Pluto (Aries Sequel)

Hey guys! This is the sequel of ARIES. I just published the prologue for now.  Enjoy!  Three years ago. "He's gone, Alpha Fey."  Hmph.  I sighed running a hand through my long soft wavy hair. I bit my lower lip, before pursing my lips.  "Send our best tracker to hunt him down, along with a healer. I want his head. Also, spread the word amongst the pack that I'll put a reward on his head for whoever decapitates him. Tell them to get creative. I want to hang it in the cellars." I ordered my new beta with a smirk that crawled its way onto my lips. Xavier nodded, knowing exactly how serious I was, before bowing respectfully and rushing out to follow my orders.  Tough. I know. But you didn't get to where I got by being a softie. I learned that the hard way.  Huffing loose ginger strands of my hair off my face, I sighed before kicking up my legs onto the office desk.  I hummed as I thought.  It's been two weeks since we succeeded in overthrowing Bishop. I had also captured Bernard, but the old bastard had escaped.  Finally, I'm free & the whole pack is free too. I've been planning this for years. YEARS. And it's finally over.  The ringing of the office phone cut off my train of thoughts.  I picked it up and spoke, "Alpha Fey speaking..." But all i heard on the other end was the sound of someone's light breath which halted the moment I spoke my name before ending the call abruptly.  Shrugging, I assumed that it wasn't important. Probably just a kid who thought prank-calling the new Alpha was cool.  A knock on the door sounded before Xavier walked in.  "Everything you ordered was perfectly executed. I put a bounty on Bernard's head and I also sent Jaxson & Ella after him." He said.  I nodded in approval.  Alright. Now that that was taken care of, I wanted to schedule a meeting with Alpha Aries. Seeing that I was new, and he was almost considered the Alpha King.  "Alright, please reach out to Alpha Aries, and schedule a meeting with him. Although it would most probably have to be online since we're so far away and it is fairly dangerous to travel with all this witch s**t that's going on." I said.  Xavier complied and left me to my thoughts. Werewolves moved from Greece a thousand years ago and spread across the world. When Alpha Aries settled in America 200 years ago, he split it up upon 14 leaders who kept passing down their legacy along with the pack up to our generation. Each pack would have 3 states to settle in amongst the humans. And the rest would be considered as uncharted lands until a pack declared the need for more space. Alpha Aries had recently merged packs with the Blood Fang pack after finding his mate.  He originally had Montana, Wyoming, & Colorado. And after the merge, he took over Arizona, New Mexico, & Utah.  They still haven't renamed their pack, into a unified name, but we were still waiting and to be honest, I didn't really care.  My packhouse resided in California, but we also had Nevada & Oregon.  I loved my three states. They were my favourite. I wouldn't have had it any other way. My pack is large in number. We have just over 2,000 members. It's especially because Alpha Bishop used to have so many of us killed, we felt the need to over-procreate.  I had recently met up with the mayors of Cali & Nevada and still needed to set a meeting with Oregon's mayor.  The politicians all knew of our existence. Which is why having a truce or some sort of understanding with them was important.  It did help that they weren't as concerned with werewolves as they were with vampires. But since the White-fire pack's last Alpha was a monster to werewolves & humans both, I needed to smooth things out with them and reassure them that I was nothing like Bishop the bastard.  I was going to make sure my people fell in line & were good were-citizens.  I then decided to give Mayor Eric a call, to set up our meeting in Oregon and kept myself busy with pack work till nightfall. This was good. Change was good.  The goddess knows how much we needed it.  My pack members have been treated brutally throughout the past decade. They needed to be saved & fixed.  Alpha Bishop used to split us up into some sort of colour graded colonies.  There were 6 colonial colours.  Black, white, green, blue, red, & yellow.  The blacks were the elite pack members, the ones that couldn't be touched unless have committed a crime unforgivable by the goddess herself. But their number was low, this colour was usually kept for Bishop's extended family, far away cousins & his friends' families. Basically, anyone who is associated with Bishop and is on his good graces.  The whites were the warriors and the fighters. They were the ones that worked directly under Bishop's rule. His lapdogs. They were usually the ones who were in charge of the offence directed at the disobedient werewolves. The greens were the working class of our werewolf pack. They consisted of the average weres, as the doctors, teachers, healers, engineers, and all of the higher-ranked workers. Not many were punished here but if they ever did get out of line, the whole colony would be punished. That was his motto one for all and all for one, but not in a good way.  The blues were the low ranked workers. They were usually beat mercilessly to overwork.  The yellows were the children, ages 0-12, who were to be unscathed, for the most time.  The reds were the lower ranked women or the women with no man of a high-rank colonial colour to protect them. Aged 13- to above. These women were beaten, enslaved, and often raped. They were sold amongst our pack members in auctions and the highest bidder got the red he wanted. Either you were bought by a higher colonial ranked man or you were imprisoned by your keeper. As soon as I turned 13, my father (A green) was killed. He was the packhouse doctor and healer. He associated with the Blacks. All it took from him was one mess up, and he was killed. I then automatically became a red. And what was worse, was that my mom died to protect me when they came to take me. She couldn't. He killed her because he wanted me.  And my brother...  He was too late.  He couldn't save me.  Last I saw, he was thrashing against the guards as 'Lord Bishop' raped me next to my mother's dead body.  I was 13. So I passed out right after, my body going into a neurogenic shock. It was a miracle that Bishop even cared to let the doctors save me.  I never saw my brother again since.  I don't even know if he made it alive.  I hoped he did. Everyday.  I prayed that by some miracle, the goddess had saved his precious life. I loved him when we were younger. We were only two years apart, so we were close.  He'd be 22 this year.  I sighed, as I whispered to myself, tears stinging my eyes as the memories flooded my tormented mind, "I hope you're alive out there somewhere Jake..."