Game of Destiny by Dripping Creativity novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10-1

I entered my room quietly and began my bedtime routine. Though exhaustion weighed heavily on me, my mind refused to surrender to sleep. Instead, I settled into the chair by the window, gazing out over the creek that shimmered beneath the moonlight. The silver orb hovered just above the treetops, casting a gentle glow that made the water sparkle like scattered diamonds. It was a breathtaking sight, one that stirred a mixture of peace and melancholy within me.

As I stared into the night, my thoughts drifted back to the day’s events and the strange comfort I’d felt being surrounded by a pack again—even if it wasn’t my own. There were countless things I missed about belonging to a pack, though I rarely allowed myself to dwell on those feelings. The pain of remembering was too sharp. Yet now, I found myself forced to confront those memories.

Seventeen years and three hundred sixty-four days of mostly warm, cherished memories with my pack stood in stark contrast to a single day filled with hurt and alienation. Why had I let that one bad day overshadow all the others? I knew the truth: that one day shattered my belief in the pack’s promises. They had assured me I was loved, safe, and would always have a place as long as I contributed and followed the rules. But in an instant, all those assurances crumbled. I was threatened with exile to another pack. Those I considered family turned their backs on me simply because I was different. That betrayal made me see my time with the pack as a fragile illusion, and I was too broken to endure that kind of pain again.

Could I find the strength to piece myself back together if it happened once more? I wasn’t sure. But this time felt different. I told myself that Finlay would understand what I truly was—that I wasn’t strong like the others. If this pack could accept me as I was, then maybe I could belong here.

Our conversation by the lake had been honest—well, almost. There were things I hadn’t shared with Finlay because, at the time, I never imagined I’d seriously consider his offer. But if I was going to take this chance, I needed to be completely open with him. No secret should drive a wedge between us. If the pack accepted me despite my flaws, I could stay. The idea of belonging once more made my heart race. I hadn’t realized how deeply I longed for that connection, how much I craved the bond of a pack and the sense of being part of something greater than myself.

I resolved to ask Finlay for a talk the next day. If he didn’t reject me for my honesty, then I would seriously think about becoming part of this pack.

The following morning, as I made my way down to breakfast, a few pack members recognized me and greeted me warmly. Their kindness felt like a balm to my soul. Some even introduced me to others, weaving me gently into their circle. When I reached the table where Martin and Finlay sat, a small shadow appeared at my side—a six-year-old pup named Cadence.

“Good morning,” I said, sliding into a seat beside them.

“Morning,” they both replied in unison.

“Hello there, Cadence,” Finlay greeted the pup kindly.

“Hi, Alpha,” the boy said with a shy but bright smile.

“Would you like to join us?” Cadence’s parents asked gently.

“No, thank you. I need to eat with my new friends,” Cadence replied, waving before running back to his family.

“Looks like you’re gathering fans already,” Finlay teased with a grin. I laughed softly; his easy conversation was as comforting as the morning light.

As breakfast wound down, I felt a growing courage within me. When the moment came, I nodded silently to myself, ready to face whatever came next.

Matilda, Sam, and Medow were the last to join us. As we finished eating, Medow and Matilda updated me on the pack’s latest news, their voices warm and welcoming. The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the faint hum of life stirring in the forest beyond.

Chapter 10-2

“How about a walk? I can show you where the celebrations will be held while we talk,” Finlay suggested. I agreed with a nod, and together we said goodbye to the others.

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