Olivia was well aware of what she needed to do when the harrowing screams pierced the air outside. Despite her father's stern instructions to remain hidden, she couldn't adhere to his command any longer, understanding that it was her time to step up and fight.

She moved resolutely towards the expansive window, crashing against the glass that shattered like fragments of diamonds in the sunlight. Ascending from a three-story height, she landed gracefully on her feet, one knee slightly touching the ground. It had been weeks since she obediently stayed in her room, secluded from the ongoing turmoil outside, following her father's directives. Her parents, dear to her heart and formidable warriors, were fiercely fighting to protect her and their pack.

As the marauders spotted her, they began advancing towards her. The air around her resonated with a primal howl, and she stood there, exuding a lethal aura. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck down every rogue, steadily making her way to where she could scent her beloved mother.

What felt like an eternity passed, and she caught sight of her mother battling three rogues simultaneously. Despite the rogues lacking the muscle of typical pack warriors, they displayed a formidable strength. However, Olivia knew her mother was stronger. While her mother was a force to be reckoned with and not easily defeated, Olivia was determined to aid her.

After ensuring there were no rogues impeding her path to her mother, she sprinted towards her, swiftly seizing one of the taller rogues by the neck and snapping it without a moment's hesitation. Soon, she stood back-to-back with her mother.

When her mother realized Olivia had left the safety of her room, a growl of anger escaped her. How could her daughter put herself in such danger? Nonetheless, they could use the assistance in this dire moment. "We will discuss this later, Olivia," her mother asserted through clenched teeth. "But for now, we are at war. Stay focused." With those words, her mother returned her attention to subduing her opponent and swiftly dispatched the rogue, and Olivia followed suit, quickly neutralizing her target.

Olivia turned to embrace her mother, who reciprocated with a kiss on her forehead. However, their moment was abruptly interrupted by an unexpected attack. Her mother's expression shifted to one of horror as she turned Olivia to face the imminent threat. A sharp dagger, shining a malevolent red, was hurled towards them by the rogues.

This was no ordinary dagger; it gleamed ominously, seemingly draining the life from her mother. As it pierced her, it shone even brighter and disintegrated into red dust. Olivia clutched her weakening mother in her small arms, sinking to the ground in utter horror. Pain rippled through her own body as she witnessed her mother's struggle for breath. "No, no, no..." she whispered in distress.

Three figures stood in the shadows of the distant trees, hidden from view. They believed the goddess would not permit harm to befall a child, unaware that the child in danger was her own.

Witnessing the goddess fall, they knew her mate would now be vulnerable. With their victory assured, they wasted no time in retreating from the red healer's territory. Olivia heard her mother's labored breaths, her eyes struggling to stay open. "My dear sweet child," her mother whispered, their bond palpable even in this dire moment.

"Shhh, its ok. Everything is okay. You are safe." Until then Olivia didnt even realise that she was shuddering as she continued to say no.

"You must protect the werewolf world. Reunite them for they have forgotten that they are all but one. You are stronger than you think...more powerful" Her breath was rasp but she still continued "Destiny has great plans for you, my dear. You will rule with great people beside you-"

She took another short painful breath "You are the daughter of the goddess herself. Do not live for revenge for they dont seek the truth. Punish only those that deserve it. My death should not blind you but be a path for future" tears slipped off her eyes.

At this point Olivia had tears flowing down her chin. "I'm sorry mom, I promise I'll get stronger, I'll do as you say so, please stay with me." Olivia whispered taking her mothers hand to her face so it was cupping her face. Her mother gave a weak smile then looked right in her eyes.

"I love you my baby girl. My time on this land is coming to an end. But remember Ill be watching over you." she said slowly taking short breaths in-between every word she said. Her voice now barely above whisper, she said, "I love you Teddy. I always have. I always will. Ill wait for you on the other side..." turning her head to where her mate was fighting rouges who was still unaware of the situation.

She knew that he will hear her. She took one last breath and went limp, her hand on Olivias face fell to her side as she closed her eyes. Teddy knew that his mate was hurt but he could not get off of the rouges to get to his mate.

Until he felt her gone. The pain of losing a mate was so unbearable that he lost focus for a while and that was all that rouges needed. They took this chance to slash a silver knife across his chest.

He growled in pain of both losing his mate and the freshly opened skin on his chest. Without a warning another pulled a knife and stabbed it on his heart, slowly falling to the ground with a loud thud and a growl. But that did not seem to stop the rouges from attacking.

Olivia looked in the direction of her father to see him fall to the ground as she screamed "Noooo" from her lungs, making everyone stop to see what was going on.

Time seemed to have stopped for Olivia, as she looked at both her parents laying on the ground. She knew that both her parents had left her. If only she was stronger, Olivia thought. If only she had more power, she would have protected them, if only...

Then an aura so strong radiated from her. The air around her howled like never before. Her midnight black hair, turned silver and danced with the wind and her eyes glowed white. The small girls body radiated so much power. All the werewolves there, be it pack warrior or rouges, could smell her power and dominance. Above all the anger and sorrow from the tiny little girl, crouched by her mothers now limp body.

When she raised her head high enough, they saw her glowing silver white eyes that made everyone shudder in fear. She gave a deadly look, her face void of emotions of a little girl who just lost both her parents.

Before anyone could move, Olivia tore the rouges chest and pulled their hearts one by one in what seemed like a glimpse. No one was able to keep up with what she was doing until she stood by the last rouge. She pulled the heart of him and his body slowly tilted sideways and fell to the ground with a thud. Everyone was so shocked; it was only seconds before that she was crouching with her dead mother in her arm.

But now, she resembled a goddess of death, her grip unyielding as she crushed the rogue's heart until it burst, blood splattering in all directions. Olivia appeared unhinged, her small frame drenched in gore, her silver-white hair and eyes a fierce testament to her unleashed power. Her visage bore the imprint of rage, and she emanated an aura that struck fear into the hearts of all who beheld her.

The might she held within her petite form compelled every pack member to kneel in submission, their faces a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Alpha," the voices boomed, acknowledging her newfound authority and might. The word echoed through the air, resonating with a gravity that signified a transformation, a shift in the pack's hierarchy and destiny. Olivia, once a child, had become something beyond, a force to be reckoned with. The destiny her mother spoke of was manifesting, and she stood at the precipice of a fate that would reshape the werewolf world.

6 years later

Olivia and her steadfast warriors, Elizabeth and Aurora, patiently waited in a dimly lit bar within a small village somewhere in the northern regions of America. The clock on the plastered wall seemed to tick agonizingly slow—five more minutes until the arrival of their fourth warrior, who bore crucial news.

Haunted by the memories of a vicious rogue attack on her pack when she was just eleven years old, Olivia was on an unyielding quest to locate the pack responsible and unearth their motivations for the heinous assault. She yearned to understand their reasons before deciding how they should be punished. The fury and hatred burned within her, but she was determined not to succumb to a mindless rage. Her mother's wisdom echoed in her thoughts, a guiding beacon reminding her to choose the path of righteousness, even in the face of such wickedness. Despite the murderers claiming the lives of her parents, she remained resolute in her quest for the truth.

After the funeral for her parents and the brave souls who had fallen alongside them, Olivia wasted no time. She dispatched skilled trackers to hunt down the rogue culprits, hoping to find answers and justice. Ashton, one of the trackers, had made a crucial breakthrough about a year ago, pinpointing a lead to the rogue group that had attacked their pack. However, the rogues chose death over revealing their motives, leaving many questions unanswered.

Since the age of twelve, when she first transformed into a werewolf, Olivia had tirelessly pursued these elusive rogues. Yet, luck remained elusive. In her pursuit, she had temporarily entrusted the duties of leading the pack to her capable beta, Ash, and her gamma, Liam, both of whom she trusted implicitly. However, her authority was uncompromising, and her demeanor had grown cold and ruthless since the rogue attack. She had not shown a smile, her heart weighed down by the tragedy that had befallen her pack.

The bar's door swung open, and in walked three brothers—Samuel, Tommy, and Elijah—a trio of striking, muscular figures with brown hair and intense brown eyes that seemed almost black. Heads turned as they strolled through the bar, capturing the attention of the ladies present. Envy flickered in the eyes of some, unable to hide their jealousy.

Olivia instantly connected with their minds, her message direct and urgent, "Spill." Her gaze was fierce, demanding information.

"Alpha," Elijah responded through their mental link, "we've scoured the nearby packs thoroughly, but unfortunately, we've found no clues." He shook his head in disappointment.

A low growl rumbled from Olivia, but she held her anger in check, contemplating their next move.

"Elizabeth, Aurora," she addressed her loyal warriors, "return to the pack. Inform Ash that I'll be delayed. If there's any news, instruct him to contact Elijah, Tommy, or Samuel. Leave tonight."

Then, turning her attention to the three brothers, she continued, "The three of you head further north. Look for any leads—"

"Alpha, we can't leave you alone," Tommy interjected, causing Olivia's eyes to darken dangerously, her face stern, and a threatening growl escaped her lips.

"Never-Ever-Interrupt-Me-AGAIN!" Her unspoken words sent a chilling message, a stark reminder of her authority and the consequences of defiance.

Olivia's posture conveyed an unwavering authority as her back bent, leaning forward towards where Tommy was seated. Her elbows rested on her knees, fingers tightly clasped, knuckles white with intensity. The atmosphere was charged with dominance, perceptible enough for the humans in the vicinity to sense a powerful presence. It prompted them to avert their eyes, lowering their heads in deference.

"If you don't find any clues, even after a month, then head back home," Olivia commanded firmly. "I'm going to continue searching a little more before I return."

With that, she dismissed everyone, her determined gaze unwavering. The weight of her purpose and her desire for justice bore down upon her, and she was resolute in her mission to find the truth and avenge her parents.

Olivia's heartache and determination cast a long shadow over her path. As the last of her warriors left the dimly lit bar, she felt a profound sense of solitude. Her journey was a lonely one, a quest for answers that had consumed her life since childhood. Her thoughts turned to her parents and the pain that still gnawed at her, like a wound that refused to heal.

With the three brothers dispatched to continue the search in the northern regions, Olivia turned her attention to the map spread out on the bar's table. It was littered with markers, each representing a potential lead, yet none had brought her any closer to the rogues responsible for the attack on her pack.

She knew her pursuit was relentless, bordering on obsession, but she couldn't allow herself to rest until she found the truth. Her mother's voice, wise and soothing, echoed in her mind, urging her to remain steadfast and to choose a path of righteousness even in the face of evil. Olivia had inherited her mother's strength and convictions, and she was determined to honor her memory by uncovering the rogues' motivations.

The bar's patrons discreetly observed the lone Alpha, recognizing the aura of authority that surrounded her. Humans sensed something different about her, an energy that set her apart from ordinary people. Some whispered about the mysterious woman in the corner, speculating on her story and her formidable presence.

Time ticked by slowly, and Olivia's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She considered every lead, every piece of information she had gathered over the years, and every possible avenue to uncover the rogues' secrets. The path to justice was fraught with uncertainty, but Olivia remained unyielding.

Her connection to her pack was strong, the bond with her loyal beta, Ash, and her gamma, Liam, unwavering. She knew they were capable leaders, and she trusted them implicitly to manage the pack in her absence. It was a testament to the strength of their pack that they could continue to thrive despite the heavy burden of their Alpha's relentless pursuit.

As she contemplated her next move, Olivia's mind once again reached out to the three brothers. She needed to stay updated on their progress, to ensure they were safe, and to receive any potential leads they might uncover. The mental link was a powerful tool, a testament to their unity as a pack.

"Elijah, Tommy, Samuel," Olivia spoke through the mind link, her voice firm and unwavering, "remain vigilant and stay safe. I trust your skills and your instincts. Contact me immediately if you find any leads, no matter how small."

Their simultaneous acknowledgment echoed in her mind, and she knew they understood the importance of their mission. The bond between an Alpha and her warriors was unbreakable, forged through trust, loyalty, and shared purpose.

With the message sent, Olivia returned her attention to the map, her determination unwavering. The path to justice was a long and treacherous one, but she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The memory of her parents and the legacy of her pack fueled her relentless pursuit, guiding her on her quest for answers and vengeance.

In the dimly lit bar of a small village in the northern regions of America, Olivia's journey continued, and her unwavering resolve blazed like a beacon of hope and determination, casting aside the darkness that had plagued her since childhood.