The Mallapers Are Rising: A Rejected Werewolf Story

Chapter Fifty

Leyla's Point Of View

The sun was setting in the sky. The late afternoon was filled with a warm ambiance that contrasted against the eeriness of the empty pack grounds. There was no quiet murmurs that lingered in the background, the only thing that could be heard for miles was the whistling of the wind. The game of waiting had began yesterday and although we were anticipating an attack, there was no a single sighting of the enemy in sight. 

My mother had the warriors prepare the grounds for a attack. Explosives were set up throughout the pack. Each hut that was brimming with life was now prepared for an attack with gun power that would anticipate the enemy. Warriors were waiting in their stations, everything was heightened. Our awareness, our weariness, the anticipation was high. 

I was sat with my mother on the roof of the main pack house, both us stared out into the horizon. We had cut down a small path of pine tree's that would have blocked our view. The height of the pack house allowed us to scout the area. Although it looked like we were in a field, the tree's that surrounded us gave an advantage of being hidden, especially when my mother would lift the barrier. 

During this time, small talk was passed between me and mother. She wanted to know everything about me. What my favourite was, what was my life in the Royal Pack like, what were my hobbies and dislikes. I couldn't help but have the same curiosity about my mother. I wanted to know more about my mother and as time passed I couldn't help but notice our similarities in personalities and in taste. A lot of my answers were the same as hers. 

Growing up, Nona gave me no reason to question who my parents were, she never made me feel that I lacked in anything. She gave me love, she gave me a home and even though my parents missed out on my childhood. I couldn't help but hold no regrets for the life I have lived. If I had my parents, I wouldn't have had the relationship with Nona that I did. That was something that I could not regret, she was a wonderful woman who needed me as much as I needed her. 

As the second day of waiting began, my conversations with my mother started to hold some depth. She discussed her relationship with my father, I could tell that she was conflicted. A part of her blamed him heavily for what had happened to her, what she lost. However, as our conversation would develop, I could see that she understood that there was a bigger player involved and they had inadvertently impacted her bond with my father. 

The more she spoke about it, the more I could empathise with her. My father was doing whatever he could to rectify his mistakes, the same as Ryan. I couldn't help but see how we were cut from the same cloth. Amira had always stated that something was affecting our bond with Ryan, she was adamant that it wasn't his fault. After seeing Drew's experiment I couldn't help suspect that was what had affected our mate bond. The only question that lingered in my mind was how did he break free?

The Ryan I had seen since his arrival at the pack was a completely different person to the one I got to know in the Royal Pack. I saw Ryan help the elderly that lived on the Mallapers territory, I had seen him carry children to worried parents. The way he was willing to go against his mother showed me that their was still hope. Even though it was still small, the spark was there. I didn't know what had changed between him and his mother but those would be questions that needed answering once we had dealt with the attack from the Royal Army. 

The sun was turning from a vibrant orange to a soft pink and on the horizon, you could see the dark blue sky start to spread. The night was coming, the night was falling. The sky was clear, not a cloud was in sight. I could see my mother communicate with her warriors through mind link. She was constantly speaking, repeating the plan, hoping that no surprises came our way. My mother was a strategical woman and it seemed that she had this plan in place for years.