Chapter 8

A year later.

A whole year away from my hometown, away from my best friends and my ex-partner. However, I don't regret anything since the training I received to become more powerful and stronger. Speaking of not regretting this experience, my brothers had finally found their companions.

We had been living with the Elders for a few months and we had been informed that there was a part of the castle that housed abandoned werewolves, who had lost their families or who did not have a pack and who had refused to wander in nature. I had heard a lot about it and I really wanted to volunteer, as I did at home. It gave me the feeling of having a purpose in helping the less fortunate . It took a little time to convince my brothers, because they did not share the same passion as me to help the less fortunate, but very quickly, they agreed to follow me.

We had just entered this wing of the castle when all three stopped and spotted their companion respectively.

They immediately rushed inside, following the different smells that had led them to their companions.

I stayed on the side, looking at my brothers both with joy and a slight jealousy of not having this love. It was a beautiful moment, because I had never seen so much love in a room in such a short time.

In addition to finding their companions, we discovered that two of their companions had brothers and sisters. Chsrles's companion, Emily, or Emie as I called her, had three young triplet brothers. Bernard was the oldest, therefore the most mature. Liam was the second oldest, he was quite angry but when we needed him, he was always there for us. And finally, the youngest, and certainly the most boring of the brothers was Jospin. When we were sad, he would always manage to put a smile on our face. There were also three things he often argued that he could never do without: food, his family and finally to make fun of Liam as soon as he had the opportunity.

Then there was Brandon's companion.

She had a younger sister, Mireille, but everyone called her Mimi. Since the day we all met, we have become inseparable. With them, all the hard and exhausting days of training seem to be a walk in the park.They knew the truth about me and had accepted me with open arms, telling me that they would protect me. 

Even though I was absent for so long, I still managed to stay in touch with Dominique and Chloé. During my stay at the castle, they kept me informed of everything that was happening at home.

What I didn't expect was to hear how much Edmond had changed after I left. Apparently, he had become deeply depressed and stayed at home for a few weeks. I knew he deserved the pain he was going through, but that didn't stop my heart from tightening with pain for him, not wanting him to have to go through this.

Dominique continued to explain that after a few months, Edmond was completely different from what he was before. He didn't go out to parties all the time. He had decided to assert himself and be the Alpha that his pack deserved. What shocked everyone was when Edmond called a pack meeting, finally announcing that I was his companion.

Never in my wildest dreams, I would have imagined that Edmond de la Combe would declare me as his companion. I didn't think he would regret having rejected me, and yet here we are in this situation. Of course, I had not yet accepted the fact that he did. I was always deeply hurt, but it seemed that the anger I was keeping was fading slowly with all the good he was doing in the world now. I know it's cheesy, but you can't do anything about it.

What made me angry was that just after he announced that I was his companion, he thought I was dead. That I had committed suicide. Dominique explained that every time he wanted to speak, Edmond could barely take out the words he was already crying. Where the hell did he get the news that I was dead?! Dominique and Chloé tried to ask him where he had heard this, but Edmond always ignored the question and retreated while fleeing, the pain radiating in his eyes. They both tried to tell Edmond several times that I was alive, but he never wanted to believe them, saying that they just gave him false hopes. After that, they never had another chance to talk to him. He always devoted himself to his pack duties and school. Well, he was going to believe it soon enough when I had to come back. 

I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts, and I continued on my way to Ryan's room, to find out what time we would leave. I didn't bother to hit, and I just came in. Big mistake. I shouted scandal, closing my eyes hermetically while trying to rid my memory of the scene I had just attended.

"My poor virgin eyes! Put on your damn clothes! ", I shouted at them as I turned towards them, my eyes still tightly closed.

"Well, maybe if you had had the decency to hit, you wouldn't have had to see that," Ryan laughed as I heard them move in the room behind me. I laughed but I didn't answer until I heard him say that I could turn around.

"So, what do you want, little snooper? ", he teased me while slazing on the bed next to his partner.

I growled at this nickname.

"Don't call me that! "

"All right, so what about Your Highness? ", he teased me once again. At this new mockery, I threw one of my shoes at him.

"It's worse, and you know it!" He knew how much I hated formalities; it bothered me a lot when someone called me like that. I didn't know why, it was just like that.

"It doesn't matter." I stayed outside remembering why I went to see him. "What time are we leaving today?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction while his companion began to pack their things.

School started the next day, so we all had to be back before.

Even my brothers wanted to go there, mainly to keep an eye on their companion. If I were them, I would have said no.

Who the hell would like to spend one more year at the sideboard just for a companion?

In any case, not me.

"We're leaving at seven o'clock tonight. Now, get out," he said, peeping at me. I raised my hands as a sign of capitulation, knowing exactly what was going to happen. I didn't need to be there and witness this once again, so I quickly ran and went to the training room.

It was my last day of training with the Elders. The current Moon Goddess had given them different powers so that they could form the next Moon Goddess, that is, me. They were apparently not the first werewolves to travel the earth, but they lived for more than 1000 years.

They will finally begin to age once again when I name the ten new werewolves as Ancients. I knew it was a great decision to make, but as they explained, when the time comes, I will know who will deserve the title.

When training began, they pushed me beyond my limits, always telling me that I had to be ready to make the most difficult choices from now on. Trying to master ten powers was difficult; they knew it perfectly. They explained to me that each Goddess of the Moon had an eleventh power. No one knew what it was, but it would come to me when I needed it most. My powers varied in many areas water, earth, air, fire, teleportation, levitation, hypnosis, metamorphosis, telepathy and finally healing.

Throughout the year, I noticed that every time I was in my wolf form and used my powers, the blue swirls scattered over my body began to shine, giving the impression that I was surrounded by blue flames. I talked a lot with Dianemy she-wolf, especially when I felt caught up by sadness and anxiety. She appeased me by telling me that I was not alone in all this. I had her, my friends and family.

Finally, the time came when we were about to leave. I said goodbye to the Elders, thanking them for all that they taught me and to my brothers, throughout the year. We had gone through a lot of things together during this year, which made us closer and closer to each other with each passing day.Then we left.

Throughout the trip, I remained silent. I was only thinking of Edmond de la Combe. I was divided between the decision to give him another chance or try to go forward and find someone else to love. On the one hand, he had hurt me so much that I really felt like I was dying, but on the other hand, I was pitied when I heard that he had understood his mistake. He had changed, even with the idea that I was dead. He had not changed because he thought I would come back and see him differently, he had changed even knowing that I would never come back.

So I made the decision to give him another chance, but maybe we could start by being friends. I didn't want to rush and end up giving him everything I had, which would have resulted in a new rejection. I knew that my friends and family wouldn't be too enthusiastic about the idea, but it's my choice.