The Curse Of Violet Wraith

Trained

VIOLET

“You need to hit harder, be faster, stronger!” Amara yelled as I tried to punch the target she had placed in front of me. Six months has gone by since the day I was sucked into that river. 

The day I became Violet Wraith, vigilante and protector of Misty Willow pack. 

“Oh, give me a bloody break, will ya? I’m trying here, and this skimpy outfit doesn't help. It’s too tight!” I shouted back while trying to pull on my fighter dress.

It was sexy, but uncomfortable, and getting used to it was a struggle. The skirt was just above my knee, a slit on the thigh which reached all the way to my underwear, and a vest which boosted my breasts, making them look bigger than they were, couldn't forget the few straps running along my collarbone. 

But I did love how I looked, especially with the ripped sleeve, showing my shoulder while covering my arms. And the hood gave it a mysterious aura, which worked perfectly for when I lurked into the night, hunting down bad men who would take advantage of innocent people. 

My blue hair was perfectly tucked underneath.

“You need to focus,” she replied, walking around me as she hit me on my legs with a stick. “You’re the guardian of the pack, act like it!”

“Isn’t that what its warriors are for?”

“They’re here to watch the pack, but there are things they can’t do, and that’s your job. You’re the one that knows your father’s men, and you’re the one that can keep stopping them.”

“Please. My parents think I’m dead, thanks to you. What’s the point?”

“The point is, my dear Violet, that by thinking they can’t win the war against the pack, when there’s a strong warrior helping them, he might stop attacking these lands for no reason at all.”

She stood behind me, pressing the stick against my neck as she choked me. 

“You need to learn to stop being stubborn and fight for what’s right. And right now, your father is not. Now, what are you going to do about it, princess?”

I pushed her back as hard as I could, dropping my blade as I walked away from her. I didn't want to continue this, it was a waste of time. 

"I'm leaving and going back home!" I replied.

"Sorry, princess. If you cross that river, you'll disappear. Remember, you're a wraith, and further East, you're already dead." 

I couldn’t imagine my parents’ pain at seeing me lifeless. Wonder if they were able to find me at all, or if it took them too long to do so. 

“I hate you,” I mumbled.

“Oh, I know you do. But I’m not here for you to like me, I’m here to make your father see he can’t mess with Ezra and the pack.”

“Ezra?” I asked, turning around with a confused expression on my face. It was the first time I had heard that name, and I was now curious to see who he was.

“He’s the Alpha. But since the day I brought you here, I haven’t seen or known of him. I might be part of the pack, but no one lets me know anything unless it’s him personally. I serve him, and only him.”

Amara walked towards a tree, whose trunk was slashed as I used it as a target for my sword and blade skills. No matter how much I tried, in six months I haven’t reached my full potential. 

“One day you will meet him, I’m sure of that. And when you two cross paths, all hell might break loose.” She smirked. “Now, get back at it again.”

I let out a tired and frustrated sigh, putting myself into position to charge against the tree, my focus getting a lot better, aiming directly at the target. I spent hours honing my skills, preparing myself to be the best fighter I have ever been. 

“Great job, Violet. You are almost ready.”

“Almost? I would say I am more than ready,” I replied with a smug smirk as I tossed my sword without looking directly at the tree, hitting straight on the spot. 

Amara chuckled, shaking her head. 

“You’re one of a kind, that’s for sure. Let’s eat, you must be famished after all that work. You never know when you will be needed.”

We both went inside the cabin for a much needed meal before I took a warm bath. As we sat there in silence, sipping on our stew, I couldn’t take that name out of my mind. It’s as if I may have crossed paths with him unknowingly, or he's supposed to be part of my life. 

But my father never mentioned him, and I know he knew about them.

“So, tell me more about the Alpha,” I requested, curiously. Amara put her bowl down, looked at me with a faint smile and thought of what to say. 

“Ezra was adopted by the pack Alpha, Alistair Atwood. His mother was pregnant with him when Alistair found out she was his second chance mate. His first wife passed away from a strange illness, and since she was human, she couldn’t survive it. They were never able to have kids, so Moira and Ezra coming into his life was a blessing.”

Amara sighed, looking out the window with a solemn gaze. 

“Even though the council of elders approved that he should be Alpha because of his kindness and leadership, there was always someone who wanted him out. His uncle and aunt, for once. But they passed away before they could even succeed, leaving Evander, his cousin, to continue trying to take his place.”

The more I heard about this man or werewolf, whatever they were, the more intrigued I was. I wanted to meet him and see who the Alpha was.

“How come you barely see him?” I asked. 

“Only when he needs my services, which has been rare lately, it's when I can. But for some unknown reason, I haven’t heard from him in six months. I wonder if everything is well. But I guess no news is good news.”

Amara grabbed her cup of water and took a sip. 

“I have been his caretaker since he was born. He’s like a brother to me, and Luna Moira entrusted me with him. In case anything happened to her and Alistair, she had asked me to watch over Ezra. I willingly accepted.”

“That was very nice of you. I’m sure he appreciates you,” I mentioned, taking a deep breath as I looked at the fireplace, the fire burning bright and warming up the cabin, giving me a sense of peace and purpose. 

As I kept fulfilling my destiny, I wondered to myself. Why did I have the need to act spoiled and mean? My servants were nothing but caring and diligent in their work. 

I guess this not only happened to teach my father a lesson, but to also teach me one. I had to learn how to be patient and understanding. How to be loving and appreciate the smallest things in life. 

“Amara?” 

“Yes, dear?” 

“Thank you. For teaching me a valuable lesson. This served me to understand that my father had no right to invade these lands, and to attack these innocent people. I promise, from now on, to do right by them. To bring justice to the pack.”

I sighed.

“To bring them the peace they have yearned for so long.”

She smiled, giving me a curt nod.

“I know you will, princess. I know you will.”