The Alpha Queen

"I can hear you, Pisces. Speak to me." The melodic voice of the moon goddess snapped Pisces from his train of thought. He was almost surprised by ability to read his thoughts but such was one of the powers of the moon goddess. The ability to read people. He was a warrior that moved like the ocean itself—fluid, unpredictable, and relentless. And as one of the Moon Goddess’s chosen warriors, he wielded a blade forged from lunar steel, its edge shimmering with the power of the cosmos. His armor, an intricate weave of moonlight and stardust, that shifted like liquid metal, adapting to his movements with ethereal grace. Though, he appeared brute and hard as every warrior should appear with a force as deadly as a tempest, beneath his calm, almost serene exterior lied a soft heart. It was why he stood behind the moon goddess at the moment, observing the peril of the young wolf through a mirror as wide and beautiful adorned as the gates of eternity itself. They'd watched as her so called mate and his family butchered hers while leaving her for dead. Pisces was the kindest of all the moon goddess' warriors and the softest. It took everything in him to will himself to stand still and watch just as the moon goddess watched. It wasn't an act of cruelty, it was the way of things. The divine couldn't meddle in the affairs of men. They could render help but they could not intercept or fight in their battles. It was the turmoil in his heart the moon goddess felt and reflected on. With a sigh, he replied. "Sometimes I forget how cruel your creations can be most times. I forget that the only thing mortals are quite adept with is cruelty. And it saddens me that there is little to nothing we can do to change such act in them." The moon goddess turned from the watcher's mirror and looked at him. She stood as a being beyond mortal comprehension, yet breathtaking in her divine form. Her presence both ethereal and commanding and when she moved, her silver-white hair cascaded like liquid starlight down her back, shimmering with an iridescence that moved with the ocean. Her eyes, twin galaxies of glowing silver, hold the wisdom of eternity, capable of seeing into the hearts of all creatures, including his. Her skin, pale as moonstone and adorned with faint celestial markings, seemed to glow softly, as if she carried the essence of the night sky within her very being. A crown of crescent moons and twinkling stars rested upon her brow. Around her wrists and ankles were bracelets of astral light that pulsed with the energy of the cosmos, a testament to her boundless power. She was draped in a flowing gown woven from midnight mist and silver threads, her very presence commanding reverence. When she moved towards him to rest a palm on his cheek, the fabric moved like the tides, rippling as though stitched from the whispers of the wind and the dreams of those who pray to her. When she smiled at him, it felt like the moon was basking him with it's ethereal light. It's purest of light. And when she spoke, it struck a chord in his heart, giving him the peace nothing could give him. "I know you might consider me unfair, maybe evil for making you stand with me as we watched the little wolf's family get slaughtered by her supposed protector and companion." "Consider you evil?" Pisces eyes widened as he fell to his knees. "I'd never dream of it. From the dawn of time, you have watched over the shifting tides of fate, reflecting the past, present, and future in their endless depths. You are more than a deity—you are the mother of the night, the weaver of destiny, and the eternal heartbeat of the supernatural realm. A fierce, protective, and unwavering in your love. You feel every howl of pain, every whispered plea, every heartbeat of the creatures under your domain. To the werewolves, you grant strength in battle, wisdom in leadership, and the sacred bond of mateship—a love as eternal as the moon itself. But to your most elite warriors, the Zodiac Guardians, handpicked from the strongest souls across the ages. To them, you grant celestial power, a divine purpose, and a connection to the cosmic forces that govern existence. Though you watch from the heavens, your presence is never absent. You move through the night like a whisper on the wind, like the glow of the moon against the darkened sky. You are the force that steadies the lost, the light that leads the fallen home, and the storm that obliterates those who threaten her creations. But even in all of that, the mortals you're sworn to protect and love handicap you. There's little you can do for them when they have the gift of choice. They can choose to accept the love you show them and replicate it or choose to ignore while they show cruelty. It's not your fault and I'd never blame you for that." He said. The moon goddess smiled at his response as she lifts him to his feet and palms his cheek till his eyes are leveled with hers. "You're such a poet," She giggled. "But there is truth in your words. There is little to what I can do to change the mortals. They hold one of the most powerful gift in the cosmos. The gift of choice. But there is something we can use against that. Influence." A spark of mischief lightens her eyes as she turns back to the mirror of eternal watch. "We can influence certain things in their world, such as their actions or outcomes. Do you see what I see, Pisces?" She asked. Ever the strategist, Pisces quickly catches on the the moon goddess' tactics. "And will you help me?" A small smile tuged at his lips. Pisces was not just a warrior of steel—he was a warrior of spirit. His power lied in the balance between ferocity and mercy, between destruction and healing. Where he walked, the battlefield was both a storm and a sanctuary. Those who stood against him drowned in his wrath; those he protected found solace in his light. And this dying wolf had won nothing but the protection of a great warrior. Tapping into the pool of his celestial power, Pisces launched himself at the mirror of eternal watch with his eyes closed. The moment he made contact with the surface, he felt like he had been submerged into a pool of freezing water. Pushing through every barrier with everything he had, he finally broke through, releasing a gasp for air. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his divine form but in furs. He was a werewolf. Rain poured heavily on him in the mortal world, the earthy scent of wet soil filling his nostrils. In his lupine form, his rich cream-colored fur glistened under the storm's onslaught. His keen brown eyes scanned the surroundings until they found her—lying crumpled beneath a mahogany tree. Even with his heightened senses, her heartbeat was faint, barely audible over the rain. He approached cautiously, each step heavy with the weight of his purpose. She was a heartbreaking sight up close. Her golden-brown hair, once vibrant, was now a jagged, matted mess, stained crimson with her own blood. Her torn gown, soaked and sullied, clung to her broken body. She had lost so much blood that her survival seemed impossible. Raising his snout and placing it on her forehead, Pisces closed his eyes and howled. The howl spoke of pain, it spoke of sorry, it spoke of hurt and of death. But there was always a balance, it also spoke of joy, of happiness, of peace, of life. A glowing purple light shined bright within the little wolf as she inhaled sharply and jerked back to life. A single tear rolled down her bloodied cheek, and she whispered hoarsely, "I should have done something." Immediate, she fell unconscious again. Pisces heart ached as he stood over her fragile form. "I’m rooting for you, little one," he growled softly. "You’re going to win this." As the rain continued to fall, washing away the blood and grime, Pisces remained by her side, a silent guardian. Somewhere in the heavens, the Moon Goddess watched with a knowing smile, her faith in this broken she-wolf unwavering.