Chapter4
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Today was another one of those stupid mating balls the council organized. They've been doing this for years and at first I had a little bit of interest, but now I see it's no use. It's been seven years, seven years since I came if age and almost eight since I took the throne, and eight since my mum died. I can still remember the look in her eyes she gave my wolf one final order as Luna,
'Protect him Klaus, protect my boy ' she'd used her last bit of energy with a sword coated with wolfsbane to order Klaus my wolf to take me away to protect me, I was frozen in my own body as Klaus took full control and ran. He shifted, taking us through woods at an incredible speed, we'd never run this far before. We had to get to my father and his army, it was a trick, they'd lured my dad out to the frontlines, it was a trick. The plan was to attack the palace, to kill my mom and me, to break my dad, they knew how much loosing a Luna queen destroyed an Alpha king. I was supposed to go with my father that day, to know more about rougues, how they fight, to see the battle first hand, but I didn't, instead I became a burden to my mom.
I was supposed to take my kingdom seriously, to learn the art of the sword, to learn battle techniques, but instead I wanted to be an artist just like mom, but id forgotten that she was an all-rounder, she'd been on battlefields and taken lives with the very hands with which she painted and played the piano. The werewolf kingdom thought their king ruled but in reality my mother was everything. She knew the kingdom's history like the back of her hand, and she played strategic moves in politics like it was child's play. She was my world, but she's dead because of me. My mom could have escaped alone, but I held her back. War was nothing like I had imagined, nothing like it'd been depicted in paintings. The blood was real and it scared me, I watched as she fought with everything that she had as she urged me to run, but I couldn't. She got hurt while she was distracted, but she didn't care. Klaus also tried to get me moving, he called out to me but I couldn't move, as much as I wanted to. If I could, I'd be helping mom out, but I couldn't.
Then met with my father, who despite the pain and agony of loosing his mate, waged his all, turning his pain into rage, into fuel for victory. For his mate, he killed his own brother. In a day his father had lost two people who he'd loved, his mate and his brother, who he'd never thought of killing despite his traitorous thoughts. He'd banished him a few years ago to protect him from the council, but that day he knew he had to end his life, not just as an act of revenge for his mate, as an way to salvation, if the council had caught him themselves, his death would not have been a pretty sight.
I thought of my baby sister Briella. She was so pure, the purest even, so innocent, she couldn't stand the slightest evil, she always saw the good in people. How would I face her, how would I be the brother she was most proud of, her dearest big brother — in her words — when I couldn't even protect our mother, what if they came for her one day, no, I will never let that happen, it was that day a good for nothing waste of a son, like me swore that I would never again be so useless, and so I locked away the chapter of my life filled with paints and canvasses. I would become a pillar for this pack and for the whole werewolf community. I trained in swords till my hands bled, and then of course my werewolf powers would heal it, I followed my dad to council meetings, learning political strategy, I engrossed myself in books about history at the library, even had a journal full of ideas to improve the kingdom.
And a few months later when my father began to show signs of getting weaker without his mates, I asked him to step down, I took over the reigns in the meetings at first and tho they were skeptical at first, my brilliant ideas and logical reasoning won them over, two months later after a few visits to neighboring packs and actual experience with wars, where i'd spent 2 weeks fighting war against the rougues and wiping the battlefield free from enemies, I even succeeded in making them sign a peace treaty after cracking down on the whereabouts of one of the biggest rogue groups, intimidated they'd signed it, rogues were always tricky and we knew they'd be back but it was still a first, it won me the admiration of many, and their support, so although I wasn't of age, they let me take the throne at seventeen. It took a few battles in the first two years of my reign to suppress, rebelling packs, and force them to swear their allegiance, but for the past five years, there has been less and less rouge sightings but zero attacks or wars have been reported so I'd say I'm doing a pretty decent job at all king don't you think?
'you know I'm starting to doubt your mental health ' Klaus says and I just roll my eyes at that, usual sarcastic bastard.
Oh, right, where where we? I was once enthusiastic about this mating ball, but damn, I've lost all hope I mean, damn, it's been...
That smell, I'm interrupted from my train of thoughts when I smell the most divine scent ever, a mixture of peaches, roses and sweet autumn breeze. I'm standing at the entrance of my mom's garden, I'd been inside watering it as I usually do when I'm annoyed, mainly because of this mating ball and the fact that I'd still not found her. But now I'm filled with hope as I walk along the the path trailing the scent, I was a bit confused though, guests never take this path, but then when I get to the bench and perceive a familiar scent I suddenly know the reason.
' Can you see that buddy, our mate is real, she's even met Avery, this time we're not imagining it ' I say to Klaus excitedly
'why the hell are you still here then, go get our mate you dumbass ' I couldn't be bothered to reply to his insults today as I hastened my steps towards the ballroom.
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