The Moon Whisper

Chapter 4

What did the enchanter mean by “you’re at the verge of fulfilling destiny.”? the only destiny for an omega like me is a destiny of torture and pain and in most scenarios a careless death.

Destiny? No, no way. Destiny had never seemed to be friends with me.

“Odessa?” It was Lily who called.

“Yes?”

“Do you know that the life of a person can change in a moment?”

“What do you mean? Can you be clearer?”

“Go inside. The enchanter will explain it better.”

I went into the small house where the enchanter lived. It smelled of medicine, alcohol, spell books and somehow, magic. The rooms were small and most of them were filled with bottles and books.

“Sit.” She said gesturing at a small stool. She sat as she appeared to be preparing for a discussion.

“Tell me about you.”

“My name is Odessa. Odessa Flynn. My life is miserable.” I smiled for some reason I couldn’t tell.

“I am the omega of the Red moon pack, that’s means I am the least personality of the package . I am a young werewolf and I am yet to see why you would invite a weak feeble werewolf like me, claiming I have destiny to fulfill.”

“Odessa, who told you you were weak and feeble?”

I didn’t know what to say. I mean that had always been my life as a member of the pack.

“How did you become an omega?”

“I lost my parents during the moonfall massacre.”

“The moonfall m******e? That was about fifteen years ago.”

“Yes. I was seven when it happened. When I lost my parents to the Rivermoore pack, the Alpha Kane adopted me. Actually, he found me and took me into his home, at that time he was not the Alpha. He was just Kane. Then he was a better person. It all changed when the outsiders betrayed and killed his father.”

“He became more cruel, more wicked. He transferred all this aggression to the every foreigner in his pack and somehow that included me.”

“But you belong to that pack?”

“No. Only my mum did. My father didn’t.”

“Come closer let me whisper to you.” I did as she said, I shifted my stool closer.

“In your years of existence, have you ever heard of a lyrian wolf? Though they are believed to be extinct now.” She asked.

“Yes Ethel. But I thought they were just tales and stories.” Ethel fixed her gaze on my eyes and gave a a bright smile.

“No they are actually real. Let me tell you about them. They were not the first species of werewolves to exist. But they rose to become the greatest. History has it that in the early days of their existence, the members of their pack came out in their numbers to sing songs, howl and praise the moon goddess on the nights of the full moon” She paused and stared at me for a moment, then she stood up and went to pick a bottle from her table.

“The moon goddess was pleased with them. She was delighted in their praise so she blessed them with a gift, lyraeus- the spirit caller in some packs and the moonwhisper in others.Whenever they howled from their spirits, the moon goddess will send spirits to them to interact and jolly with them.” She paused, lifted the bottle, examined it and shook it.

I paid great attention to this story, but I just couldn’t make out why she summoned me to tell me stories of wolves that no longer exist.

“This made them special as the spirits were not just spirits of celebration, but were also spirits of war, guidance, protection. The moon goddess sent them based on the times and seasons”

“They became strong, greater than all the other wolves across other packs but this great gift of power earned them the envy of other packs. A Great War arose and hundreds of packs across Moonland went to war against the lyrian pack and overpowered them by giving them a poison that seized their howls. Many died, few went into hiding but it is believed that the very last remaining survivors died in the Moonfall m******e, where other weak packs were thrown into extinction”

“It has been revealed to me that you are the birth of a revolution. Take this elixir, drink it. It is the root of an emerald oak tree, it was used to identify a lyrian wolf in the times of a Great War.” She said giving me the bottle of liquid she held in her hand.

“Woah, could this be true?” This was Aria, my wolf. It seemed too much to take in. Me, a Lyrian wolf? I mean it was quite hard to believe that a mere werewolf like me could harness this power.

“Take, drink it.”

“How do I know that this really is true?”

“Well, the only way to know is to drink the content in the bottle.”

“And what happens when I do it?”

“My love, you ask too many questions and somehow you remind me of your mother.”

“Wait, so you knew my mother? Why didn’t you say this to me all this while?”

“Maybe I spoke too early. Yes, I knew your mother. As a matter of fact she was like a best friend to me. But that is not talk for this season Odessa, the future of this pack lies on this. Just drink it.”

My already established confusion grew even greater, this lady knew who my mother was, knows who I am and now believes that the future of the Red moon pack lies on my shoulder.

“How?” I asked sorting for a solution, at least one to all my many questions.

“You know, ‘how?’ is never a good enough question as ‘why?’. I saw in a dream some nights ago: the utter destruction of all the members of the pack from the foreigners to the indigenes and this destruction came from within the pack, a member of the pack whom no one had thought will betray the pack. This chaos remains unavoidable except you rise to your place as the savior of your pack.”

“Only your powers will be able to redeem this pack from the the disaster that awaits the pack.”

I took a long stare at the bottle, not sure what it was that I desired I took in a gulp.

“Drink everything.”