His Warrior Luna

8 Alpha’s Judgment

Jason Silverbriar, the esteemed Alpha of Silver Pack, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His pride, his joy, his perfect princess rose as a Red Wolf. At first, he thought someone was playing a trick on him, and then the night got even stranger with the arrival of the mysterious Silver Wolf.

He couldn’t deny the new wolf belonged to their pack, but he looked at the crouched form of the daughter he raised for eighteen years. He was able to keep his heart hardened to the imposter while she was in wolf form, and he dreaded that he was going to have to speak to these two in human form.

Would he still see his daddy’s little girl when he looked at her, knowing it was all a lie? He felt as if his world was tilting, and he had no clue which way it was going to fall. He shifted his focus to his wife, Alice. Alice refused to look at Clara’s red wolf and was obsessed with looking for their true daughter within the silver one.

Alpha Silverbriar kept his intimidating aura strong until the last of the guests had cleared from the gathering area. The fire was dying down, and the Council was conferring amongst themselves. He looked at Devon, standing in front of Clara, and nodded his thanks.

He looked at the two wolves again, then pointed to each of them in turn.

“You. And You. Follow me now,” he ordered. Another look at Devon told him to walk with the Luna, and Alpha Silverbriar set a quick pace back up to the grand hall, then upstairs to his office. The Silver Wolf rose gracefully and walked proudly behind him, while Clara’s Red Wolf moved with her head low, her tail tucked, and her feet dragging. Right now, her weakness disgusted him. This was not the daughter he raised.

The tense procession passed by the Council, and they broke, following Alpha Silverbriar, but keeping their distance. Devon tried to convince Luna Alice to return home, but she refused and clutched his arm as if he were the only solid thing in her world right now. The Alpha stopped outside his office door.

“You will both shift back to your human form. There are rooms down the hall, and the Omegas will bring you blankets and clothes. I understand this is your first time shifting back to human, so I will see you in my office within thirty minutes, do I make myself clear?” The silver wolf chuffed in agreement, and Clara looked at him with sad, soulful eyes. “Go,” he commanded her harshly. She flinched and retreated.

Joffrey’s father, Gamma Gregory, posted outside the office door, not allowing anyone, not even the Luna, to enter after him.

The Alpha spent the time alone, pondering his predicament. What was he going to do? Clara was clearly not their child. If she had been any other wolf, any other color wolf, he would celebrate and rejoice for having two daughters.

But she was a descendant of the cursed Blood Pack, and that made him cold inside. He, like many others, thought the Pack had long been exterminated, their blight and unholy powers removed from the land. Almost twenty years ago, he himself led the attack against the last Blood Pack warrior still standing. That wolf was aged, well past his prime. It took a pack of twenty of them to bring him down, and the only ones to walk away, the only ones that knew the truth, were he and his Beta.

Alpha Silverbriar shuddered at the memory.

His Beta, Charles, walked in and sat down in one of the two chairs positioned in front of the Alpha’s ornate cherry desk.

“What does this mean?” Beta Charles asked him.

“It means we were wrong,” Alpha Jason snapped. “That decrepit Gamma wasn’t the last one. It’s the Moon Goddess’s cruel joke, is what this means. That I would be the one to raise this… this abomination, is utter mockery!” He seethed.

“What are you going to do?” his Beta questioned him.

“I can’t let Clara continue as my heir,” he snapped. “If I had known…”

“There was no way to foresee this,” Charles commented supportively.

“Yet it could have been prevented,” Alpha Jason argued bitterly. “My only daughter should have been entrusted to someone other than an incompetent omega! Only the goddess knows what she has been through.”

Beta Charles remained quiet. A light tap on the door interrupted the heavy silence. Charles stood up, and Gamma Gregory opened the door, motioning the girls to enter.

A tall, exquisite young woman was the first to enter. She was wearing yoga pants and a fitted tee, wrapped in a baby blue blanket that accentuated her eyes. Clara followed slowly in after, her nose and eyes rimmed red from crying. A tug pulled at Alpha Jason, knowing just a few hours ago, he would have killed whoever would have dared to break her heart. The reflex to comfort her was hard to contain. His wolf still saw her as theirs.

We can’t, he reminded Felix, his wolf. She’s dangerous.

She is not dangerous to us, Felix snarled. She is our pup. Whether by blood or not, she is ours! Jason pushed Felix to the back of his mind. This was going to be hard enough.