Wounded Luna

It was a dark and stormy night, thunder and lightning tore across the sky and the rain pelted his skin, it was a terrible night for this ritual, but he had been waiting for 3 years for this blue moon, and he didn't want to wait 3 more for the next one Fenrir Darkwolf the 26 year old Alpha of the Moon Glade Pack, one of the largest and wealthiest packs in North America. He with the coven of Wiccan's that lives in the forest on his territory. the High Priestess of the coven Ruth May Anderson, is his maternal grandmother and his only living relative. Tonight is the blue moon, and the coven is using its power to preform a special ritual to help Fenrir find his mate, it's been 8 years since he came of age, and 10 since he became Alpha after his father the former Alpha was killed in pack war, with the Iron Wolf Pack. "Are you sure, Grandmother, that it needs to be a blue moon, couldn't you use any full moon" Fenrir asked the Wiccan High Priestess. Ruth looked at her grandson, reached up and flicked his forehead. "Don't argue with your elders, boy. I'm not getting any younger, and I want great grand pups before I die, and your pack needs its Luna, so unless you want that chosen mate the elders are trying to push on you, shut up and get in the circle. besides blue moons are special, and have special power, so no, a regular old full moon won't work."she tells him "You die, impossible, you're to stubborn to die, old woman." Fenrir teased his grandmother with a smirk, and stepped into the circle. Ruth had gathered a full circle, 13 Wiccan's for this ritual, the oldest and strongest members of her coven, and even then, she knew there was no guarante this ritual would work but if it did, Fenrir's mate would find her way to him within the next week. Ruth got into her position at the head of the circle and joined hands with others, and they began to chant in the tongue of witches. nearly 20 minutes later the storm died down and the clouds parted just enough for the light of the blue moon to illuminate the clearing, as the ritual ended. another minute later the storm was raging again. "well, I'm going to take that as the Moon Goddess, saying our ritual worked." Ruth clapped happily, the 73 year old Wiccan High Priestess, could have passed for being in her mid 30s, like most supernaturals Wiccan's aged significantly slower than humans. "Now, boy, go find your mate and give me, great grand pups already. Fenrir chuckled and shook his head. "You are impossible, Grandmother, you know that." he says giving her a tight hug "Stop that, you smell like wet dog." Ruth grumbled, but hugged him back all the same. "Besides, I'm your grandmother, im supposed to meddle in your life, now go on get, its late, cold and wet." she shooed him away, and joined the rest of her coven returning to their small forest village. "I do love that old bat," Tor, Fenrir's Wolf spoke in his mind. "Doesn't even care that she talking to us like we are some petulant child, and not the Alpha of one of the mightiest packs." "Do you think, the ritual worked?" Fenrir asked his wolf. "How should I know, stupid human, aside from the blood binding rituals we use to pass titles and bring members into the pack werewolves can't use magic." Tor retorted. "Fair point, do you mind if I jog back in human form, running helps me think, and it will delay the amount of time it takes to get back, I'm sure Jessica is waiting." Fenrir replies and started jogging. "Please do, I can't stand that shewolf" Tor growled. "do we have to mate her if we can't find our mate, she will be a terrible Luna, her scent is just, yecch, why does she cover herself with horrible dead flower spray, and she is a complete b***h, especially to the omegas." Fenrir slowed his pace. "She's the granddaughter of one of the supernatural council members, its called perfume, and she's an Alpha born, so she would give us strong pups." Fenrir points out with s heavy sigh. "but your not wrong, and honestly the thought of marking and mating her makes my stomach churn, and while the pack is nice to her, out of respect, its clear she's not well liked. Beta Marlene and Gamma Emily despise her, those three will never be able to function as cohesive Luna unit" Fenrir surmised. "she has a pretty face, and nice rack, i guess but otherwise she nothing special either, i don't think she's ever trained during her time here, and Zara, her wolf, I don't know, she just doesn't do it for me" Tor says. Fenrir laughs heartily. "How can you tell she has a pretty face, she puts on more makeup than a clown." Both Fenrir and Tor have a good laugh at that thought, as he continued to jog. then Fenrir felt someone trying to mind link him, so he let down his mental wall. "Fen, the border guards up in the northwest, reported a suspicious scent crossing the border, but because the rain they having a hard time with identifying and tracking it" the voice of Jason his Beta report through the mind link. "Awesome, is it a rogue" Fenrir replied with a bit of annoyance at the situation. "They're not sure, the report said the scent was weak and wrong" Jason told him "f*****g wonderful, I'll head that way, but it'll take me about 30 minutes to get there, and with this rain the scent will be washed away before I do, mind link all patrols to be extra alert." Fenrir replied "Will do boss" Jason confirmed and cut the link. Fenrir shifted into Tor, and let him take over running. Tor was a massive wolf larger then a horse, with raven black fur and green eyes. once they arrived at the northwest border and located the patrol he shifted back and caught a pair of shorts one of the guards, Rocky, pulled out of a pack and tossed him. "Rocky, what's the situation?" Fenrir asked "honestly Alpha, we aren't entirely sure, we picked up hints of scent, and found a few washed out tracks, but we weren't able to determine a direction, and the scent was just wrong, muddy, but not the rotten scent of rogue, at least it didn't smell like that too me, so if it's a rogue, they likely haven't been one for long." Rocky reported Fenrir rubs his chin."I don't suppose you picked up a pack scent, either." "No, Alpha, the scent was to muddled, im positive it wasn't human, but unfortunately that's the best I can give you." Rocky told him "alright, sweep the area one more time just in case, then hit up the guard station, warm up and grab some coffee, but stay vigilant." Fenrir ordered and headed back towards the packhouse. "You suspect this is Iron Wolf Pack?" Tor spoke in his mind "At the annual alpha conference last month Alpha Mason was acting strange, he was more agitated than usual, and in a rush to leave and get back to his pack" Fenrir reminds his wolf. "our packs are only about a 6 hour drive apart, and we have long been enemies so I don't want to dismiss that possibility" "That's a fair point, human, we should increase patrols, change the pattern and rotation schedule" Tor agrees and suggests Fenrir mind links his Beta "Jason, I want to add an extra patrol, and charge the rotation and schedule for the next few weeks, just in case." "you think something is going on?" Jason asked "nothing concrete, but it won't hurt to extra careful for a bit" Fenrir replied "I'll take care of it" Jason confirmed and cut the link Fenrir returns to his jog back too the packhouse, as he neared the detached garage, he picked up a wiff of a strange scent, vanilla and fresh baked cookies maybe, though it was muddled and wrong, and it put Tor on edge. he heard a noise in the garden shed, and got ready for a fight as he moved to investigate, he opened the door and someone attacked him, someone small like a child maybe. he managed to grab them by the wrist and restrain them against the wall of the garage, it was girl, maybe 4'9" partly shifted, ears, teeth, claws and tail, and she seems feral, her body covered with injuries, and she's wearing what looks to be a tattered burlap sack. her scent is off, like really off. "I order you to calm down little girl" Fenrir says in his Alpha tone however she just snarled venomously and kept trying to fight him "Jason, outside, garage, now bring the tranquilizer gun, female possibly feral maybe 100 lbs" Fenrir shouted through the mind link and cut it off with out waiting for a response so he could focus on restraining this girl without hurting her. Fenrir could feel the faintest tingling sensation in his hands where he was holding her wrists, and she definitely smelled like vanilla and cookies, but something else something very wrong, but he could think about that right now, a moment later a trank dart, shot into her neck and a few moments later she was out "what the f**k, man?" Jason asked as he ran over. "that's what I want know, who is she and how'd she get this far into pack territory, unnoticed." Fenrir said picking up her limp body. "mind link Doctor Lynn, tell her we have a special case guest, coming in, high security room. bed restraints, blood work, the works." he ordered and headed around the front of the garage and set her into the passenger seat of an open top jeep, before getting into the driver seat and driving in the direction of the pack hospital. "Tor is this girl..." Fenrir started to ask his wolf.