The Werewolf Priestess

Chapter 2 Carter

I woke up with the sun. I put on a tank top, sweater and a pair of shorts and made my way downstairs. I paused for just a moment to look in the room Claire was staying in. She was sound asleep sprawled out on the bed. She must have been really tired from all her traveling. I continued on my way to the kitchen.

I made some eggs, bacon and pancakes. I put some on a plate for Claire with a note. Explaining that I had gone for my morning run and would be back soon. I scarfed down what I grabbed for myself and left to go on my morning run. I met up with John and Tara at the border of our land.

“Morning Carter,” Tara greeted me.

“Morning you two. Are you ready to begin our patrol?”

“Hell yeah,” John answered.

“Oh, by the way John, you cannot use your power on new comers.”

“I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t a threat to our pack.”

“I understand that but as Alpha don’t you think I know better than to bring a threat into our territory?”

“Yes but in my defense when she crossed our border yesterday you went off to meet her by yourself and you brought her clothes and fed her.”

“Yes but she’s not a threat. She was alone. And she already has trust issues,” I paused for a moment. “ And she’s my mate.”

“OMG that’s great, “ Tara said, cutting in.

“Yeah but the problem is I don’t know what she is exactly… she smells vaguely like a wolf even after her shower but it is so faint that I think there’s something more to it.”

“Well I can always get it out of her,” John said.

“No, as your Alpha I expressly forbid you from using your power on her.”

“Then why do I even have it?”

“You know why we were blessed with extra powers.”

“Carter, you can’t just ignore the sacrifice your sister made during the war of the rogues,” Tara interjected gently.

“I’m not ignoring it Tara,” I snapped. “I just don’t want to scare her ok?”

“Okay. Let’s start our run.”

“Fine,” I replied, as we phased.

“So how are you going to bring it up with her,” Tara asked, as we ran.

“Gently.”

After we finished our run I went back home. I walked in to Claire eating at the counter.

“Good morning,” I said, greeting her.

“Morning. I just wanted to say I’m sorry if I overstepped by asking about your sister last night.”

“It’s fine,” I paused for a moment. Telling her the story might be a good way of gaining her trust. “Do you really want to know what happened to her?”

“Only if you want to tell me.”

“Well to start I have to tell you everyone in my village is either a werewolf or is a human mated to a werewolf,” I paused waiting for a reaction.

“Ok,” she said slowly, almost like she was skeptical.

“I can phase after I tell you the story if it’ll help you believe me.”

“No, that’s okay. I believe you,” she said.

“Okay. Anyway, about ten years ago my village was at war with a very large pack of rogue wolves. My sister held the spot of priestess-”

“Priestess,” Claire asked.

“Yes, so in my pack there is the Alpha, that’s me; the Beta, that’s John; the Luna, that would be my mate; and the priestess, that is the person deemed worthy by the moon goddess to receive her messages. So ten years ago my father was the Alpha, his best friend was his Beta, my mother was Luna, and my sister was the priestess,” I paused letting her take in the information I had just told her.

“So do you have a priestess now,” Claire asked hesitantly.

“Not since my sister. The goddess hasn’t chosen anyone.”

“Oh, how is someone chosen?”

“There will be a change in the person when they walk into the temple of the moon goddess.”

“Oh ok.”

“Anyway, we were at war about half of our people were dead or close to. My sister went to the temple to ask the moon goddess for guidance. The goddess told her she could give our people powers if my sister was willing to sacrifice herself on the offering table. My sister came to my parents and told them what she was told. My sister was told not to do it. That it wouldn’t be worth it. She returned to the temple to think about the offer. When she did the goddess offered her a vision of what would happen if she didn’t do it. Then she was offered a vision of what would happen if she did. Upon receiving these visions my sister wrote a letter to our people and to my parents and I and to someone she labeled C,” I paused to pull the letter out of a box in the cupboard above the fridge and handed it to Claire.