sign of a budding friendship. Our parents look down at us with pride whilst Alpha Ares ruffles Deimos's hair with a softness in his eyes. He appreciates his act of friendship despite the candy being stolen.
"Our oldest is out, he will be here soon. We had inford him earlier of your arrival but he had to finish his training first." The female wolf speaks eyes eting those of my parents whilst coming back down to peer at showing she has taken an interest in .
"It's quite all right. We are humbled to be in your presence." Father whispers with a small curt bow followed by mother.
"Do not be so formal with us. We have known you both since birth, have we not?" Alpha Ares offers a gentle smile to my parents who nod in acknowledgent of his words.
As they lead us towards the living room my astonished eyes take in the beauty of the high ceilings in the castle they reside in. Chandeliers, marble floors, sculptures, and servants with golden platters. The luxury they live in is shown without shyness and it surprises when compared to my abode.
"Theia," Deimos speaks creeping up behind . I turn around swiftly my dress swirling to the sudden movent. His hands are held behind his back as he regards .
"Y-Yes?" I ask.
"Would you like to play out in the garden?" He questions with a tilt of his head. A sign of patience to my answer showing he wouldn't force if I apposed.
I look towards my parents who give a look of affirmation. They like him for they wouldn't have let play if they hadn't approved of his character. Well, he is more behaved and well kept compared to the other males I know. He is very similar to my brother, Cronus.
"Only if my brother can join us." I have begun a small negotiation my head tilted upward watching his reaction waiting for his answer.
His eyes widen in surprise at my counterattack yet a gentle smile graces his lips after. He seems to be amused by my demand. A demand for his friendly offer.
"Of course. He was invited before you." He whispers with a hint of a tease playing with his words.
He guides my brother and towards the open garden. There is a reason I agreed to play with him for I love gardens rely because they possess sothing I grew up with. Flowers.
"What gas do you both like to play?" Deimos questions. Servants bow to him with respect along the way to which he doesn't reply. So smile at and I look away my cheeks burning. I do not like much attention for severe shyness is sothing I cannot cut my ties with.
"Tag." My brother is quick to reply.
"Tag?" Deimos asks frowning opening the doors to the garden. My heart beats with the excitent of the view that lays waiting for to perhaps praise and fall in love with.
"Yes, tag. Have you never played it before?" My brother asks.
"Not quite. The only ga I play is chess." Deimos utters under his breath and gazes at us as if we were from another planet.
"Chess? Are you not too young to play chess?" I ask surprised. Father always played it with mother the bounds of his candlelit office room, it seed sothing very sophisticated even when played by adults.
"Rather quite old. I am still learning to play it. My brother learned to master it when he was our age." Deimos sighs as if he was disappointed in himself.
His brother? Why haven't I seen him yet? Well, he must be quite smart to master that ga at such a young age. I cannot even play tag well for my feet are too small to run with the males. This ignites a curiosity within to et his brother.
"Would you like to teach you? It is quite fun." Cronus asks whilst I prance around looking at the variety of flowers present, kneeling upon the grass floor to inspect the colors and touch the petals. Deimos is quite lucky for he gets to play in such vast scented lands.
As Cronus teaches Deimos the ga of tag I begin to explore the garden hopping about hoping to find hidden treats that might be a discovery for . Perhaps this is very ill-mannered of to do so but it doesn't matter. I can be very convincing when I need to be.
Looking back at the two males they are pretty far from where I stand, seated upon the grass indulged in a deep conversation the topic of gas long forgotten. Well, I expected this for they have similar interests and are alike in manners.
Continuing on the stone path I spot a tal cage painted in crystal white from the rods to the soles of its feet. Wishing to see the life held caged within I take slow steps towards the calmness that beckons .
Squinting my eyes trying to see what resides in there, I squeal when I find white doves within the barrier. They don't chirp or rattle the cage when I approach rather stay as they are and stare at with their black jewels.
Birds are quite timid creatures like I have never seen such that are calm as if they have no care in the world. But should birds be kept in cages? Should they not be free to roam the skies as they were born to?
My thoughts are broken apart by the sound of fresh water flowing which makes perk up amazed. Another place for to explore! This place is magical. Bidding farewell to the birds I follow the sa path to find the source. I keep walking deeper and deeper into the maze-like garden.
It pulls to find the hidden jewel that awaits for to discover it. The sound of the water seems closer to and I know I have reached my destination. A small pond with a waterfall that gushes down streams of water with heavy force.
The pond swallows it whole and calms the anger of the waterfall with peace. I should bring Cronus here, he would love this place. We always discussed visiting a foreign land that held varieties of waterfalls one day but this is quite beautiful as well. It is dazzling and glitters as the waves et the sun's rays.
With a wide smile and an excited chuckle, I turn swiftly to run back to him. But my smile drops abruptly when I see what lays in front of . Two paths. Two different stone paths. This felt like the quizzes I took at him. Which one did I co from? The first? I turn to look towards the second path. Was it the second? They both looked unbelievably the sa. It takes a few seconds to register within my mind that I was utterly los-
"Lost." A voice strikes from within the shadows. I turn swiftly my heart-pounding eyes widening searching, scanning the area to find the source. "You are lost." The male speaks again. The only muddle is that I cannot see him.
"S-Show yourself!" I whisper ekly. Mother warned not to run off on my own but I always do it and face consequences. My curiosity never seems to be at ease.
"I am not hiding. I am in plain sight. Perhaps you are blind?" He questions. Such a fullness it possesses but without the rocky edges pure smoothness as silk when he speaks. His tone is playful as if he found this situation quite funny.
"I am not. I can see you." I speak a discernable lie whilst I stomp my foot on the ground a small annoyed pout on my lips. He angers for he plays as if I were a toy. A female is not a toy! My eyes do not stop searching for this hidden male who thinks teasing is fun scouring every nook and corner.
"Is that so? Then answer this. What colour do my eyes hold?" Another question but asked from a different direction. I turn again to where his voice cos from. How is he moving like that? I neither saw nor felt a change of atmosphere. I didn't hear anything either.
I take quick steps backwards my heart thundering with fear. Perhaps I am not dealing with a wolf, perhaps I am in imnse danger. I... I am scared. I stumble keeping my eyes to the front sweeping the area in case this creature plans to pounce upon . My ears try to catch any signs of movent as my father taught yet I fail for the waterfall takes over my senses.
Without a sense of direction, I move hastily only to lose my balance, hands flailing trying to get hold of sothing I fall with no rescue. If my brother were here he would have caught .
The ground breaks my fall my bum landing with a thud on the harsh stony ground whilst my knee bleeds flesh split on the sharp rocks. I regard the fresh wound and the sight upsets . Lips wobbling the wall breaks open as tears stream down my cheeks and I begin to sob.
Clutching my knee to my chest the dress my mother bought is completely filthy with wet muddy dirt. Knowing that I will be taught a lesson for this I sob harder the creature hiding forgotten. Loud whimpers and whines leave my lips. A few minutes pass and I do not halt my wails for it worsens with ti. The pain of my wound signifying blood not stopping.
A soft crunch plunges through my sobs and I peer up towards the source. Hands move the tree branches to give way to light and a male walks forward with confidence. My blurry eyes regard him, snot running down my nose.
He is not of my age he is a juvenile male who walks forward. Hair the colour of the sand upon the seashore and eyes like the vast...oceans. I had blue eyes yet his was different more electric, for it had the power to trap you.
He cos towards as I crawl a few steps back afraid of this unknown male. He kneels at my feet and scans my features. His eyes drop to my knee and with no warning, his right hand shoots out to clutch my ankle and drag my body to him.
I scream as my body slides forward swiftly and I am in close contact with him. His eyes look up at again and I push my head back uncomfortable with the unforeseen closeness. I have never been this close with any male but my brother.
The colour of his eyes change quickly from an electric blue to obsidian and I shriek again alard by this instant change. His eyes a midnight black, brother told this occurs when in the presence of a beast. I struggle to free myself from his grasp yet his hold on rely tightens. He yanks my ankle again so that my knee is close to his face.
Bending down he opens his mouth, tongue peeking out to lick my wound. The more he licks the stinging sensations die and he frees of my pain. My struggling stops, my cries turning into soft hiccups and I lay still waiting for him to finish. He licks until the blood dries and the wound closes.
My eyes widen as I look at the wound for mother told bandages healed the wounds but I never knew there were other ways. Did wolves have the ability to do this? I peer back at him as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand removing the traces of my blood.
"Does it still hurt?" He asks however this ti his voice hold a softness to it.
"N-No," I whisper shaking my head. With a soft sigh, his fingers clamp around my hips and he lifts with ease so I can stand on my two feet. He waits patiently till I regain my balance.
"Did I scare you?" He asks again and I ekly nod my head. "I apologize for that." He expresses regret.
"Thank you," I whisper looking at my feet.
"For what?" He queries whilst patting down his jeans dusting off the dirt that clung to them.
"For healing my wound," I reply peering up to look at him. Noticing that his eyes are on I look away quickly only to receive a playful scoff from him.
"What is your na?" He questions whilst his fingers scour the flesh of his hands cleaning it off the mud.
"Theia," I reply. When I am t by nothing but silence I gain my courage to ask him his. "W-What is yours?" My voice quivers and I stutter. My hands eting in front of my stomach I show him my manners.
"Phobos." He replies.
I finally muster the courage to et his eyes and when I do his eyes light up as the stars do at night. His cheeks pull in and he offers a wide smile with teeth. "Finally you looked at . I was waiting you know?" He questions followed by a chuckle.
Seeing him smile as if he had no care in this world and that he ant no harm I smile with him showing him my teeth that are still in the process of growth.
The soft wind blows through the garden the cherry blossom petals raining down on us whilst the leaves dance to the music of the breeze. We gaze at each other with our big smiles and dirty clothes.
As our smiles turned into chuckles and finally into laughter the moon who hid that day clapped her hands for the two mates who were unaware that this was their very first eting.
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A/N:
Here are so sothings you need to know:
1. From this chappy onwards you will be able to understand the childhood connection of the main leads, you shall be able to see their bond flourish. These chappies are crucial to truly feel their connection when they turn to adults and et as true mates. Please do not confuse Phobos's adoration in the upcoming chappies for Theia as romantic feelings, follow and analyse their conversations thoroughly and you will see he adores her as one would adore a child.
2. Juveniles go through a physical and emotional process of transforming into wolves at the age of 16-18. But Phobos is not a regular male, he is very special for his wolf ca alive within him very earlier on.
3. He doesn't recognize Theia as his mate yet because he has his wolf only emotionally and it is still growing with him. Only when he goes through the physical transformation he will recognize Theia as his mate.
4. Phobos is very different from normal werewolves as he and his wolf will grow to be equal whilst he grows. What this ans is that usually the human part of werewolves tend to have more control over their beasts and can bring them to the surface or push them back easily. However, Phobos and his wolf will have equal power which ans they both will not have control over the other. And for this reason, he will be feared.
5. Phobos his current age is 14 and there is a 9-year age gap between him and Theia.
**CAUTION: ** This book will be an emotional rollercoaster but it will grow to beco an addiction you cannot relieve yourself of 🙂
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