The Moonstone Elite Pack
Six huge, bullet-proof black envoys drove down the road leading to the Silver Light Pack estate. The Alpha of the Moonstone Pack, Damon, was on the phone to his mother, Ludia, giving her his orders for the next few weeks via text. When it came to keeping the pack in check, the person who was the best suited to take his place was inevitably his mother.
Son, I have this. Do not worry. Just focus on the task at hand. X
Do not be nonchalant, Mother. The Pack needs to be on call if there is a need. I have the feeling that this battle won't be like any other.
I understand, Damon. Take care of yourself and your mate. She came with you to support you. Be nice.
Don't remind me. I am the one stuck with that woman.
You are still not convinced she is your true mate then.
No. I know she is not.
What is it going to take for you to believe it?
Mother...I don't know how to describe it to you. But I feel like there is another woman out there waiting for me. It is strange to even say it in written form. There is another I know of that is for me, I just don't know the reasons why yet.
Vivienne is perfectly suited for you and she is more than worthy to become the next Luna of our pack.
Damon put his phone back in his jacket pocket, ignoring his mother's persistence that she was right about this. But he knew there was someone else. He hadn't told his mother about the dreams he had been having since he was a kid. He had never told anyone about those dreams. He felt as the Alpha of the elites he couldn't tell anyone what he was experiencing.
The dreams were still happening and every night when he went to sleep, he knew he was going to dream again about a girl standing in the middle of a war, with carnage all around her and blood dripping from her hands.
He shook his head slowly and looked out the window. His men were driving, so for right now he had a few moments peace, and could collect his thoughts. He knew he was strong and well equipped to handle the dangers they were facing.
He had recent reports about many weres being maimed, gutted or beheaded in different parts of the world with blood messages left out for his warriors to find. They were always too late to save the weres who were captured and tortured like animals before they were killed. To kill another were in their society meant that you would be executed yourself. It was a tragedy and there were many reasons why someone would go around killing other weres and he didn't like it.
Power was the biggest clue in these killings and blood messages. This Alpha werewolf wanted power over all of the other weres and would do anything to get it. It would seem that he would a kill the captured weres if he didn't get what he wanted in the end. For true power lay with numbers and respect, if not fear, to get what they wanted.
Damon knew that it would keep getting worse before it got better. But he couldn't anticipate how much worse it was going to be.
"Alpha, we are coming up to the Silver Light Pack. It's just up ahead."
"Thank you, Greg."
Damon didn't know much about the Silver Light Pack only that they were known for their daughter and the accident she had as a child. But other than that, they weren't really noteworthy.
The Silver Light Pack's estate was expansive and the largest pack land in the area. They were on one hundred and eighty acres of land. The pack was thriving, and everyone was well looked after which was a huge tell on how their Alpha performed his duties.
The envoys pulled up in front of a three-story pack house. The house was white and navy blue.
Damon knew the stories that were being shared from this pack, but he had to see it for himself. Was the Silver Light Pack Alpha's daughter really as powerful as these stories claimed or are they merely fairytales? He was looking forward to meeting her and putting a face to the power and maybe even debunk any myths that might have been shared along the grape vine. He wasn't a man to trust rumours. He was the kind of man who trusted his gut instinct, his intuition and his knowledge. He watched everything and had a keen eye for detail and a keener eye for figuring out who was trying to pull the wool over his eyes.
Weres stepped out of the house in a V formation looking down at the envoys and the people standing next to them. One man stepped forward with his arms raised and spoke.
"Welcome Moonstone Elite Pack. I am Alpha Don and I thank you for coming. Please come inside."
Damon climbed the porched stairs first and the weres in the V formation parted smoothly to let him inside. His men and women following suit.
Vivienne, a small in stature cute blonde with razor sharp eyes scanned the room before her as she stood beside her Alpha and mate.
Damon stood in the middle of the room as werewolves started to cram into the huge lounge room space.
"Don-" Damon nodded at the other Alpha, "Update me on what you have so far."
Don nodded and gestured to the couch behind Damon who sat.
"Recently, we sent a research team of our finest archaeologists to Greece to survey the historical sites there for any information on the moon Goddess and Goddess Artemis of Light for information on any extraordinary powers or changes that have been in the werewolf community. There has been nothing like that on any of the sites and no further clues as to why this would be happening or why my daughter was chosen eight years ago to have this power."
"Anything else?"
"At one of the sites in Greece there were ancient werewolves of a different yet similar species waiting or hiding from view before they attacked my pack members. This forced my daughter to...it triggered something within her and it was like she projected herself to our pack members which she then saved from the attack and brought them all back home along with their belongings. There was no trace left behind of them being there. We couldn't leave a trace of where they were going or why they were there incase it alerted any human authorities."
Damon nodded and looked around the room.
"Is you daughter here now?"
The Silver Light Pack members looked at each other quickly.
"She is in the hospital, Damon." Don said, quietly. "She can't move her legs. The doctors seem to think its psychosomatic because she has always felt some fear about where her new path has been taking her. And her mother seems to think that something more is going on and that's why she is bedridden."
Damon leaned back on the navy couch, pulling out his phone to message his mother.
Mother, please call the specialist in neurology, especially someone whose focus is on the spine. We may also need a physical therapist to come over as well. The Alphas daughter doesn't seem to be in the shape we expected her in.
Damon didn't wait for a response and put his phone back into his pocket and looked around the room again and slowly stood up.
"Don, fear is a useless emotion and the sooner your daughter realises that the better."
"She's only sixteen, Damon."
"Yes, but at sixteen we have all had our struggles. Hers just seem to include the rest of us. Now let's go see her and get to the bottom of this silliness."
"Damon, if you wouldn't mind me speaking plainly."
Damon turned to look at Don with cold, lifeless eyes.
"What is it Don?"
"Even though my daughter is bedridden, she is quick to anger and with that her power unleashes itself on anyone who triggers it. It will be best if you do not show your aversion or anger in her presence."
Damon thought for moment and nodded. With that he let the Alpha of the Silver Light Pack lead the way.
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A/N: Hi Everyone,
Thank you for taking the time to read this chapter and my story. I appreciate you all getting to this stage. Things have been busy lately so I have taken my time in uploading. More to the point, I wasn't sure how these next few chapters would be for some of you. This story line and its characters and who their mates are have changed. You may not like it, but if you are still intrigue to find out what happens, keep reading and let me know in the comments section if it is a good addition to the story.
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