Game of Destiny by Dripping Creativity novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18-1

The following day seemed to stretch endlessly, with most of my time spent simply waiting for the bloodening ceremony to commence. Scheduled for after dinner, the entire day lay ahead of me to fill. I busied myself unpacking my belongings, then took a long walk around the village and its nearby surroundings. As I strolled beside the gentle creek, the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention, accompanied by the familiar scent of Medow. I paused and waited for her to catch up.

“You’re quite the elusive one. I had to track you down with some effort,” she said with a playful smile when she reached me. I returned her smile warmly.

“Sorry about that. I just wanted to explore and get a feel for the area,” I explained.

“I understand. This pack territory is truly beautiful—we were fortunate to claim it,” she replied with a hint of pride.

Curious, I asked, “Were you part of the pack when it separated from the Ocean Shore pack?”

“No, that happened before I met Sam. After their split, the group temporarily found refuge with the Coyote Hill pack. My old pack was allied with them, so we helped by providing extra tents and supplies. That’s actually where I met Sam,” she shared.

“And you decided to join his pack even though they didn’t have a permanent home yet?” I inquired.

“Yes. Back in my old pack, I was just an ordinary member. I liked it there and had family, but Finlay and the pack needed Sam. He was their Gamma, and after so many changes, I knew they couldn’t afford to lose him too. So it wasn’t a difficult choice. Then Finlay discovered this land, and I’ve never been happier,” she said, her eyes shining with contentment.

“It really is beautiful here,” I agreed. “So, why did you come looking for me?”

Medow glanced around before replying, “It’s almost time to prepare for the ceremony. It’s best to get ready before dinner since we head straight to the clearing afterward. I was hoping we could prepare together.” Her voice softened with a touch of vulnerability. “I have friends here, of course, and everyone’s been wonderful. But being part of the pack’s top tier creates a bit of distance from the others. Since neither Martin nor Finlay has found their mates yet, it feels a little lonely being the only female—except for Matilda—up there.”

“I understand,” I said gently. “That’s partly why my brother and I grew close to the Alpha and Gamma’s children in my old pack. It’s comforting to have friends who truly understand the responsibilities you carry. And I’d love to get ready with you.” She smiled, and we linked arms as we walked back toward the pack house.

Along the way, Medow pointed out some of her favorite spots. When we neared the pack house, she showed me the small two-story home she shared with Sam, set a bit apart from the main building. “Your place or mine?” I asked.

“I already set my things outside your room,” she said with a grin. “What are you planning to wear?” she asked as we entered my room and she began unpacking her small bag.

“I was hoping to get away with something simple. I haven’t had many chances to dress up in recent years,” I admitted. She frowned thoughtfully.

“It’s your bloodening ceremony—it should be special. I’d lend you something, but you’re as tall as a tree! All my dresses would look ridiculous on you. Can I take a look in your closet?” she asked.

“Be my guest,” I said, gesturing toward my clothes. She eagerly dove in, and I smiled at her enthusiasm. I heard her muttering disapprovingly under her breath.

“Oh! I think I found something,” she announced, emerging with a teal summer dress adorned with large cream-colored flowers. It was full-length and flowing—CeCe had made me buy it for a party I never ended up attending.

“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.

“Well, I do. This is the one,” she insisted. I relented, and we spent the next hour getting ready together, chatting as we went. We discovered many shared interests, though we were different in other ways.

“The boys are eager to pick your brain. They need someone with formal training. But so do I, so please save some of your energy for me,” she joked.

Chapter 18-2

“I think you’re all worrying too much about formal training. Look at this pack—it’s a good, balanced group, and you seem to be doing well. Whatever you’re doing is clearly working,” I reassured her, brushing my hair back from my face.

“That’s kind of you to say. But I think we’ll all feel better once we confirm we’re doing things the right way,” she replied, pulling my hair over my shoulder.

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