The Luna of his Dreams

THE LYCANS

Silas watched his sister Lorelei sitting in a field, he’d never seen her this way. She was a different person, she was laughing and sitting in the dirt! Once she’d torched a pair of heels because a scuff could be seen on the heel..

She shot over a short lived glare to let him know she knew he was there standing in his office watching from between the curtains, then gone back to making faces at the baby boy in her arms.

They both felt the need to protect the children they found next to the creek. Probably the only thing they’ve ever had in common.

Kovah was about three maybe, she didn’t talk much just single words here and there. Eat. Drink. Mommy. Budda. That’s what she called the little baby that looked like her copy. They both had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and olive toned skin. There wasn’t much resemblance to the young woman, but they’d done a DNA test, she was their mother. The infant was about six months old and not quite sitting up yet. Lori called him Remy, Kovah only called him Budda. They were blowing dandelions into the warm summer air.

It had only been a couple of days but they’d attached to Lori like they were her own and she’d taken to them just the same.

Further searches proved pointless, she’d come from the North, that’s all that was known. There was a distinct scent on the young mother that was not her own. He hoped to find the wolf that left it some day. He’d remember it for the rest of his life.

“Alpha, a letter has arrived.” Said his Beta with his eyes wide.

That was strange, why was he making such a face?

“So, set it on my desk. I’ll read it later.” Silas replied still looking out at his sister and the children.

“It’s not that kind of letter.” Said Zain.

Silas turned to see what he meant. There was a black haired woman standing in the door way, she had some type of golden shine coming off of her and a tight leather dress that was much too tight and much too short.

She was a Lycan. They were always so over the top, like their scent and bad attitudes weren’t enough to let everyone know they thought so highly of themselves. Now they were painting their bodies gold too?

“I’m Astoria Rockland.” Said the Lycan with a strange kind of smile. It was something between a smile and a smirk. She was sure the name spoke for itself in some manner that meant much in her world.

Silas didn’t necessarily hates the Lycans, he just didn’t like the way they made up their own rules every time it became convenient. Usually they only showed up on werewolf lands when they wanted something that wasn’t theirs..

“Please — have a seat, Astoria Rockland.” He didn’t even try to hide the disdain he felt at her arrival.

“Relax Alpha Silvanas, I’m just here to invite you to a party! It will be a grand event, a true ball in every way! Only the most important will be there, you simply must come tonight. We insist!” She was smiling with her mouth, but her eyes seemed undecided. She was trying to determine if he’d accept or not.

“I’m called Silas.” They we’re both standing and staring. The silence was strange, almost chilling. It was becoming awkward. He coughed.

“What is this party celebrating, May I ask?”

“Life. Death. Anything you want to. We just felt it was time to mingle with the high ranking wolves. We haven’t done so in such a long time.”

“In other words, you’re bored.” The Alpha stated simply.

She laughed at his statement and smiled more brightly than even before.

“You know how it is, we live so long, you all do not. It seems like this pack and that pack is always changing it’s leaders. It’s hard for us to keep up!”

She had sleek black hair and brown eyes, but you could tell the golden tan she had on was not real; she was actually quite pale. He could tell by the skin peeping from inside her sleeves.

“I am quite busy dealing with pack business and our annual gathering is tomorrow.” He stated, trying to think of a good reason to decline.

“I’m inviting a lot of your kind, maybe you will find your mate? That is something you want right? Do you think she will just walk in one day out of the blue?”

The Lycan was making her case, before the mystery woman and her children had showed up it was all he thought about day and night.

“I’d be honored to attend.” He sighed.

“I’ll leave the details with your Beta.” She announced with some pep.

She was obviously very pleased with herself, with her head held high she smiled and nodded approvingly then turned to walk out.

He waited until the Lycan was out of the house to sit down at his desk.

“Alpha?” Called his Beta from the door.

“Yes.. Bring it in, let’s see these demands.” He replied.

Lycan parties were always over the top, it would be extremely up-scale with servants and fireworks. Some band would probably be playing, the King preferred classical music, if he remembered correctly.

His Beta Zain set a large invitation in front of him, it was white glossy card stock with gold trim. He opened the folder to see a list of invitees, example cards explaining what guests could wear. Black formal wear from head to your toes, that’s what they demanded. Only single werewolves and lycans were to come.. That was interesting, they seem to be playing matchmaker as well. It was at a vineyard near Tescaloo.

The Alpha had been there once when he first turned eighteen, his father had taken him to meet the leader of the lycans. Lycans all fancied themselves a sort of royalty, but the leader actually considered himself a King of all the supernatural beasts! It was ridiculous.. Of course they all respected them to an extent, mostly because they were ancient and wealthy. Wealth equals power, that was true in any society. The Lycans like to show off, even the way they had their estates set up reflected there arrogance. This one in particular had a main house that was the size of a castle, it probably is considered a castle, when you walked into the front doors there was a room nearly fifty feet wide with black and white marble floors. It was like one gigantic chess board. The walls were lined with famous art and ancient statues of warriors and beautiful women. At the back of the room was a stage draped with red curtains. The lycans loved to throw parties with fancy entertainment. The current Kings name was Ruslan, he was around two hundred years old but didn’t look a day over thirty. That was seven years ago, but he probably hadn’t aged at all.

Alpha Silas looked through the guest list, he knew a few fellow Alpha’s, but not their extended families. This list was mostly women, probably single sisters and daughters of all the current Alpha’s.

Alpha blood was worth much more than money or jewels in this world. There were at least one hundred and twenty werewolf packs in the world he knew of.. Some packs blended through marriages and rarely but on occasion a new pack would emerge.

He watched out the window while leaning back in his chair. Lori was gathering up the two small children, preparing to come in for dinner probably. Their cook was making roast for everyone at the pack house tonight. He was starving now just thinking about it.