The Handicapped Luna

Chapter 17 Charge

We've been home for a few days now. Between the morning sickness and the naps, I've been setting up my campaign for change. I've written an email for the Alphas. Jalen has given me a list of fifty regional Alphas. Jalen and I are over everyone. But we have regional Alphas for needs like mine. My email contains, with the help of Elder Brock, the original traditions we are meant to uphold.

To All Alphas,

Selene was our well beloved Moon Goddess. She loved her people so much that she gave us power over our bodies. And the strength like herself. And so our wolves were born. Diligently and without fail, we would be mighty. She has written us all a story. One that shall unfold and lead us to our destiny.

Over time, we have certainly lost our way as her children. Elder Brock and I wish to remind you of our most sacred of traditions and morals. These morals were passed down by Selene. And they embody the directions to our stories.

1. As humans, we should have the most control. Our wolves act as guides.

2. Fated to us is a mate whose will and heart will lead us to an ultimate story.

3. Chosen mates have a place in this world. If Selene sees fit, she will oblige.

4. Once a mate is established, you are to remain true and committed.

5. Rejection of your mate can always come with consequences.

6. Without abstinence, you may find your heart cheating.

7. Be discreet as a wolf child. Our secret is as great as our power.

8. Selene only bestowed these powers for a long, hearty life. Wealth, s*x, dominance over humanity, or complacency has no place

9. Do not wage war against your brothers, or you wage war against Selene.

10. Follow these, and you will reach your destiny. After your final trial, you will finally come to rest at the feet of her true divinity.

Over the course of the next few months, I, your Queen, will be making my way around the world to see who has fallen behind. I will reward those who embody the way Selene expects us to live. Behind, and you will know the wrath a crippled queen can unleash. Goddess has granted me this task because we are a fallen nation. It's time to remember the true glory we were bestowed.

Your Queen,

Octavia Raylen Malcolm

Taking a big breath, I hit send. I close my laptop and get dressed. Today, I will take a short walk with Samantha to the training center to see the young recruits' project. Today, we meet the ones with special abilities. These may or may not have wolves. But, they show dedication with both school curriculum and fighting. They also maintain a desire to work with the guard.

The doctor says a short walk will be good for me and the baby. Just don't strain myself. He also said, "I seem to be depleted of energy a lot faster than some." So, I want to get this meeting over and come home to rest. This group is being brought by bus. It's a school and pack leader corporation. Lunch is provided by the pack house.

Samantha is waiting at the door for me. And we cross arms informally like school girls. The "honeymoon" brought us shockingly together. I never had a girlfriend like her and Ariana before. It's still new.

"Girl, I heard they made burgers. I can't wait. I'm starving." Samantha is giggling.

"Please, eating for two here." I giggled now. People started to come into view, so we straightened up. Jalen said I still need to show the decorum of a queen. Samantha falls gently behind.

The bus drives by turning into the training center. And I get butterflies. This is the first time I'll have to officially speak out like a queen. I'm going full tilt onto dedication for my destiny.

I reach the parking lot with Samantha still right behind me. I feel a link from Jalen. He can feel my nerves and wishes to remind me I can do this. The kids are lining up by the door. As I walk by them, they are smiling. A teacher looks at me and greets me.

"My queen. Beautiful day for exciting new beginnings."

"Yes, it is. Goddess smiles on us."

I walk in and find the auditorium. There's a section of bleachers where chairs are set up and marked off in front. I'm to be seated in the middle. Samantha retrieves me some water, and I sit down.

Preston and Ariana come in after a few minutes. They are in fighting gear that's been custom designed. It's gold and black with a small patch in the corner that says, Golden Moon High Guard. They look amazing.

"Good morning, everybody." Preston greets as the last of the kids sit down. "I'm glad to see everyone here. This is the first meeting for you all to start early guard or warrior training. You've all been picked for your exceptional maturity and capabilities. Your training will be more focused and more driven than anything you will ever do in gym class. And you will graduate having a head start in his majesty's guard. But, before we start, Queen Octavia will speak to you all."

I stood up. "Hello, everyone. I've got a few questions for you all. Who here knows who Selene is?" Almost everyone raised their hand. I chose one. "You?"

"Selene is the supposed name of our Moon Goddess."

"Good job. Selene is her name. I won't ask anyone to repeat them. But do we all know the 10 laws of Selene?" They nodded their heads. "What's number nine?" Again, I pick eager hand.

"Don't wage war against your brothers, or you wage war against Selene."

"Very good. But, this is odd. Why do we train guards? We aren't supposed to wage war." Some people look up, and I've clearly gotten their attention. "Selene has given us a set of laws for guidance. It's not supposed to be optional. However, she does give us some control. That being said, within those same laws, she gives us the subtle hint of choices. Like a chosen mate. But, she also tells us she may oblige. What I want you to take out of this is that she gives us these laws. She intends for us to follow them. But, we all have choices. Sadly, many go too far. Sometimes, whole packs go too far. Never wage war, but she also gives us the strength and capabilities to fight. There are two obvious reasons here why. First, whole packs may go too far. For many reasons, maybe we need to fight back. Lastly, law number seven... Discretion. We don't really know how a human would react to us. So, we should stay discreet. But, we have the ability to protect ourselves all the same. Please, learn how to be part of the Guard. Fight, get strong. Be the fiercest and strongest among us. But, always remember control and discretion. Thank you."

I turned and walked out. And heard Preston start explaining how this would all work out. But, I wanted food, and I needed a nap. So, I grabbed a burger with Samantha, and we walked back.

"You did good. If I had to give criticism, then I'd say calm down. You were so nervous. You may have over explained a little."

Good thing no one was watching me eat like a pig. I replied with a mouthful, "A good queen takes her criticisms well. And then strives for better." We both giggle.

We both went upstairs. I went and took my nap.

Jalens POV

I'm on the phone with Maxwell Valex. He is setting new heights for his pack. Expectations his father would have never cared about. His father is being held at the Elders compound. Maxwell is understanding and doing great.

"That's great. We need as many packs as we can setting an example for Octavia's devine mission. Okay, I'll check back up soon." I hang up and tune into Octavias head. She's sleeping.

"She's strong, my child."

"Yes, she is. Wait, what?" I turn around in my seat. There's a woman standing in the darkened corner. She's got black hair rolled up tightly. There's a silver crescent on her head like a tierra. I bow down. "My Goddess."

"She is strong, and she may be able to do it on her own. But, there's no reason you couldn't be a part of this too. Jalen, you've proved to be the king I knew you could be. Benjamin would have been good. But, despite the great pup, I sensed him to be. He was a lover more than a fighter. I needed someone to follow and lead my Silver Child. Octavia needs both. That's you, Jalen."

"You mean you even set up how Benjamin fell for Amanda. I mean, you really always do have a plan." Like a mystical speaker, the words I had with Otavias former Alpha, played. "I'd be the judge of that. The Moon Goddess knows what she is doing."

"I'm going to give you your own gift now. One that is fit for a King of all alphas." She walked forward coming out of the darkened corner. And she placed her hand on my shoulders.

And, I woke up in the darkened room of my office. Wow, weird dream. I walked down the stairs toward the kitchens for dinner.

I heard someone say something about Octavia that stopped me in my tracks.

"I don't care if she's the Golden wolf of Narnia. Why Jalen would allow himself to be mated to a legless human is beyond me."

I roared, "Who said that?"

I made several people jump. Everyone was looking at me. Talking. But, no one's mouth is moving. Beatrice, the oldest Omega cook, was concerned and decided to check on me. I turned to her as she was walking to me.

"Your grace, are you alright?"

"Um."

I heard her mind, "I wonder if I should offer to make him a stiff drink."

"I'm fine, Beatrice. Thank you. Just a sandwich, maybe."

"Right away."