Amaya's Reign

Queen Amaya?

The limousines stopped in front of the biggest mansion that Amaya had ever witnessed in her natural born life she knew they had slipped through a portal but she didn't know that this was how other wolfs existed. Yes they were still on earth but the ancestors before them had mastered magic some had retained the ancestral ways and she knew that some packs were more versed in magic than others. Anyway they were able to shift matter to different locations only the most high born were privy to the ways of magic the average werewolves weren't. Even though there had been rumors that some of the werewolves had started to be born with magical powers in her generation but she had yet to hear of anyone close to her like this so she never paid any attention to it. 

She stepped out of the limousines like everyone else and she filed in line she took out her invitation and she handed it to the door attendant he was taller than any werewolf she had ever seen before and clearly he was strong his muscles nearly took up the door frame and the door was one of those doors that had and left and right side to open. She knew that they were serious about security and she prepared to be on her best behavior she never wanted to shame her mother in the eyes of others. She stood her full height as she watched the guard at the door look at her invitation as she watched him read it she saw the words slide around on the paper but she wasn't quite tall enough to see what they were saying. Either way the guards face gave away nothing. He nodded his head to someone she couldn't see to the left of him and the next thing Amaya knew was she was being escorted away from the main doors and being led to a room before she could ask what was happening she was gently tucked inside the room and left. 

Amaya tried hard not to panic she stood still and started breathing deeply, she had her eyes closed so she didn't hear the older women in the dark green embroidered dress come in but she felt her presence and it was a heavy one. Amaya quickly opened her eyes and what she saw stunned her so completely she felt like her legs were going to collapse from up under her.  The older woman watched her silently and then she heard a voice in her head, quietly at first then she heard it louder, "speak child I won't hurt you." Amaya opened her mouth and nothing came out so she tried to reply to the voice in her mind. "Who are you?" The women smiled obviously pleased that Amaya her replied with her mind instead of her voice. 

Instead of replying in her head the woman chose to speak out loud leaning on the beautiful mahogany cane in her brown shiny firm hand, "I am your mother's mother child. You are my grandchild. Of course your mother has not told you of this because we do not speak." In her head she heard her grandmother say "Because she is willful and disobedient." Amaya bristled at the critique of her mother and she eyed the elderly lady with a dismissive eye. Her grandmother eyed her back and Amaya lowered her eyes she was not confrontational and she would not start now. "Just what I thought", her grandmother said. "Meek and weak. We come from one of the original werewolf tribes we can trace our ancestors all the way back to african shores. We are warriors, our werewolves are the fiercest, the toughest, fighting is in your blood."

Her grandmother sat in a golden plush chair that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. "Since we are one of the original tribes of werewolves we also have magic flowing through our veins. That is neither here nor there I see your mother has told you nothing leaving me to explain it all." The women who had just announced herself her grandmother said. "I detest your mother made you so unprepared, I trust she did at least educate you?" Amaya nodded her head "Speak up girl" "Yes ma'am I am educated." "Good. I am a woman who doesn't like to mince her words. Your mother was heir to my throne she chose not to accept it she ran off with you and now my dear you are to take her place. There will be no discussion of you not taking the throne. There will be no tantrums, no back sass. This is final, this is binding." With that Amaya felt like there was a hot piece of steel ringing itself around her right wrist when she looked down she saw an ancient tattoo coming out of her skin elaborate, beautiful, she stared in awe. She looked up at her grandmother and saw the same design but fading from her skin and tattooing itself unto hers. "It is the packs tribal mark and it is also an ancestor mark It lets those around you know you are high born, and royalty. Welcome to the throne, you have much to learn I hope you will be a quick study. You will also be taught to fight. Obviously you haven't found your mate yet. These balls can last up to three days for those that don't find their mates right away there are some strong contenders here. One thing you should understand about our pack is that the women and man are equal in strength and fighting status."

"I know that in other packs the man is always the leader and the woman the luna here it is not so and that's how it has been since the beginning. Your mate will make you stronger more fiercer you will see what I mean when you find him. He will be a king you will be a queen there will be equality. There are many from our pack here tonight fine strong warriors who will make fine strong warrior wolf cubs. Your mother has went over the woman's duties to her mate yes?" Amaya was tempted to shake her head but she answered. "yes ma'am" quietly "Speak up girl, are you afraid of your own shadow? Who has made you this timid and meek?" Amaya just kept her head down least she make the elder woman angry. She heard her grandmother get up and she lifted her head and the woman looked her straight in her eyes and it seemed as if she was reading her very soul. Seemingly satisfied with what she saw her grandmother grabbed her by her elbow and led her out of the room. "Time for you to mingle dear. Welcome to the rest of your life."