The Alpha's Possession: The Hikari

The Silver Orb

RICHARD’S POV:

 “Hey, get back here!” I fuss, but it’s too late; the little asshole disappears next to the rest of them before I get the answers that I deserve.

“He isn’t getting off the hook that easy.” I grump through the pain.

 Looking towards the shattered building, I think out loud. “We can do more research later, but we will have to be careful if Mrs. Biddleworth gets the police get involved. We don’t want them to see me messing with evidence while they are snooping around.”

“Yeah,” Lucian snickers. “We don’t want them to think you’re guilty of anything.”

“Funny, Lucian. Very funny.” I mumble and shift myself one more time, attempting to relieve the pain before joining the love birds.

“I am still getting answers from that little s**t,” I growl.

“You never give up, do you?”

“Never,” I say with determination.

PEARL’S POV:

Richard snickers, “Nice work, Pearl.”

His words barely meet the pain in his eyes. Maybe I had more strength than I realize. Oops.

“I see you are still holding yourself, Richard,” I warn. Did you come back for round two?”

Richard’s smile washes away. Mary Lou steps back towards the orphanage. The way her chin is buried against her chest and her shoulders are slumped, she appears withdrawn… sad even. I ask with concern.“Mary Lou, are you okay?” 

Before she answers, a tiny silver orb appears. It is no more than the size of the palm of my hand, but the shimmering bright light that cast from the center causes everyone to stop in their tracks. For mere seconds, the orb floats above the ground. Swaying back and forth until it settles in front of my view. The size begins as small as my hand, and ever so slowly, it expands larger and larger until it is lifesize. 

“What is it?” Malcolm walks next to me and asks with interest.

Ever so cautiously, I hold out my hand towards the orb. Heat radiates against my palm. “Hmmm…” I say with interest and step closer, keeping my palm out. “I don’t know, Malcolm, but it's warm. Really...warm.”

“Be careful, Pearl,” Charles warns, stepping closer to me with his chest poked out and his fist to his side.

Malcolm steps forwards and reaches out his long skinny fingers, but pulls his fingers back. 

Even though he plays it tough all the time, I could sense he was curious yet nervous after what we just went through. 

Sniffing the air, Richard scans the hilltops. I hear him mumble to himself. “Do you smell that? There it is... that smell again, Lucian.”

“Yes, death and roses again. Hmmm... how strange.” I am not sure what he is talking about, but I too smell the same along with silver dewdrops and the forest. 

 A gust of wind wipes through my hair, calling to Hikara. She howls from within me, awakening us. Connecting one another. In the distance, a pack of wolves echoes around us.  Randolph, Lucian, Stokes, Malcolm’s new wolf; each wolf from within joins and howl in unison. “What is going on?”

“I don’t know,” I answer, wishing I had a clue.

A few of the elders walk up behind me, wiping their mouths off and crossing their arms when they join. Moments later, the howling stops, and so does the snowdrops in the sky.

“What the hell?” Charles says, his eyes shift to golden yellow. 

I turn back around and watch the orb become a bright yellow. Closer and closer, it floats to me until it stops.

”Pearl,” Richard warns, “step back.”

“I got it, Richard.” is all I can manage to say because something within me just knew.

“Are you f*****g nuts!” He growls.

He stops and stares at my eyes and throws his hands back defensively. I must have answered that without knowing. 

“No more games.” I command, stepping directly in front of the orb.“Show yourself!”

“As you wish,” A deep voice echoes in the air.

The silver orb fades awake until there is nothing left but slivers of grey smoke and a breathtaking yet mysterious woman standing in front of me. Joining her is massive sized grey and white owl on her shoulder. Even though I felt it and knew, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the woman. Chills run down my spine. She speaks of nothing but power. 

Silver strands of hair flowed down her back and breast. Wrapping around her tattered black dress is a shimmering silver robe, and on the tips of the shoulders, the edges are covered in owl and crow feathers. Around her waist are a simple leather brown belt, but it held a matching leather sash with long trailing strings that flowed down her hips. I knew it must have meant something special within that bag. 

The wind whipped once more. Her fragrance tickled my nose: silver dewdrops and the forest. The woman stood there and only nodded at me. The howling simmers to a whimper—the Whimpers to a silence. Charles stands next to me and slides his fingers around mine. His chest poked out, showing me no matter who this woman was, he would not back down. Charles’s warmth, the protection shines through. I squeeze his fingers back to let him know that I will pull away and step forward. 

Reaching in the depths of her pocket, she pulls out a hand full of pellets and feeds the owl. He twitches his head back and forth and stares and Pita with interest. Once more, she reaches in her pocket and gathers another handful of pellets. A smaller size. She holds it in the air. Pita bobbles up and down until he flies off my shoulder and dives into her palm, grazing as much as he can. “Are you happy, Pita?” The woman’s deep voice echoes around us.

Pita only makes peculiar sounds as he gobbles away at the food. A grey cloud whips around him. From the palm of her hand. The owl glances over my shoulder for a mere second at Mary Lou. I notice Mary Lou’s head is hanging low to the ground. Not once does she look at her eyes. I start to feel Mary Lou’s remorse.

The woman tilts her head and raises her eyebrow, “I bet you didn’t know that Pita didn’t always look like this. He was actually a little on the scrawny side if you want to know the truth.”

“Scrawny?”

Squawking once, Pita drops the food and flies off to Mary Lou’s shoulder. For the first time, I watch as he buries his head against her transparent curly hair, and they both oddly face away from us. “Why are you two acting so strange?”

Mary Lou finally speaks, “It is a story for another day. You must get going. 

“No, Mary Lou. I walk over to Mary Lou to see what is wrong. "Hey, are you okay? Tell me what is wrong.” 

“Pearl,” her voice trembles. “I would love for you to stay longer, but I sense Destiny’s time is running out. You must go now.”

The woman nods in agreement. “She is right. I need you to come now, Pearl.”

My skin starts to boil, missing Destiny already. I snarled through my teeth, “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

Malcolm walks next to me with his fist coiled. His eyes full of rage, “I don’t get a f**k who you are, lady, take me to my sister!”

The lady tilts her head again, “You have no clue what I am, do you?”

“My sister now!” Malcolm screeches through the hilltops.