Lia
Even with the protection wards, I was desperate. There was only so much I could think to do and one option was reaching out to the magical community. I wrote up an email to every one of their associations I could think of, but all I heard were typical generic responses.
It probably wasn’t even a person saying this but one of these automatic response that got sent out! I was angry, wishing they would help me with something. How could they not help a fellow species?
The guys noticed one morning I was a little down. Rain nudged me and I smiled faintly at him.
“You okay, Lia?”
I shook my head. “I’ve been trying to get the magical community to help, but no one is responding. I sent messages to everyone I knew, and nothing. It’s like they’ve all turned their backs on us.”
“Have you tried reaching out to everyone you can think of? Maybe it’s just a matter of timing or people being too busy.”
“No, I’ve done everything I can. No one’s even bothering to acknowledge me. It’s like I don’t exist to them anymore. I’m so frustrated, Simone. We need help, and they’re just… ignoring us.”
“That’s rough. I’m sorry they’re not coming through for you. But maybe… maybe it’s because they don’t trust you. I mean, I hate to say it, but there’s a lot of prejudice against werewolves in the magical community. They might see you as a risk, or they just don’t want to get involved because of what you are.”
“I don’t want to believe that, but… it makes sense. They’ve always treated us differently like we’re some kind of threat. Maybe they think that if they help, it’ll come back to bite them.”
“Yeah, it’s not fair, but there’s a history of that kind of prejudice. Werewolves have never exactly been on the ‘good side’ of magical society. People are quick to judge and slow to trust. It’s frustrating because it’s not like you’re asking for something unreasonable. You’re just trying to protect Gabi and the baby.”
“It just feels so unfair. We’re asking for help, and instead of getting support, we’re getting pushed away. All we’re trying to do is protect the baby, protect everyone. Why does it have to be like this? Why does it always feel like we’re being treated like the enemy?”
“Because they don’t see the full picture. They don’t see you, Gabi, or the baby as part of the magical community. They see you as different, something to be cautious about. And let’s be real, the werewolf reputation isn’t exactly helping matters.”
“I know, but it’s so tiring. Every time we reach out, every time we ask for help, we get ignored or pushed aside. It’s like we’re invisible to them. How are we supposed to protect everyone when no one is willing to stand with us?”
“I know, it sucks. But you can’t let it get to you. Maybe not all of them are like that, maybe some out there will still help, but we just haven’t reached the right ones yet. Keep trying, even if it feels hopeless. I know it’s hard, but sometimes it takes time to find the right people who are willing to fight for what’s right.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting this alone. We need the support of the magical community, especially with what’s coming. But if they won’t help, what do we do then?”
“We keep going. We find another way. Don’t let their prejudice stop you. You’ve got us, and we’ll fight together, even if we have to go outside their little circles. Maybe we don’t need the whole magical community. Maybe we just need the right people, the ones who truly understand what’s at stake.”
“I just feel like every step forward is met with two steps back. We can’t do this without help. We need allies.”
“I know it feels that way, but you’re not alone. We’ll keep fighting, even if we have to do it on our own. Maybe we’ll find others who feel the same way we do. And if we can’t find them, we’ll make our path. We’re not giving up, no matter what.”
I felt useless, unable to think of any way I could do something to turn the tides in this situation, but there wasn’t anything I could do. Except make sure I was careful, never letting my guard down.
“It’ll be all right,” Colby said after a bit, shooting me a warm smile.
“Since when are you Mr. Positive?” I asked teasingly.
He shrugged. “It’s just the best way to handle this situation right now. The last thing we want to do is freak out and make any mistakes.”
Colby did have a point.
“What?!” I asked in disbelief. “Why would I be a good option?”
“You are more level-headed than me and not to mention a good listener, always willing to think logically. Who else would make a great choice?”
The pack leader had to be an alpha. Simone’s mates, as nice as they were, weren’t the brightest crayons in the box. Rain… well, he was great but he tended to crack under pressure so he’d be an even worse choice.
Jesse was too scary and Matt was too impulsive when he got angry. By process of elimination, it did leave me but I shook my head, refusing to go along with it.
“No, I won’t accept that.”
“Fine, but I think it’s going to end up being you in the end. Don’t you think you should accept it now rather than live in denial? That way you won’t be shocked when they pick you.”
I growled. “Michael, I called you not so you could try to pressure me into being the pack leader.”
“Well, I’ve given you my thoughts so it’s up to you whether or not you want to take my advice.”
After we got off the phone, I realized calling Michael had been a mistake. It was making my anxiety worse and didn’t help me figure out what direction we could go in.
Groaning, I threw myself onto my bed. I wasn’t going to bring it up again and push off the discussion for as long as I could.

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