The Real Little Ghost

While making lunch for myself and wondering what I could surprise everyone with for dinner, I received a link from Kelp. He wanted to warn me about some complaints from the warrior, not part of our little pack, about strange things happening out here. At first, I thought it was funny, but I got scared when he said that Alpha Thomas had heard the warriors discussing it and was interested in checking things out.

My biggest fear is him discovering that I am still alive and taking me back. Finishing what he started twice now at that whipping post in front of the pack. He seems to want to humiliate me in a worse way. I don’t understand his need to control me and make me act accordingly. I stared at the sandwich I had made and started shaking. I can’t go through that again. He could complete the rape the next time, and I would not be able to live with that. I would do whatever it took to kill him. If I didn’t, then one of my protectors would.

Why can’t he leave things alone? Kelp says he thinks rogues have taken up living in the cabin under his nose and attacking his pack. Rogues are not that brave. The attacks are not rogue. It is another pack that is attacking the Blood Meadow pack. I have not informed anyone of what I know yet. Whoever they are, they use something to make them smell like rogues.

I smelled them when Eric and I worked in the garden a few days ago. I could smell the underlying pack smell, too. That is why I did not alert anyone. I wanted to see what they were doing on Blood Meadow pack land.

I can’t think about that right now. I must worry about Alpha coming here and looking around. What can I do to protect myself? The guys expect me to hide in the wall, but what if he discovers it? I need to do something that will scare him off and make him not want to return here. What though?

“Little ghost, are you okay? I can feel you are scared.” Kelp links, and that is when it hits me. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Pay attention to what you are doing, and I will see you at dinner time.”

Why didn’t I think of this sooner? Using the little ghost nickname to my advantage. Some of the pack believe something strange is happening or the area is haunted. So why not? I could haunt the area with my ghost if the Alpha shows up.

Ha! I can imagine his face. Seeing my ghost out here instead of a bunch of rogues. Rogues, he can fight. Rogues, he can kill. But my ghost? I am already dead. What will he do to get rid of my ghost? Can’t kill me again, right?

I found some corn starch, whitened my face, and squeezed some cherries. Using the cherry juice, I stained my head from my hairline running down the side of my face to look like blood. I used the juice on my hands, legs, and feet. I looked a bloody mess and was ready if the Alpha showed up. Even if he didn’t show up, I could prank the guys. I was giggling about playing the prank when I heard a scuffling noise outside.

Looking out the window, I saw a scraggly yellow wolf sniffing around the garden. He looked towards the cabin, and I lowered myself, hoping he didn’t see me. At first, I started shaking and thought I might hide behind the hidden wall. Taking a deep breath, I remember my plan to capitalize on the nickname he gave me. Besides, I want to make him feel some fear like he did me. I might not be able to make him feel the pain he has caused me to feel, but fear may be possible.

Peeking out the window, I see that he has shifted back to his human and has put a pair of shorts on. He is poking around the garden at the plants with his foot. Luckily, the garden in the front of the cabin has begun to rot until replanted next year.

Something must have caught his attention. Maybe I made a noise, not realizing it, or moved the curtain slightly. He looked at the cabin. “Who’s there?” He started moving towards the steps. Come out here. You are on private property.” Moving closer and looking around to ensure no one was sneaking up on him, he continued speaking, “This is Blood Meadow pack land. This cabin is not for anyone to use but for Blood Meadow pack members. You are trespassing.”

He was getting closer to the window. I was shaking and wondering what to do to get this haunting started. I grabbed one of the walnuts we had gathered to make brownies and threw it through the window. It bounced off the railing, making a noise as it landed on the steps. The Alpha spun around, yelling, “Who’s there?”

I threw another one, hitting him in the back of the head. I spun in that direction. So, another hit him on the shoulder. Just then, a gust of wind blew the screen door slightly, making it bang. He sprinted down the steps and turned to look at the door. I giggled quietly, but it sounded like a garbled moan because of my damaged throat.

His head shot up, and he stared hard at the window. I could tell he was trying to see through the curtains inside the room. Just then, I yanked on the curtain and moaned as loudly as I could. The big, dire Alpha screamed like a child and ran for the garden. He stopped right next to it and turned again. “Come out here. Face me like a man.”

Growling or what I thought was a growl, I pulled the door open and started toward Thomas, waving my arms. I could not believe the scream of terror he let out. He stood there momentarily and then took off running around the back of the cabin.

“You’re dead. They buried you. What are you doing here?” I continued to run after him, waving my arms and moaning. “Don’t kill me. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t want to kill you. Did my fated mate come back with you, too? Is she going to help you kill me?”

What an idiot! Big Bad Alpha is afraid of ghosts or what he perceives as ghosts. “Please don’t kill me.” He repeats constantly. I chased him around some more. I let him get almost to the tree line, thinking he would escape, and they herded him back away.

Why does he not change back into his wolf? Aza tells me it is because Zor realizes it is us and we are not dead. He disagrees with his human ways and is having a good time helping us frighten him. Zor is holding Thomas from shifting, telling him your ghost prevents the shift. He tells him that when he killed you, your ghost gained powers and is here to hold him responsible for his actions. It is a shame that the poor wolf is stuck with such a horrible human.

He stops at the side of the cabin, “I rescued you from those awful people who were supposed to be your parents. I'm sorry.”

The little ghost stands still in front of him, standing as far back as possible. “Is this where they buried you?”

She moves her head from side to side, trying to understand what he is saying. “Have I interrupted your eternal sleep?” However, he could not keep from saying something stupid. “I would take it back. I would give you more time to learn. You wouldn’t be my Luna because of your wolf attacking me, but I could have kept you around longer to fuck and maybe improve your living arrangements in the future.”

I decided I had enough of his apology and let my face contort into my wolf’s snout while chasing and screaming as loud as I could at him. He was running for the tree line, yelling, “Don’t kill me,” over and over. I could hear the guys and the rest of our pack laughing in the woods. Just as he hit the tree line, he shifted into his wolf. Just as he hit the tree line, he started yelling at his wolf, wanting to know why he would not come to the surface and shift.

He stopped in front of his men, laughing at him. “What are you laughing at? Did you see that thing? Katia is a real ghost and is here to haunt me.”