She was chosen at birth, like most Prospects were. Families with newborns would take them to the witches, who would cast a spell to find out if they were compatible with the Werewolf community. Because not all people were. There were stories of people being bitten, going mad. No one knew why, but those stories were what started the selections.
Not everyone went for the selections. Those families in need of money, protection, were the most likely, but then there were the families that went just to know their child would be safe if anything happened to them. So their child might be safe against the vampires.
That was why her family went. To keep her safe. But safety wasn’t the only thing they got. Because when the witches looked at her, not only did they find that she was perfect for the wolves, she would be perfect as the next Alpha. A true leader- and she wasn’t even one year old.
When she was five, the training started. Every day, she was trained in the way of the ‘Wolves, fighting, discipline, communicating and how to be in control.
Fourteen years after starting, she sometimes wished she was never chosen.
The girl snapped out of her thoughts, and smiled sheepishly at her teacher sheepishly. “Sorry, Connor. I’m just not in the mood.”
“You have to be, Elizabeth. You never seem to take this seriously. What would happen if something happened to Samuel?”
“I know! I have to take charge, I know that. But nothing can happen to him.”
“Grow up, girl! He is still mortal, he can die, he can get injured. And if that happens, you have to be ready.”
“I know!” she shouted, slamming her fist against the fence next to her, the force shaking the wood. “I know I have to be ready. But…I am nineteen, Connor. I will be leading a bunch of ‘Wolves who are all older than me, who all have more experience.”
Connor blinked. “Ahh…” he whispered, understanding suddenly. “Come and sit down, Liza.” He jumped off the top of the wall and sat on the steps into her house. After a second, she sat down next to her. “Elizabeth, Liza. The whole pack has watched you grow up. I am only three years older than you. I have only been a ‘Wolf myself for one year. It doesn’t make a difference to me that you haven’t been changed yet, and it doesn’t matter to the others either. We all trust you, we all care about you. You know, you should know that we would follow you, even before you change. You may only be a Prospect, but you will one day be an amazing Alpha. We all know that.”
She smiled slightly. “But why?”
“Because we know you. You think we would stay around if you weren’t able?”
“I don’t know, I’m human!”
“No you’re not. You’re a Prospect. Liza, don’t worry about it, okay?” He looked at her carefully, worry showing in his hazel eyes. He held out his and to her, and she took it, a small smile on her face. “And it’s only two years until you change as well. Nothing will happen to Samuel before that. But you still need to train.”
She sighed, nodding. “Okay.” She leant towards his and kissed him lightly, but he pushed her away.
“Liza. I’m being your teacher right now. Samuel wouldn’t be happy if he thought we were using training sessions for something else.” He left the other part unsaid. Samuel wouldn’t be happy if he knew Elizabeth and I were together. “Are you ready to continue?”
She stood up, and walked back over to the grass, picking up a small knife and looking at the target stuck on the wall. She took a deep breath, and threw it, both of them watching as it hit the target. In the centre. A smile lit up on her face as Connor went and stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, squeezing slightly.
“See, Liza. You can do it.”
She lent back against him, her eyes closed. “Knowing it and believing it are two different things, Connor.” He chuckled quietly, and she turned to face him, studying his face, his gentle eyes and brown hair. “Is our lesson finished then?” she said.
He grinned. “I think so.” He bend down and kissed her forehead, before snapping up and stepping away from her. She looked questioningly at him, but he shook his head.
Liza closed her eyes, sighing. “Samuel. We are round the back.”
The footsteps drew nearer and the packs Alpha walked out of the door. Connor bowed his head respectfully and Samuel smiled.
“Connor, have you finished instructing?”
“Yes, Sir. Elizabeth is improving well.” He winked at his girlfriend behind Samuels back and she ducked her head to hide her smile, but Samuel wasn’t paying attention.
“Good. I need to talk to Elizabeth now. I will have your report later.”
Connor nodded, and walked off, and Samuel sat down, suddenly looking older than he really was. Liza walked over to him and crouched down. “Samuel. What’s wrong?”
He sighed, not looking at her. “Elizabeth, will you promise me something?”
She frowned. “Of course, Sir. What is it?”
“If anything happens to me, you must lead them. But lead them for yourself. I trust you to look after them.”
“Samuel, why are you talking like this?” The girl didn’t hide the fear in her voice, and hearing it, the Alpha looked up at her.
“Because I fear I will not be around much longer.” He stood and turned back to the door. “Elizabeth, just because the Witches made sure you were true for a Prospect, it didn’t mean I had to choose you. I know you can do well.” He walked away from her, but before he left, Liza heard the unmistakeable sound of him trying not to cry.
And it scared her. In the years she had known him, he had been a pillar, never backing down, never showing fear. He was strong. And suddenly, he was acting like he was dying.
Elizabeth didn’t know what to do.