Chapter 35: Why Can’t Life Be Fair Enough?
Iris’s POV
Later that night, I am lying down in my room with a blanket covering my legs. No matter how hard I tried, sleep refused to come. Each time I closed my eyes, memories from my past life came flooding my head as I remember these particular memories, one of my perfect princess life. In my past life, I am standing in a grand hall of celebration with my parents, laughter ringing in my ears from the crowd, a crown of flowers on my head. The memories only made silent tears drop from the corner side of my eyes. Why can’t life be fair enough?
I tossed onto my side again. The injustice of it burned, a fire in my gut that wouldn’t let me lie still and have a peaceful sleep. know I can’t bring back my parents to life but all I know is I can change my destiny here in this pack.
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed as I tried to shake off the pain of those memories.
My eyes darted to the small, rickety drawer in the corner of my room. It was barely a piece of furniture. I stumbled to my feet as I approached it. I yanked the drawer open. There it was, the book. A guide to being a werewolf, to understanding the power I was supposed to have. I hadn’t touched it since I brought it from WarBorn, not since I realized how useless it felt to dream of strength in a pack that saw me as nothing.
The moonlight spilling through my cracked window as I opened it, my fingers fumbling to find the table of contents. My eyes scanned the faded ink, searching desperately for this particular Chapter and then I found it. Chapter Seven, Harnessing Your Wolf Senses. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was the key to unlocking the power I knew was buried inside me, the power Lyra, my wolf, kept so frustratingly silent.
I flipped to the Chapter, my eyes darting over the words. "Focus your mind. Feel the pulse of your wolf within you. Breathe in the world, its scents, its sounds, its heartbeat." The instructions were clear but looked confusing to me. Immediately, without wasting much time, I snapped the book shut and stood. I didn’t care that it was the middle of the night. I couldn’t stay here, trapped in this room with my thoughts and my failures.
The training field wasn’t far from the maid quarters where my room was located, just beyond the cluster of cabins where the lower-ranking pack members lived. I slipped outside, the moonlight guiding my steps. The forest near the filled swayed with the breeze, making my way to the field.