Chapter 5: The Prophecy
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Kael's POV
Years had passed, but Bloodstone had not healed. Somehow I blamed myself, I mean who else was to blame for everything.
I had told myself that time would smooth everything out. But that was a bitter lie. I lied to myself and my wolf about Averia.
I had known only body but now my wolf craved her and the Luna I was forced to pick, she couldn't fill in her gap.
I remember the night I took her virginity. He moans and how it made my wolf feel warm. I was a fool to think that I could keep my wolf satisfied with someone other than his mate.
But worse of all I had believed that strength alone could hold a pack together. I had enforced rules harder, punished more, and ruled with an iron grip that never loosened. I assumed that I could keep the pack together but it didn't.
On the surface, Bloodstone still bowed to me. Heads still lowered. Orders were still obeyed. But beneath it, things had been breaking. Things beyond my control. Things I wished I could control.
It all started with my wolf. I had felt it first in my wolf. He had stopped resting. He had paced at night, restless and sharp, snapping at shadows that were not there.
Sometimes, in the middle of meetings, rage had flared so suddenly it left my vision dark at the edges. I clenched my jaw and forced it down every time. An Alpha did not lose control. An Alpha did not c***k.
But no matter how hard I tried to control my wolf and what was bothering it, it still slipped.
“Kael, what is the solution?”
I questioned myself but I already knew the answer was one name and one name alone. Averia.
Still, the borders had weakened. Patrols had reported strange movements near our land. Old allies had delayed responses. Messages had gone unanswered longer than they should have.
Things were out of control. But it was worse inside Bloodstone. The challenges had increased. Younger wolves had begun to question orders. Betas had argued more openly. Respect had started to thin.
The elders had noticed. They had called meetings behind closed doors, voices low and tense.
I had been summoned more than once, forced to stand while they spoke in circles, pretending they were not afraid. Then one night, everything shifted.
***
“You asked for my presence”
I said as I appeared before the elders.
“Yes. We found something that might serve as the solution to your problems”
If this was a year back I would have been hurt but I wasn't. My pride had acknowledged that I needed help.
“Go on”
I said as I rested my hand on my temple.
“An ancient record has been uncovered. It's so old that you have never been taught its contents.”
The elders had brought it out with shaking hands, parchment cracked with age, symbols burned deep into the skin. I was so curious and wondered how this record could help me?
“Okay. Where is this going?”
They handed it to me as I read it. It had spoken of Bloodstone’s founding. I grazed through it till I saw it.
It read: “Of a Luna born of Noctyne blood, bound by fate to the Alpha, not by choice or ceremony, but by the land itself. Without her, the pack would rot from the inside out. Borders would fall. Wolves would turn on one another. The Alpha would rule, but never truly lead”
I had known the name before they said it. It had been on my lips but never did I say the name.
“Averia.”
The room had gone silent when the truth had settled.
The elders had looked at me differently then. Not as their Alpha, but as the man who had broken fate and called it control.
I looked at them as I was fully aware of what this meant. What I had done years ago was a mistake and now I was paying for it.
“She must be brought back,”
One of them had said quietly. Not begged, not demanded, stated.
I had wanted to refuse, my pride didn't want to give in. Even as every instinct had screamed to deny it. Yet my wolf had surged hard at the thought of her name, pain and hunger mixing into something I could not ignore.
“Send the words and the message. She must be found”
I said at once. The summons had been sent. Feeling like I had given into their demands once more.
Wotrc had got out. They had searched for her. The neighboring Kingdoms and packs but she had not been found.
I was beginning to feel like I had failed not even myself but my pack. The very pack that made my debt my wolf of it desires by rejecting her.
“What do you mean you can't find her?”
I was angry but the anger wasn't mine. It was my wolf. It hungered for her in ways I could not satisfy it.
I had denied her the thought of her for years only to feed it with the hope of her coming. The hope that had slowly vanished. Then I asked myself –what if she was dead. There was a possibility.
I was aware of how ruthless the wolves outside there were. But if she was dead my wolf wouldn't behave like this.
I had given up. There was no point. I was damned and so was my pack. The mistake I had made, could not be reversed at this point.
Everything changed when she brought herself back to me.
***
I could perceive her scent and it was stronger than I imagined. Just then the realization hit me, she was not far.
Her scent had been calm. Steady. Strong. Layered with something else that made my chest tighten. Confidence. Distance. Power earned, not given.
My wolf had been pushed to excitement and had subjected me to look for where she was against my own will. I stood up raving around and searching, just then as I got outside, I saw her standing in front of the pack house.
She lifted her head and met my gaze without flinching. The bond had slammed into me like a wave. She was. Alive.
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