The Tribe

- Introduction -

Who Are We

We are one of the largest Tribes in the territory- in any territory actually. And one of, if not the strongest. We are, in fact only one of three Tribes that we know of. The rest are packs, covens, nests. The difference was the species, where packs covens and nests consisted of a majority of one species, ours is made up of all. We turned no species away, all were welcome. We have Weres, Lycans, Vampires & Vampyres, Demons, Angels- even humans, and everything in between. The two other Tribes we knew of were much smaller, and only very new having split off from their respective clans to form something of their own.

I am proud of my Tribe, proud to be their Queen- and founder. And I am proud to be mated to the man beside me holding my hand. He is a Lycan, tall broad and strong with brown hair and eyes. I found him when I was travelling the territory finding those that would join my Tribe. Many had already left with me when I abandoned my pack after defeating the Alpha, the man who would have been my husband had I accepted my packs customs. Which were outdated and quite frankly, just not going to happen. I was born as the Alphas daughter, a blessing yes, but a female cannot be an Alpha in the Golden Sun pack. So, another unmated male from prestigious lineage is chosen- sometimes even an unmated Alpha from another pack. I was not about to pass over the chance of finding my mate just to claim my birth right. So, I let my father choose his successor, and then challenged him on the night of his Alpha Ceremony. If I lost, I would be his Luna and rule Golden Sun. If I won, I would have his permission to leave and start my own pack within the territory, still recognised as an Alpha. Much to my fathers dismay, though there was nothing he could do having already made Luka the Alpha of Golden Sun. And so, I won. And was released from my pack to start my own. But I didn’t, instead I started this. I never liked the discrimination my father has against other species, mother disliked it too. 

“It’s one of his lesser qualities.”

She would say to me growing up. It never made sense to me; the mate bond didn’t discriminate so why should he? But he did, and so I did what I had to for myself. Most of my followers were women, but there were some men too. Those who wanted to find their mates, those whose mates were already following me and those who respected me more than my father or the Alpha he chose for them. 

We took over, with permission from the King of the territory, an empty packhouse and began to build. We travelled, finding those with like minds and hearts. We even had some rogues join us along the way. And as my Tribe grew, I felt each new connection, felt my power grow. I am a Werewolf, but I have abilities. I am blessed by the Moon Gods and I did my best never to abuse that blessing. I can feel energies from others around me, see them too. And, if they let me, I can feel what they feel and hear what they think. I never push my way in, always ask permission, and accept when they shut me out as it is their right. My entire Tribe can mind link one another to communicate, but they can also shut off that connection too if they choose. I can shut them out too, which I am thankful for, I’m not sure what I’d do with all that constant prattle in my head- surely go mad I assume!

I found my mate, Michael, after a year of being an Alpha on my own. I travelled to the lycan capital city to see if there were any among them that would join us. I had set a meeting with the lycan King to discuss the nature of my visit and had just arrived to his castle (yeah, a real frickin’ castle!) when his scent hit me. Like a tidal wave of caramel fudge as the doors were swung open for me. I didn’t have time to react before his hands were on me, lifting me from the ground with a loud, triumphant growl. My eyes found his and the connection was immediate, binding. 

“Mate.”

We had breathed the word together right before our lips met and our hands were suddenly everywhere. Desperately needing more. More skin, more contact, MORE!

“MICHAEL!”

I jolted up and snarled involuntarily at the interruption, my purple eyes landing on (f**k) the King. Michael turned slowly, almost menacingly, towards the voice but had immediately put me down when he saw who it belonged to.

“Father.” 

He muttered, his eyes immediately back on me hungrily. Double f**k. Father? I had mated to the Prince of the lycan capital. We left after three days, taking a hoard of lycans with us, mostly warriors. They would follow their Prince anywhere. 

As soon as we got back to the packhouse we got to know each other, mostly in bed at first as it is with the mate bond. But then we talked, really talked, and each found out the others accomplishments, dreams and desires. And vowed we would make them so. We had our mating ceremony after three months, inviting everyone we knew and even those we didn’t. Our mating ceremony doubled as our announcement of our renaming the pack as a Tribe, and that we would now be referred to (only on ceremony) as Alpha-King and Luna-Queen to truly solidify our difference from the other packs. We gained many new members that night and in the following days and I felt my power and pride grow even more. Pride in myself, pride in my mate, and pride in my Tribe. 

It has been five years since then, and we have had many challenges to overcome. My first Beta was killed in a territory battle, not ours but that of a neighbouring pack. We answered their call for help- and paid for it with many lives, including that of Leah who was my first Beta. She was like a sister to me, and the grief that followed her death was like a black hole in my heart, refusing to let in any joy or happiness. Michael brought to justice the werewolf that killed her and avenged her death brutally. Only then did my heart start to heal, and I could start to look for a new Beta. My current Beta came in a pair, so Betas would be a better term. Twins, Nia and Jayde, one with the power of water and the other of earth- a Dryad and a Nyad. They were beautiful, and very deadly, and we loved them as sisters too. 

Our Tribe owns businesses, has share holdings, runs several charities and does regular work with the local human-supernatural authorities. Not all humans know about us, only those that are mated to a Supernatural- and those that hunt us. Members of our Tribe have been hunted, including myself and my mate. We have lost some members and rescued most; the unsuccessful rescue missions still haunt us daily. We have a very good hunting and tracking squad, of which Michael is the head of. Each loss is like a knife wound to him, though there haven’t been many they still hurt and he makes sure to remember and honour their lives. 

It has been a while since anything has gone amiss in our Tribe, but lately I can… sense something. A stirring somewhere in the distance starting to loom, it makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whatever it is, it will happen soon- and we will be ready to overcome it. I hope.

My name is Lillia, and I am the Alpha-Queen of the Black Water Tribe.