Meant (To Be Yours) by Anaya Phoenix (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) 📕

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“Yes, we understand.” The female said and Sarah smiled not unkindly.
“Thank you.” She said, opening her eyes, just as the pack walked down the stairs.
“Welcome back ladies! Hope you’ve gotten your sleep because this is when the hard stuff starts. Hopefully your up to it, because you honestly have no choice. The Alpha’s have asked me to keep this a secret but I cannot. We will be facing things, things some of you have never heard of. Ogres, fairies, dragons, rogues, and vampires. We’re going to start with the easiest one to kill. Ogres. An ogre’s skin is like snake skin. Tight, rough, and extremely scaley. But, our teeth can easily cut through that.” Sarah told the pack, avoiding Thomas and Jeb’s glare. The packs had a right to know what they were fighting against. It wasn’t good to have surprised and scaredy fighters. Brandon brought out one of the large glass fish tanks that had several snakes in it. She could hear the chorus of growls. Wolves hate snakes, can’t stand them. No one knew why, they just hated them with a surreal passion. Sarah walked to him and took one out, a long yellow and white one. The snake wrapped around her arm and tightened but she gripped it’s tail making it hiss at her.
“Everyone come up and take a snake, there’s enough for everyone.” She said in a no attitude tone. She wasn’t afraid of snakes, per se, she just got edgy around them. Anything that could kill you just by squeezing tended to make you kind of terse. Grudgingly the pack did as they were told, sensing she really wasn’t up for the dramatics. Except one girl. Becky Wilder. She really didn’t mind the teenagers, she understood they thought they were hot shit because they had control over the humans at their school, and they were pretty. She got that, she really did. But this bitch she had a particular problem with. Becky thought it was Ok to sleep around for power, to play men, and be a bitch to all the females who acknowledged what she did. Her toy for the week had been Mike Corso, a boy that Jeb and Penny had been looking at for next Alpha. Again she had no problem with it, and she understood. What she hated, though, was when Becky put on a fake act at being absolutely helpless at absolutely everything. So when Becky picked up a snake, squealed and threw it on the floor, you could say that Sarah got a little mad. Especially when she ran to mike, who had picked up his snake just fine and was hanging out with his friends awaiting the rules, and clutched onto his arm fake crying about how she couldn’t do it. It was just to ‘icky’.
“Becky, I swear to the good lord and Mother Moon, if you don’t come pick up this snake I will rip all the tissue out of your bra and shove it down your pretty plastic little mouth.” Sarah shrieked, calling all the attention to Becky. Her face reddened and she stomped over to Sarah, getting in her face.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, bitch, but you don’t fucking own me. My parents don’t own me, Mother Moon doesn’t own me, and you sure as hell don’t. So if I were you, I’d remember that.” The blonde said, trying to appear dominant, her black eyes swirling to amber. Sarah put on a tight lipped smile and put the snake back in the cage, Brandon shooting her warning glares. She didn’t care.
“First of all little girl, I would step back if I were you. I’m tired and when I’m tired I get cranky, when I get cranky innocent people get hurt. Second of all, I’m the person who’s going to save you so you can finish your whoring ways. Third of all, I do own you. While in my training, while under my watch, I own you. You can try to tell yourself that I don’t, but you know that I do. You follow my orders, you do as I say. As far as I’m concerned, you’re my bitch. So be a good little bitch, pick up the snake and wait for further instructions.” Sarah said, not once raising her voice. She heard the shocked gasps of the pack but she didn’t care, she was just so angry. She saw it coming, she knew Becky would try to fight but she’d hope that the girl was a little smarter than that. Sarah grabbed her forearm, just as Becky’s claws were inches away from her face.
“You are so lucky I don’t fight children.” Sarah growled and pushed the girl away by her arm.
“I’m not a little girl, bitch.” Becky growled and charged at Sarah, who wore a happy little smile. If you say so, her wolf said happily. Sarah turned and lifted her leg, then spun back around, hitting the unaware child in the jaw and making her fall to the ground, holding her, probably, dislocated jaw.
“You fail. A proper fighter would’ve seen that coming and tried to stop my attack and counter it with something better, something stronger.” Sarah held up two fingers, her thumb and her index finger, pointing her thumb up and her forefinger straight.
“Boom. You’re dead, your parents mourn you, people miss you but your death is unimportant. This is a war, we are not going to stop because you’re afraid a tiny snake. We’re not going stop because you’ve broken a nail punching someone. We’re not going to stop because you don’t want to die. Everybody doesn’t want to die, but this is something we have to do.” Sarah said and helped Becky up, tears ran down the child’s face as her jaw fixed itself and Sarah hugged her.
“This is the time when everything comes down, this is the time, right before the war, that everybody realizes the reality. We could all die, we could all die and have absolutely nothing to show for it. Nobody cares that we’ve died, they certainly don’t, they’ll just move to the next pack. We cannot let them move to the next pack, we cannot let our brothers and sisters down like that. We will go out fighting, we will fight until every last one of them are dead, or until we take our last breath. We will train harder, we will not let anyone hit us, we will fight better. And we will win, there is no other choice.” Sarah shouted as she stepped away from Becky.
“Who here agrees that they will fight until they can no longer fight? Who here agrees that those sons of bitches will not get past us? Who here agrees that this is the last time a hunter will dare try to kill one of our family?!” The cheers from the pack made her smile and nod.
“Then lets get on with this training!” Chapter 16

The pack had done unbelievably well after her little pep talk and she had to admit she was impressed. There weren’t any squeamish people; there weren’t any people that gave her crap. Although it did cost the lives of a whole bunch of snakes, not that she minded or cared, it was worth it. She smiled as she munched on ice ships. Molly thumped down next to her and sighed happily, Sarah shook the cup at her and Molly took a few ice chips.
“That went a whole lot better than I expected, that and those twats finally gained a little more respect for their elders.” She mumbled around and mouthful of ice and Sarah snorted. She highly doubted that she’d managed to do that, but it had gone better than expected.
“Luna walked for the first time last night.” Molly said as Sarah took in SpongeBob. She looked at her friend and swallowed the ice she’d been munching on and frowned.
“I don’t sound much happy about that, right? I’m not. It just brings her one step closer to her fate and I just… I’m not ready yet, even though it’s her future. Tommy says I’m just overreacting, but I know I’m not. I know her future is pretty much mapped out, and it doesn’t end well. She’s growing up too fast and I just…” She watched as her friend, her Luna, broke down slowly. She hadn’t really ever seen Molly cry, she’d heard that she did cry, but she’d never been up close and personal. To be honest it hurt her. To see this person, this strong symbol of power, curl into itself and break down was like an arrow to the heart. Sarah put down her cup and hugged her sobbing friend. If this was happening to Molly she knew what was happening to Thomas. That’s a problem she’d leave to Carol. Molly had some sort of sense, which made it easy to calm her, but for people with thick culls and way too much pride it took a person who allowed no bullshit, no foolishness, and an ego that matched that pride twelve fold. This is exactly why Sarah sighed, leaned back and held onto her sobbing friend.


She was awoken when she heard a bang on the front door. Not like when the police come and there are multiple bang, this bag was different. This bang sounded like something flew into it. She shot up and zoomed to the door, Molly a few steps behind her. She opened the door warily and sucked in a surprised gasp. A girl, she looked not much older than 18, laid there her body crumpled. She fell to her knees and tried to listen for a pulse, there was one but it was faint. The girls blonde hair covered most of her face and looked as if she hadn’t washed it for quite some time. With Molly’s help she picked up the girl and carried her to the couch. They laid her down flat and looked down at her with pity. She looked so young, so innocent, whoever did this to her would burn an eternity in hell. She groaned and slowly shocking blue eyes looked up at them. Her eyes widened and she shot up and scurried to the corner of the couch, trying to look small. But not succeeding.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us. We’re not gonna hurt you.” Molly said stepping forward but Sarah yanked her back.
“She’s not our problem to deal with.” She was hoping she was wrong, but by the smell of it she knew she wasn’t.
“She’s hurt, I’m not gonna hurt an already injured innocent.” Molly growled and tried to yank her arm out of Sarah’s grasp but she wouldn’t let go.
“She’s not our problem.” It pained Sarah what she had to do, she hated to hurt her friends, but sadly it had to be done.
“What are you talking about?” Molly spat and she looked at the girl whose looks deceived her.
“What’s your name?” Sarah asked, still not letting go of Molly.
“Valerie, Valerie Simons.” She whimpered and Molly’s mouth popped open.
“Holy shit.”
“You can’t touch her because she’s hurt. If he smells your scent on her along with her injuries he will come after you.” Sarah explained and let go