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Chapter 3

The group of young men fixed their stares on Isabella, their silence stretching until Sam spoke again. "You were the voice I heard," he stated, eyeing Isabella with a mix of curiosity and intrigue. "You're not the first I've spoken to; the forest houses many children, but I only converse with those whose pain lingers in the air," she said, her words heavy with hurt and anger.

"I guide lost souls back to the right path; your wolf was young, yet to experience its first true merge," she revealed, inciting a flurry of questions from the others. "What do you mean by the first true merge?" "What kind of guardian are you?" "Can you guide us?" An array of inquiries echoed.

"I will answer all questions if reciprocated. I'll speak only to the Alpha whose vows are bound to me," Isabella replied calmly.

Stepping forward, Sam announced, "I am the Alpha." Isabella tilted her head, moving closer to him, and sniffed. Sam remained motionless, puzzled by her actions. "Do you understand what it means to be Alpha, Samuel Uley?" All eyes fixated on the unfolding scene, awaiting the next move. Sam took a breath. "I'm the strongest of my pack, the first to phase. I lead and protect this tribe," he asserted confidently.

Isabella looked upon him with a mixture of confusion and pity. "Unfortunately, young one, that's not entirely true. To be the rightful Alpha, there are criteria. Ephraim swore his allegiance to me, and as Alpha, his wolf, as ancient as the forest, chooses the pack's leader. He's the russet red wolf spirit, who has blessed Ephraim's bloodline. That's who I need to address—the true Alpha," Isabella explained, stunning the council, save for one smirking individual.

"Billy Black, the wolf spirit doesn't dwell in you, but I sense its presence," Isabella remarked. Billy nodded, affirming, "The russet red wolf you speak of resides in my son, Jacob Black." Isabella followed Billy's gaze, landing on a young man standing beside Sam. "Come closer, Jacob," she beckoned. As Jacob neared, she reached out and touched his temple with her index finger, closing her eyes.

A soft blue glow appeared, puzzling the onlookers. "What's she doing?" a whispered voice wondered, unknown to Isabella, who persisted in her action. The faint glow intensified as she delved into Jacob's essence.

"Where are you, sapientissimus? I need to speak to you," Isabella spoke within Jacob's mind, a flurry of lights and images flashing before him, his consciousness lost in a haze. "ENOUGH!" Jacob's sudden shout jolted Isabella out of his mind, several steps backward. The others were bewildered by Jacob's action, their curiosity demanding answers.

"If you're here to harm my son, leave," an adamant voice asserted. Isabella, amidst her contemplation, felt rage pulsating within her. "You, a council, have the audacity to demand my departure? The wolf within him suffers; his merge is incomplete, his mind divided. YOU DARE TO CALL YOURSELVES LEADERS AND COUNCILMEN!" Her fury stirred the winds, tossing her hair wildly in the air. "When you change, not only do you become a wolf, but your spirit melds with the land. No boundaries exist after a complete merge," she proclaimed, leaving the young wolves bewildered and the council members in shame. "Did you not commune with the spirits before your change?" Their confusion mirrored their ignorance. "What do you mean? When angered, we change, or we can force the change," they explained.

Isabella's POV:

How could they lack such knowledge? Ephraim would never condone such disrespect. As my anger subsided, I realized there was much they were unaware of. "Seems there's much we all need to comprehend, especially after your earlier outburst," Quil remarked. "Your arrogance and pride differ from your forefathers'," I countered with a calm demeanor. "Please, help us understand," a soft voice belonging to the youngest in the pack spoke up. "What's your name, young one?" I inquired. "I am Seth Clearwater," he replied. His kindness and empathy, traits of the Clearwater lineage, endeared him to me. Such qualities would be crucial in facing the impending threat.

Notes:

Sapientissimus- Wise one (Latin)

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