2 Serenity: Chosen to Mother Nature (Chapter One)

Serenity (5 years later)

I watched with cautious eyes as my prey was just a few miles away from me. My body was covered in mud hiding my scent from not only werewolves but from other creatures as well. The moonlight shined from above me, letting me calculate the distance of how far my target was.

Raising my bow and arrow, aiming at my target, I accurately shot it. The arrow was just where I wanted it to be, between the neck and shoulder, it was usually a weakness for all animals. The poor creature, landed on the ground, twitching. It's dark eyes were wide with panic, so I knelt slowly to the deer saying a prayer with closed eyes, grabbing my dagger and pierced it through its neck, stopping the painful cries.

That was how I was raised. I was raised to learn to love the forest, the creatures and the peacefulness that was filled in it every single time. Every time I kill a creature for my own survival, I pray, thanking it with respect. It might be weird but that was one of the things that make me who I am. I learned to be more appreciative about my surroundings.

My whole entire life was surrounded by a forest, I knew where most wolf pack territories were and where rogue packs were located as if it were the back of my hand. I was a walking GPS, and my father loved that about me.

I was in the Shadow Moon Pack Territory. Everyday and every night, I traveled for nine years and have experienced a lot during those years. I slept in trees being covered in mud, covering up the tracks of my footsteps, animal blood from my hunt and ashes. It has almost been a few weeks when I came to this territory and within the next days, I will be in my godfather's territory.

I got back to the place I usually set up a fireplace and started to skin the deer. It was like my everyday thing to wake up, find breakfast, and travel on foot. Basically, I scout the perimeter first, then go on the hunt. For breakfast and lunch, I would mainly eat many herbs, berries and wild onions, just so that I could get my energy going. As for dinner, I eat either a rabbit or deer, and save the rest for the next day.

I remembered the first time I was out hunting with my father, my godfather – his best friend, and his sons that were twins, Lucian and Luther who were the same age as me, five years old, at the time. I had found a huge white mountain lion that stared intensely at me as if it were gonna attack me, so I was quick to out run it. It had cornered me, leaving me no chance but to close my eyes waiting for me to end, though nothing happened.

As I opened my eyes, it had become closer than usual and sniffed my hair. Its head was bent down as if it were giving me permission to pet it. I ran my hands through its fur, as it was purring in approval. My father and everyone that we came with, found me not until the mountain lion growled and stood in front of me, protectively. I then petted it telling it they were family.

From that day on, I have never seen that mountain lion again, although my father told me of a legend of Mother Nature, telling me that I was chosen to become Mother Nature... I was bound to fall in love with the wilderness and the creatures no matter how wild they could be.

Distant voices were heard that brought me out of my thoughts, as a hunter, you must have a good sense of hearing and sight in order to get your prey. Quickly but quietly, I managed to put out my fire and climb the tree as I ate my roasted meat. I finished it before the voices were closer, listening to the conversation,

"Daddy, do you really believe in that story that Nana had told us?" A soft, gentle voice asked. It was clear that it was a little girl.

"You mean the story about a girl chosen to be Mother Nature?" A male voice asked and the little girl nodded.

"Well, Nana says a lot of things most of them being legends and myths, sweetheart. Why do you ask?"

"Because I have a feeling that she is real, Daddy... Nana says that this girl may look like an ordinary person but she is Mother Nature..." The little girl replied.

Wow, it was really impressive hearing that from a five year old. I could tell that she is going to be a clever girl one day.

"Hmmm, you're right... Let's get going, before your mom scolds the both of us," he suggested, tickling her sides, making her giggle.

My thoughts came back to me drifting me to sleep, seeing the face of my loving parents.

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The sounds of birds chirping had me getting up from my sleep. It was dawn, a sign for me to move out. I got out of the Shadow Moon Pack and into the city, I was safe. Hurriedly, I went to my safe haven... My underground home.

It wasn't too far from the city, and it wasn't close to any pack territory. This was where I usually came to whenever I came to the city. It wasn't like any house or apartment, it was just a hole in the ground that held most of my clothing's and huge amount of money and stored most meat that I hunted. I got out a duffle bag and a backpack as I began to put my laptop, clothing and money inside of it.

Several hours later, I walked out of my safe haven as I had already taken a long shower, leaving for the city. The city was packed of people and others, werewolves. Werewolves stood out differently from humans. They were tall, muscular and had some sort of pack tattoo, tying themselves to their packs. I'm surprised that the humans were so naive of not knowing that. Werewolves, were a secret to society. For a human and a werewolf to become a mate was common but at the same time, the human mates were to swear that they will never reveal any of their secrecy.

My godfather's pack, the Blood Moon Pack was only a few miles away on foot, but maybe a mile while on car. His pack was the most highest in the nation.

My father was not of wolf blood nor was my mother. They were both humans, well, my father was raised to become a hunter. At the age of ten, he was an only child who would hunt food for his mother who was ill. When he was in the forest, he was accompanied by wolves, rogues to be exact. My father had been saved by another wolf, who was wounded badly after his fight. From then, he saw the wolf transform into a human, though with his body injured, he almost lost his life.

My father took him to his home, treating his wounds, bathed and clothed by him as he did for his mother. Until the young wolf was healed he had been very fond of my father and my grandmother. Days later, my grandmother had left my father's life, letting a new person come into his life. My father's best friend, who is now my godfather, wanted to take him to his pack and keep him safe for he was also an only child as well.

They were closer than best friends, they were brothers. Ages later, they had yet to find the ones that can keep 'their asses in line', as my father liked to call it.

I was born in a pack, as a human, but everyone in the pack respected that, because they knew that my parents were very honorable people...except my godfather's eldest son, Lucas, who was older than me by two years, hated me. As my godfather's firstborn, he was to be the next Alpha in line. He and his cronies would always try their best to make me cry with a tug of my hair, a shove, a fist or a kick, or with words.

Nine years ago

"Lucas, take Serenity and the others with you! We are being attacked!" Lucy, my godmother shouted as she shoved my friends, Amber and Justin with the twins to Lucas.

Lucas never hesitated to do as his mother said, when she ran to the battlefield. He grabbed my hand as I held Justin's in my other hand. I tried to pull away from Lucas's hold, but he clutched onto my hand for dear life.

He led us into the safe house, running into a rouge that smirked sickly at us,

"Oooh, a human? Now this is interesting..." He eyed me with an emotion that made me tremble in fear.

We backed away, Lucas still never let go of my hand but stood protectively as he was the eldest. He tackled down the rogue with his friends with Justin, throwing punches at the rogue. The rogue groaned in pain and just when we were gonna go, the rogue was gonna attack Lucas. Luckily there was a butcher knife that was lying on the ground. I ran before Lucas tried to catch me, and stabbed the rogue in the stomach.

Blood spilled from the wound, as well as from his mouth. My eyes widened with panic and fear... I killed someone.

"Come on," Lucas whispered close to my ear, making me gain his attention. His eyes held what seemed, adoration, respect and worry. At least that's what I thought, but I clearly didn't know. He pulled me by my hand, making me face away from what I had feared.

Justin came forward to push away Lucas away, and held me in his arms comforting me along with Amber. I held Justin, catching Lucas's eyes but he looked away slightly angry at something.

"Are you guys done? We have to go before other rogues come because of her," he snapped. Now there's the Lucas I know. Guilt was starting to fill me as I knew that he was right. My friends were almost hurt because of me.

Right when we were closer to the safehouse, I pulled out my hand that Justin held.

"Come on, Serenity!" Amber shouted. But I shook my head, "I have to go help them and the others..."

Lucas tried to grab me by the arm, but I ran away, "Serenity!" He and the others called out.

Their voices became distant as I ran back to the weaponry shack that held a ton of weapons, but me being me, I took my own bow and arrow and a silver dagger that was gifted to me by my father when I was eight.

Clutching my bow, I took out an arrow and positioned myself on top of the roof of the packhouse. Shooting rogues and every time I shot, I would hit it immediately in the forehead. Then I saw a baby crying from the ground, it was Caleb. I jumped to the balcony of my godfather's room and jumped to the ground to pick Caleb up safely in my arms. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins not even worrying about what had happened six minutes ago. I just felt the need to protect this baby.

I ran back to the safehouse, finding other two kids who looked about two years old and told them to run ahead while I held the baby protectively. A rouge jumped out from a bush and I threw a dagger to the forehead making him fall to the ground instantly.

Lucas's friends were standing at the door waving for us to hurry up, while Justin and Amber were this close to coming out. I looked behind me to find Lucas running to where we were with a bow and arrow on his back.

"Get inside, Serenity!" He ordered, angrily.

"No! I have to help them!" I shouted back at him.

"No, you're not! Now get back inside!"

"You're not the boss of me!" I argued, "Now get out of my way!"

He stood in front of me, blocking my way out, "No–"

Right when he said that, I saw my dad fall to the ground, hurt, "Dad!" I yelled, while taking off around Lucas and shot the rogue in the chest.

My godmother looked to the direction of my voice only to find me holding my father to my chest, "M-My L-Little Girl... I-I l-love you, so much–"

"Alexander! Alexander!" She yelled out to her mate, my godfather while holding me to her side.

"Please, daddy... Please don't leave me! I promise to not make you worried anymore, nor will I become the Master of Arms..." I begged, tears falling down my cheeks.

The Alpha came running towards our direction and when he saw that his best friend, his brother was on the ground, he froze. He froze as if he couldn't believe it.

"Lucas, take Serenity home..." He said quietly. I was shocked to see Lucas watching what happened all this time. Justin and Amber were already held back from the other warriors. They were crying altogether, hurting as much as I was since my father was a parent to the both of them.

"My mom," I whispered, looking up to Oliver, who I called uncle ever since I was born. He was my godfather's Master of Arms, who trained me together with all the others. His mouth gaped open, not even knowing what to say– of what lie to tell a kid. Grownups were always like that, they think that just because we are young that we don't understand. Well maybe other kids they could fool but not me...

"My mother, where is she?!" I yelled, breathing heavily.

Lucas tried to take me away though I fought back and it was no use.

"No, I need to be with my parents! I need to be with them!–"

"Haven't you already done enough, today?! You were the cause of what happened! The rogues they wanted you! And they killed your parents and almost destroyed my pack! So why don't you just do everyone a favor and go to your room?!" He yelled, his eyes were turning yellow and I immediately knew it was his wolf.

I stepped back, cautiously only for him to step forward. My back suddenly hit the wall, and he cornered me from there.

His jaw, held fangs and his hands became claws. I gasped in horror, fearing that he would do something to hurt me. He was only eleven years old, most wolves shift at thirteen years old. That made me feel terrible for even making him mad at me.

As he came closer, I closed my eyes feeling the heat of his breath on my cheek. I then heard a growl and I suddenly opened my eyes to see that Lucas's back was to me, blocking me from the rogue.

The gray dirty wolf stood on the balcony, charging towards us. Lucas growled and took my hand, piercing the skin on my palm with his long claws. We ran to the west wing of the packhouse and into the kitchen. He placed me into a cabinet that I managed to fit in and locked it from the outside, without saying anything. I screamed, hitting the cabinet door not knowing what the hell happened. There were many growls and snarls, the sounds of slicing and groaning.

I kept pushing the door, and I successfully got it opened. What caught my view was Lucas screaming in anger, "You're not taking her away from me!" With every slice with his claws.

The rogue looked completely dead, but Lucas kept on hitting him.

"L-Lucas?" I say in a soft voice not knowing what to do or how to male him control his wolf.

He stopped, abruptly when he heard my voice and dropped his hands on the ground he sat on.

I neared towards him, hesitating to touch his shoulder.

"Lucas?" I say his name once again. His movements were quick but gentle. He twisted his body to hug me catching me off guard. I couldn't help but hug him back, feeling thankful and guilty about what happened. I could feel him breathe in my hair, making him calm down.

Somehow, I felt confused and blank. My parents had died because of me. This pack could have been destroyed because of my existence, I was always told me that I was special but could I really. Now I clearly believed that now, since the people that I loved the most had died and the others almost got hurt because of me.

I pushed Lucas away, in his eyes I could clearly see that he was hurt by the action. Why the hell was he so nice all of a sudden?

Never in my whole entire life had I felt so confused, worthless and rage. I was just a human, what more could a rogue want more than some stupid human.

I was a daughter of a pack warrior and a daughter of a pack doctor. They served more than a number of years in this pack and all I could ever do was bring chaos.

That night, I had written a letter to thank them and to say goodbye. I couldn't put their lives on the line and not anymore.

At the age thirteen, I was captured from a group of scientists and was tortured just because I never gave them any information.

I couldn't risk their safety anymore so I killed every one of the scientists that had tried to get to the pack that I loved dearly.

And I swear on my life that I would do it over and over again.