His Luna's Already A Luna

CH 2

Nick POV

He halted his team as they made their way down the valley. He had not scented anything other than the rogues and their captives, four of whom were from his pack. But his wolf sight had just picked up movement past the treeline, on the other side of the narrow valley before them, looked like a special unit, they were all moving in-sync with each other and he could clearly see they had a purpose, five to twelve not good odds.

The explosion of wood right next to his face startled the life out of him, his eyes moved towards it, a long black arrow was embedded into the tree trunk right next to his face, only 2 inches away.

‘ Goddess Nick’, his Beta Jeremy gasped, ‘nearly lost your head’

Nick’s eyes moved along the arrow to sight where it had come from, and there across the valley stood a small thin man holding a large compound bow. He was looking right back at him ‘go get him’. He sent down the mink-link to his two warriors.

He grabbed the knife from his leg holster and flung it at that small bastard with all his Alpha power, aiming to put it right through that man's eye. He was more than a little shocked to see him lean back and watch it go past him. His reflexes were indeed fast, watched as he took it from the tree, Nick couldn't help but smile at his handiwork.

He watched as the other man tested the weight of his blade, then it was flung back at him. Nick knew it was going to come up short, it was too low in the air already to hit him, this man needed more training...the blade was embedded into the tip of his shoe, right between his big toe and the next one.

A snarl came from Rip his wolf, angered by the second attack on him and his human counterpart, whoever this man was, was going to pay ‘Bring that mutt to me alive.’ He shot to his warriors down the mind-link, the two that were going to round him up.

He watched as the man turned while notching an arrow and shot one of his warriors. He knew it hit him due to the cry of pain that echoed in the valley. Then he was aiming at his other warrior, hadn’t let the arrow fly yet, turned and looked right at him. ‘ Oh I understand you mutt, but you’re mine now’. He was going to have a piece of that man. When his man didn’t back off, the arrow was released and he watched as his man was pinned to the tree behind him with an arrow through the hand.

Then another was aimed right at him, his intent was clear, fighting suddenly broke out in the valley. “ Go” he snapped to his unit, that bastard up on the hill would have to wait. He pulled the knife from his shoe, sheathed it and ran into the rogue camp in the valley and he and his unit started fighting against the rogues, just as were the other team here in the valley. He took down 3 rogues on his own. He saw three dead with arrows each, dead centre to the heart.

He and his men were now standing in front of the other wolves, five of them all dressed in black. He snarled at them and demanded to know what pack they were from and was informed by a man named Thomas, their leader. It was clear he was bigger and scented of Beta blood, he stated, the Half Moon Pack declared themselves as the pack's retrieval team and were here to rescue three wolves from their pack. The girls were now being released. His kidnapped females came over and bowed to him and thanked him for coming to get them ‘of course girls, go with Kevin ad Braidy, your safe now.’ and motioned for them to head back the way they had come.

Then he turned back to Thomas “That mutt of yours up on the hill...nearly took my head off.” he snapped angrily.

“That is their job, as our back up. To monitor and deter, don’t take it personally. You’re still alive, be thankful, our back up is not known for their mercy” his smile said it all, he was proud of his mutt and Nick would normally have been dead.

“If you’d been in wolf form, it would have been a kill shot.”

“Perhaps your mutt should know who the enemy is. Ask questions first. Shoot later.”

“In our line of work, that's never going to happen.” Thomas replied calmly, though he seemed quite amused at how ticked off Nick was. Not even bothered that he was being stared down by a massive Alpha and at 6 foot 10 inches, he knew he was imposing.

“Why isn’t your Alpha here to do this?” he was curious about that. Retrieving stolen pack members was, as far as he was concerned, an Alpha and his units job.

“We are a specialist retrieval team, this is our job, all day, everyday,” he stated simply.

“ There shouldn’t be much call for that kind of unit” he frowned. “is your pack under threat of she-wolf kidnappings often?”

“Not at all, but it does happen. We are also sent out to help other packs who are allied to us. Your pack would be?”

“Blue Moon Rising Pack.”

Thomas gave a low whistle, he clearly had heard of him and his pack and nodded “Far from home, I see.”

“Not as the crow fly’s,” Nick replied. “I suggest you keep your mutt on a leash.”

Then he strode off back up the hill. He would leave the mutt for now. He didn’t need any more enemy packs. . He made a point of stopping to get that arrow that had nearly taken his eye out. It was long and black with black feather ends, and the tip was silver, quite large and had 3 barbs. He noted that once it went in it wasn’t coming out in a hurry, would require a pack doctor to remove it, keeping a wolf at bay was its desired effect. Nick doubted very much that bloody mutt had been trying to take his eye out, it had been a warning shot only, he now understood, and the knife throwing just a game of I’m better than you.

He glanced around the woods and couldn’t spot the stupid mutt, but took great pleasure in snapping that arrow over his knee and tossing it on the ground. ‘ Come and get it mutt.’ he thought to himself.

As they headed back, his two warriors fell into step with them. “ Sorry boss, she’s a fiery one.”

“She?”

“Yeah, the mutt is a girl.”

Now that was interesting, a girl as a back up. He wouldn’t put a female wolf at risk by taking them to a rogue encampment where they took she-wolves and sold them on the black market. What a stupid idea. Another reason why he and his Alpha Unit dealt with this sort of thing personally, the stronger the unit, the better the odds of retrieval.

Not that this was something he had to deal with often. At Blue Moon Rising Pack everybody trained, no matter their rank, no one argued with him. Not after his Alpha Duel, when he and Rip had displayed just how powerful they truly were.

He’d had a few wolves defect to other packs after the Alpha Duel, but they were of no great loss to him, they had all been loyal to the previous Alpha and he had been glad to see them go, tail between their legs, fearing for their very lives.

“good sized warrior? Looked small from where I was.”

“No your right boss, tiny thing, you could probably bench press her one armed, even if she was soaking wet.” Phillip informed him with a wiry smile on his face. Nick could tell Phillip was impressed with her.

“Maybe 5 foot 8, lucky if she weighs 60kg, boss,” his other warrior, Rick, informed him.

“What's the mutt look like?” he asked, curious even more now, now that he knew it was a girl who’d nearly taken his head off and seemed only too happy to play, who could throw better. He doubted the knife had been miss thrown at all, exactly where she wanted it to go he was guessing, no wonder she’d tested the weight of it.

“Don’t know boss, she was all covered up, knives all over her too, at least a dozen and that bow?” Phillip gave a low whistle, “Nice indeed. Her quiver held at least 2 dozen arrows, all black. Damned fast and good instincts.”

“Hmm.”

“No pack seal on outfit though.”

Nick noticed his top warrior, Phillip, was rubbing his hand, “How bad is that wound?”

“It itches, but Hinkley is on it, not impressed about the silver tip on the damned thing, but it went right threw. I snapped it and removed it to save trying to drag it back through. Hinkley was not gonna let me any how.”

Nick turned to Rick, “how you doing?”

“ It's still in there, not a lethal shot. I don’t think she was trying to kill me, just a warning. Pack doc will have to remove it. So Mac is out of action at this point. He’ll be really cranky when he’s back boss. Hurts like a b***h though.”

“I’ll patch it at the cars. You want a tranquilliser to help with the pain.”

“No, Its fine.”

“They’re from the Half Moon Pack, just so you know, if you come across them later on and want a word with their mutt.” he replied, knowing payback would be on Mac’s list for being put out of action.

“Oh hey, I know a girl who moved there, years ago, before you took over, found her mate at a mating ball there.”

“Goddess, do they still do that?”

“Most packs do, Nick!” Jeremy laughed at him. “It’s the quickest way for multiple packs to find their pack members' mates.”

“It’s just a stupid excuse for a f**k fest in my opinion.” Nick shook his head.

His whole unit laughed at him, they all knew he didn’t have time to hunt out a mate that might never exist. So he never held mating balls and did not attend them either. He had better things to do, like keeping his pack safe, making sure it was strong enough to defend against attacks, rogue or rival packs alike. Strong enough to go in and over take the small packs to increase his pack territory and bring more strength to his pack.

If he came across his mate, yes he would claim her, mark and mate her and have her produce and heir, but he was in no rush and was not about to actively seek out some she-wolf who was going to sit around all day and do nothing, just need his protection because they couldn't look after themselves. He’d seen the last Alpha’s mate, a useless woman who spent the day ordering people to do things for her and lying around doing nothing.

Nick had already made the decision that he would choose a strong female warrior from his pack when he was about 35 or so and produce an heir with them. Not a Luna just and agreed upon mating to produce him an Heir for the pack. A contract child he liked to think of it.

One was all he needed, anymore than that, and there was a high possibility of fighting for the right to be pack Alpha and that could in turn completely ruin a pack. He should know he’d had two older half bothers, both dead now.

Nick didn’t particularly care whether the child was male or female. As long as it was his and had his blood flowing through their veins, he knew they would be strong. He also intended to put them into training the minute the child turned 5. He would train his child himself, make sure it could fight and lead properly.