The Alpha Twins’ Possessions (The Wolves From The Agreement)

Alphas’ Things

The Blood Moon Pack, as its story goes, is a legendary Pack, known for being as ancient as it is - forever - undefeated. Their Wintry Wolves are like razors: sharp, cold and precise. They toppled the Golden Moon Pack empire in a one-day battle.

Blood was still smeared all over their armor.

The luxurious marble walls of the Golden Moon Packhouse were also covered in red.

The white wolves gathered all the still-living Alphas of the fallen pack into the most pompous main hall.

A courtroom was established with the Alphas beaten, chained and placed in the gallery in front of a semi-oval table.

All the royals of the fallen Pack were seated at this table, still in shock from their abrupt overthrow. The place had at least 3 types of bloody winter wolves, scattered all over: some like guards of the defeated soldiers, now clustered around the hall… some like silent, sparse shadow sentries… and others just watching the trial, their faces frowning like death.

They looked like ghostly ice spirits.

The Judge, a bald wolf, with shredded muscles and with fire in his eyes, is leaning back in a high chair behind the oval table with a disgusted face at a kneeling blond young man.

“Alpha Roshaaran, do you admit your guilt for these exposed crimes?” Drogorie, another wild werewolf with a bare, dirty chest spits his words savagely at the kneeling Alpha, leading the interrogation.

"I'm the Alpha of this pack, you can't touch me!" The young Alpha on his knees, with neurotic red eyes, is silenced by a punch to his bloodied face. His last scream, though, continues to echo down the hall: “The sun can NEVER be shut!”. It is followed by the noise of his nose and other things inside him breaking, which sounds so loud that even some of the biggest Alphas in the room flinch to it.

He falls and spits out some teeth.

If even big wild wolves around did that, the little princess Alpha Illaria could never avert the way she turned her face, even trying her best not to show any emotion beyond what her uncontrollably quivering body already did. Her father had always threatened to give her the worst beating of her life before every event she went to, if she failed him in public and proved to be a weak princess. Although this time he probably wouldn't last as long to punish her for it, when it's all over.

However, this time, she decided to do it as perfectly as possible, not for her father, but for herself and her pack. Besides the fact that if she allowed herself to feel anything right now, she would be completely panicked.

“Do you admit it or not?!” The attorney questions again when the guards around Alpha Roshaaran bring him back to his knees.

“I do not! I won't admit anything!!!" He's in a rage.

"So your sentence is set." This time it's the Judge who spits.

The attorney, Drogorie, grins so hard as he moves to pick up a big sword and the Judge sits straight reading aloud the crimes Roshaaran was guilty of and his sentence, formalizing the execution.

“Alpha Roshaaran of the Warren clan is found guilty of the abuse and rape of numerous female wolves, among them is found Alpha Nay of the 3rd Pathed Moon Pack, who he kidnapped, raped and dismembered with the help of his pack members. He is also accused of negligence and betrayal of the Agreement's premises and rules. Thus, from this moment forward, his life must be wiped out from all living lands, as well as his pack and its members. All who have sworn allegiance to him or his family must be doomed to the same fate.” The bald man finishes reading and the entire room becomes even more silent, as if everyone has even stopped breathing.

However, some of them no longer even breathed and not because of fear… as is the case with the most intense presence in the room, sitting on the opposite side of the accused royal members.

He is like a stone, a lifeless, breathless figure who watches the scene like a disembodied hero. He's so big, though, that it seems to take two of the other large wolves in the room to cover him. The gran-Alpha is about eight feet of pure muscle.

As big as some of his Wolf’s forms.

The Blood Moon Pack's Alpha, Alpha Zawyer, wears armor that likely still fits his Wolf in his Bestial form, even after he transforms in it, and it is making him even bigger than he already is. The armor is made of a thick black material with metal screws.

Long ash-white hair and yellowish eyes, a scruffy beard and a constantly irritated, at the same time, gelid expression.

His dreadful aura remains filling everything with a soundlessness threat, that all together makes no one capable or daring enough to even look at him.

In fact, all the noise that could be heard was just a satisfied chuckle from the swordsman Drogorie.

He waves his sword in circles in front of the beaten psychotic boy, who can barely open his swollen eyes now and mutters over and over:

"You can't...you can't..." he was still doing it, when with the sharp sword drawn, Drogorie detaches Roshaaran's head from his neck and his last-scream-interrupted echoes down the hall:

“THE SUN NEVER…!”

The executioner laughs at his job well done, while the parquet sighs silently and shockingly down the hall once the sentence has been served.

The headless body falls last, making a limp noise and splattering even more blood into the brightly lit courtroom.

Drogorie bends down and holds the blond-haired head in his hand.

The attorney still upholds a defiant smile on his face. He turns to the oval table and the only noise in the room seems to be his footsteps in the glistening pool of blood.

He arrives in front of the panicked Alpha Thive, a shaky blond old man, and throws the old man's son's head into his lap. The Alpha Thive cringes with a rumbling sound, his son’s head drops to the ground beside him and he does everything he can to keep his chin up, his face clearly terrified and exhausted.

"You'll never! You'll never have my Pack! You'll never have anything that's mine..." The old Alpha cries out and his voice cracks, remembering his son's fate and his decapitated head lying beside him.

“Alpha Thive, you can make the same choice as your son or you can do better…”

"Never! Don't touch me! Just behead me now! And I'm taking my entire Pack with me!!! You traitors! I won't let a single wolf live!!! Those weak! Pathetic wolves!" He screams as he is pushed by some guards to kneel in the pool of his son's blood.

"So the verdict is done, Judge Saath, let me get this over with" Drogorie says to the bald judge taking back his sword and wielding it.

"Yes, go on…”

"No!"

All heads turn to a small blonde figure standing up from the oval table. Luna Jana looks at her daughter with terrified eyes. She couldn't even imagine what those rabid, relentless wolves would do to an Alpha princess as defiant as she was, to make her pay for that behavior and all of her family's crimes. How much they would humiliate her and publicly assault her to make her pack’s morals and history completely destroyed! Just the thought of it made the Luna cry and desperately try to convince her daughter to sit down again.

Alpha Thive looks at his daughter angrily too, he never thought Alpha girls were worthy of attention and he doesn't think this is a place for a woman to speak. Even in his situation on his knees over his son's blood, he felt particularly offended by this attitude of her, thinking she could speak in the presence of her Alphas, so he roars at his daughter, as many others in the room do, after her petulant interruption.

Illaria holds her head high and grits her teeth, fighting not to let her voice shake when she speaks again, but more than that, she doesn't look at any of the angry wolves around her; she, in fact, looks straight into the forbidden area. She fights her own instincts to be able to fix her eyes on the motionless Herculean figure that abides inert in the far corner of the room.

His fiery yellow eyes fix on hers at the same moment she speaks again:

“I contest the lives of my pack members. But if you kill my father, they will all have to die…”

“Shut up, you stupid little girl! Don't put yourself in the middle of Alpha’s affairs! Sit down and don't you dare dishonor me now! We will all die and we will all die honorably to the end, say another word and you are no longer my daughter! I refuse you!!! And I hope they crush you completely, you've always been a disgrace to the Warren clan...! Argh..”

A guard cuts him off with a blow and Drogorie draws his sword, threatening to bring it down over his head.

“What is this Alpha girl thinking? How dare she interrupt a solemn session? And she talks like she has some authority here! Unbelievable…” An older, very white, wild-looking Alpha, Alpha Kourtn, who is watching the court, complains with a terrifying growl, "I could kill her right now." Without a doubt, he looks like death.

However, the bald judge intervenes quickly so as not to lose control of the courtroom.

“The former Luna and Princess Alpha will have their fate as it is set for traitors and doomed packs, they will be raped and broken in front of the rest of their pack members and then they will all be slaughtered. Now, Drogorie, finish his sentence.”

Drogorie just smiles and circles the sword in the air.

"Stop." This time it's the deepest, crackling voice ever heard in the room that interrupts and makes the entire place hang in midair. Drogorie himself freezes, just like everyone else. "Want to say something, Princess Alpha?"

Illaria remains standing even as all attention returns to her and the only noise seems to be her rapid breathing and heartbeat as she ponders what to do. She looks between her father on the floor, her mother begging her to sit down, the scarier and colder Alpha she's ever seen, and the chained and beaten Alphas of her pack watching the court surrounded by barbaric Wintry Wolves.

The princess swallows heavily as she turns her head up. Trembling, the very blonde girl looks straight at the most terrible and biggest Alpha in the room, where she knows the power and all their fates lie.

"Yes, I want." She does her best to stop breathing hard, so her voice doesn't crack and sounds as loud as possible. She swallows deeply again. "Alpha."

Everyone was silent as they saw her facing and heading her words towards the stone cold Wolf that no one dared even turn to his side until now. So Illaria just shifts to her father again, for she knew what saying those words meant: she was no longer of the Warren clan, not if it was up to her father to decide.

“Alpha Thive, you can deny me as your daughter, but I also deny some things here. I refuse to let my entire Pack die because of your pride. And I refuse to let them pay for my brother's sins. And I also refuse to see these Wolves do worse to my mother than you ever did! If you don't care and if you can't do anything, I need to be the one who will at least try! So I cry out for mercy, for I may have a better way to resolve this. Blood Moon Pack Alpha, I ask to speak with you privately for 5 minutes, if after that I still can't convince you of a better way to handle all this, I swear I won't say another word to whatever fate we're doomed to.”

The Luna cries silently trying not to start sobbing and receives one last, - but still dreaded, - infuriated reprimand from her husband, that after the last knockout session the guard gave him, he seems too off-the-earth to concentrate enough yet.

"My Alpha, with all due respect, what this insolent girl needs is to learn a lesson now, if you, my sire, will allow me to order it, I'm sure Alpha Kovach can calm her down in a second..." the Judge addresses Alpha Zawyer without really looking at him or taking his disgusted eyes off the girl who interrupted them. A younger Alpha with a red, shaggy beard, Alpha Kovach, growls in agreement.

Instead of answering, Alpha Zawyer stands up from his chair, and the room suddenly feels fuller than before, thicker.

“You have your 5 minutes. Follow me."

The Alpha King as an ice knight turns his back on the court and starts to leave the hall.

Illaria can't believe it actually worked, her breathing starts to get shaky again and she looks around at the two guards beside her.

A little hesitantly, she makes a move that she's going to leave and the two impassive wolves around her chair just take a step back. With that, she manages to get off the table as fast and steady as she can, stepping fast so she can reach the gigantic Alpha, but doing her best not to lose the nobility and confidence she knew she needed to maintain.

Then she strides her way down the central walkway out of the great hall.