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Trina and I looked at each other overjoyed by the news.
“I understand! I am not looking for a mate right now. I just want to enjoy my freedom.” stated
Trina.
I love Trina. She is short, hot and sassy. She is a light–brown skinned sister with a wicked
sense of humor. Everyone thinks she is timid and shy, but she is far from that.
“Do you both have your wolves?” probed Alpha Zane.
“Yes, Alpha Zane! We both do!” acknowledged Trina.
“Trina, you are an Omega, right?” inquired Alpha Zane.
“Yes, Alpha Zane!” answered Trina.
There are a lot more Omegas in the world than Zetas. The werewolf community tends to
mistreat them. They are seen as weak and vulnerable creatures.
Some Alphas have been known to force them into servitude and breeding contracts. Breeding
contracts are illegal, but some still practice this behavior discreetly. Alphas are taught from
birth that Omegas and Zetas make the best breeders for strong pups.
“Nola! You are twenty years old, correct?” asked Alpha Zane, continuing his line of
questioning.
“Yes, Alpha Zane!” I replied, knowing he was getting the easy questions out of the way to lead to questions about Alpha Hudson.
“I want to be transparent, ladies! After you called, I checked the newly released juvenile rehab center’s website and found both of your names. Secondly, I looked up both of your charges. I wanted to see if the stories you gave me were indeed true.” announced Alpha Zane. Beta Hugh was observing us rather closely.
“We understand! Our stories are a little wild and crazy! Anyone would want to double–check to ensure we weren’t outright lying. We aren’t hurt! We would do the same in your place!” I
informed him.
He shook his head and smiled. Then he took a deep breath.
“Trina, you did receive two years in jail for stealing fifty dollars‘ worth of groceries. Your only living family member on record is a stepfather, Marlan Jackson, with an arrest record a mile
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long. Furthermore, it is my job to make sure you…. Ladies aren’t a danger to my pack. After
being in your presence for two minutes…. I don’t think you could hurt a fly, Trina.” declared Alpha Zane as Beta Hugh nodded in agreement.
“Thank you! Thank you for being honest with us!” said Trina.
“Nola, you were charged with assaulting your ex- mate, Alpha Hudson. You were sentenced to
five years. However, you only served four years due to good behavior. I must tell you…. He has
already sent out missing she–wolf notices! He sent them out to all the packs on the East
Coast. He is an i***t! So, I believe your side of the story! You will be safe here! I will, however,
need to see your wolves, ladies! What’s their names?” stated Alpha Zane.
“Topaz! I’m guessing, since the East Coast has a large number of African–American people,
even as wolves. He thinks I would go East to hide and blend in.” I replied.
“That’s pretty! That’s my guess, too!” he commented.
“Star!” replied Trina.
“That’s nice!” he stated.
“I want to make this abundantly clear right now. I have no intentions of ever reuniting with
him. I have never cared about being a stupid Luna. Being a Luna is not something I wanted for
myself. I just wanted to be a Gamma Warrior! I want to protect and serve my pack! I want to
have fun and make up for all the years I have lost! I hated being caged up! I will never allow anyone to imprison me again.” I declared to him.
“I understand perfectly! I was rejected, too! One day I might share my story with you. However,
now I have been blessed with my beautiful and sweet chosen mate Luna Bobby Christina and
my mini–me Santana. I am truly thankful everyday for that woman and our little family.” voiced
Alpha Zane as he nodded his head in understanding.
They walked all the way to the packhouse, it looked like a picturesque wooden ski lodge. The
kind you might see in a promotional brochure.“So this is the packhouse! We live a very modest
life out here and no one bothers us. We are 423 in total right now.”
“How many train, Alpha Zane?” I asked.
“Everyone in my pack is required to train. Sadly, to say I have very few real warriors. So if you are looking for a pack to protect you from your ex- mate…..this pack isn’t it!” declared Alpha
Zane.
“I just want a pack! I want a place to belong….a chance to rebuild my life on my terms. I can with your permission teach them to fight like me,” I responded.
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“Sounds good to me!” stated Alpha Zane with a reassuring smile. “Me,too!‘ voiced Beta Hugh.
“I will give it my best try, Alpha Zane!” I replied.
“Good, that is all I can ask!” declared Alpha Zane in a firm tone.
We walked into his office to find a gorgeous, redhead she–wolf sitting on the sofa. She
promptly stood up and said “Welcome! I’m Luna Bobby Christina and this is our nine year old son Santana!” Then she hugged both of us and their son waved at us inquisitively. the little boy really did look like a smaller version of his father.“Trina Marie Pierce and Nola Aisha Gaye,
I am so glad to have you here with us! We are very laid–back and informal around here!” she
announced.
We were initiated into THE SAFE HAVEN PACK. Then taken to our new home; it was a small
two–bedroom and two–bathroom cottage. The cottage housed two older she–wolves, Betty Mae
and Petra Rose. Petra Rose was Jamaican and from a pack in New York. Petra Rose was very
chatty and friendly. Betty Mae was extremely shy and bashful. Betty Mae was from a pack in North Carolina. However, she opened up the more she was in our presence. They were very welcoming to us. We had dinner with them.
“So is everyone cool around here?” asked Trina.
“Yes!” answered Petra Rose.
“Cool!” replied Trina.
“Betty Mae and I were both rejected. How about you, two?” asked Petra Rose.
“Just me! Trina is just here for moral support! She is my adopted sister!” I informed them.
“No! Also, because I’m an Omega! Most packs are not kind to us!” stated Trina.
“So, true!” replied Betty Mae. Petra Rose and Betty Mae were both omegas. They had experienced mistreatment in their old packs. They were both rejected by Alphas for being
weak. The ladies bonded by sharing their stories with each other. They became instant
friends.
“When does training happen in this pack?” I asked, wanting to change the subject. I have had enough of sharing my pain. I just don’t like talking about it in general.
“Every morning at the crack of damn dawn! Why?” Betty Mae giggled.
“I like to train! I am a good fighter. I know three different types of martial arts and the ways of wolfen fighting hand to hand, plus weapons. I’ll be teaching what I know.” I said proudly.
“Great! We could use all the help we can get! Cause honestly we suck!” confessed Petra Rose.
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Nola’s first few days in the pack were long and rewarding. Meeting their Head Warrior,
Benjamin was very interesting to say the least. He was a ex–rogue due to rejection. He had been rejected years ago. He was training everyone by himself. He was forty years old. He had
no kids. He scented strongly of Beta blood. Most importantly he was a man of very few words.
He assessed my ability to fight, thoroughly. He was impressed with my skill set in human and
in wolf form.
Quickly, I was set up to help him train the women and men in the pack. The majority of people
in the pack were either in their twenties or thirties. Everyone trained one hour each in three
groups of one hundred and forty. I felt strongly that was simply not adequate amount of time.
However, some appeared to be worn out by that one hour of training and others were not
overwhelmed at all. So I decided to have a meeting about the training regime with Alpha Zane
and Head Warrior Benjamin.
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