Chapter 4
Princess's P.O.V.
Winston turns his back to the edge of the cliff.
"We must ready our alphas." he said to Tony. "If at all we recieve attacks, we should be ready."
"Understood." said Tony and walked up to Logan and I. "How fast can you form and prepare your pack?"
"The formation of a pack can never be timed." I said.
"So there's a possibility your pack may not be formed in time for defense?" asked Tony.
"If the time is now, no." I said.
Tony sighs.
"Do your best to gather up wolves as soon as possible." he said. "You and Mr. North stand watch with us until midnight. If there are no attacks, get rest. After the rest, look for rebellious wolves before the lights of dawn. Be careful."
"I'll do my best, my master." I said.
After midnight.
Logan and I were walking back to the den from across the valley.
"Princess, I do wanna thank you for coming to take me away from Rex." said Logan.
"Think nothing of it." I said. "My family's been through the upcoming type of crisis twice." tears run down my cheeks as we continue walking.
"Princess?" asked Logan. "Do you mind telling me?"
"The first time, I was just a newborn." I said. "My mother was trampled to death by a caribou. But the second time... I was a child... I could remember as if it just happened..."
Princess's P.O.V.
My father let my mother's death run his life. It filled him full of grief and anger. He kept finding ways to take it out on other people. Because the way I was back then, I remember my dad as a good person...
My dad walked into the den with a few pieces of meat and lie it down next to me as a young pup.
"You're looking more and more like your mother every day." he said with a smile.
"I miss mommy." I said as I ate. "I don't think I've seen her before."
"You will, Princess." father said. "But during this current time, you need to learn to hunt. You're getting too old for me to keep bringing you food."
"Will I even be able to hunt safely?" I asked.
"I'll be by your side the whole time." father said.
"Okay." I said. And so, it was that we went outside our den to hunt.
