His Luna

A past to remember

Draken observed the nervousness that radiated from the old woman as she stood before him, her hands trembling slightly. He could sense the unease that had permeated the atmosphere, as the gathered members of the pack watched the interaction with curiosity and concern. The fading light of dusk cast long shadows, adding an air of mystery to the scene.

It weighed heavily on Draken's heart to see his people wary of him, to witness the fear and apprehension reflected in their eyes. He had always strived to be a fair and just leader, someone who would protect and guide his pack with unwavering dedication. But he also knew that being an Alpha came with its share of challenges and adversaries.

There were packs who were envious of their progress, harboring insecurities that drove them to seek his downfall. And now, the threat of the Wolfsbane loomed over them, a sinister force that sought to disrupt the harmony they had built. Draken was aware that his presence alone could be a symbol of strength, a testament to their unity and resilience. Yet, he also understood the toll it took on his people, the burden they carried in a world that often challenged their existence.

He had contemplated offering explanations, sharing the weight of his responsibilities and the sacrifices he made to protect them. But he had chosen a different path, one of stoic silence, believing that his presence alone would be enough to instill confidence and unwavering loyalty. He wanted to be an unyielding pillar, unbreakable and steadfast, a beacon of hope for his pack.

“A-alpha-" The old woman stuttered.

“Is this your child?”

“N-no…he’s my grandchild.” He knew it, the woman was too old to bear one at this age.

"How old is he?" Draken asked, his voice gentle yet firm, curiosity tinged with a touch of concern. He had already deduced the child's age from his appearance, but he wanted to hear it from the old woman herself.

Draken's gaze softened as he took in the sight of the child clinging to the old woman, seeking comfort and protection. The weight of their tragic past, the loss of the child's parents, bore down heavily upon them. The realization that their lives had been marred by the actions of the Wolfsbane echoed in his mind.

“He is eight Alpha…” The woman was nervous, and he could smell it. The trembling of her hands and how she cant make eye contact with him.

“Where are the parents?” He was giving everyone the cold looks that he always shows.

“Th-they were killed…eight years ago. In the attack by the Wo-" His eyes, usually filled with an air of stoicism, softened for a fleeting moment as he empathized with their pain. He understood the fear and uncertainty that must have plagued their lives ever since that fateful day. The scars of such a tragedy ran deep, leaving wounds that time alone could never fully heal.

“I see.” He didn’t want to finish what the woman was about to say as he knew when it was. And these people did not know that the same group of people who caused the attack emerged now, and they had no idea about it.

The woman’s eyes were pleading for mercy, and the child was still hugging the old woman.

With a nod of understanding, he acknowledged the old woman's plea for mercy. His voice carried a hint of warmth as he addressed her, "Be careful next time. Your grandson's safety is of utmost importance."

The moment he uttered those words, the tears that the woman was holding back fell down her face and he hate to see it, he hated to see the vulnerable side of emotional people. The old woman continued thanking him and he just nodded his head once more before he continued walking.

"I will...Alpha...he's my responsibility."

No one in the area expected it, people assumed that on the same spot, they would be given the appropriate punishment for such recklessness they did, and it included the Alpha.

The woman's eyes showed with gratitude, and relief washed over her. She understood the unspoken promise in his words, the reassurance that he would do everything in his power to protect their pack and ensure their well-being. Draken's ability to exude authority and strength was balanced by moments of compassion and empathy, revealing the complexity of his character.

As the tension dissipated, the child, sensing the change in atmosphere, slowly released his hold on the old woman. Draken's presence, once perceived as intimidating, now seemed less daunting, more approachable. Curiosity sparked within the child's eyes as he cautiously glanced up at the Alpha.

Draken's thoughts drifted back to the fateful encounter between his father and the leader of the Wolfsbane, the witch who sought to sow discord within their pack. The memory of his father's cautionary tales echoed in his mind, a reminder of the dangers that lurked outside their tightly-knit community.

The witch had bewitched the minds of some wolves, enticing them with promises of power and freedom. They yearned for change, for a rebellion against the established order. But Draken's father, wise and vigilant, had recognized the threat that the Wolfsbane posed.

With a heavy heart, Draken remembered the battles that ensued and the struggles his father faced to protect their pack. The Wolfsbane proved to be formidable adversaries, using their magic to manipulate minds and unleash chaos. It was a tumultuous time, a period of uncertainty and division within their once-harmonious pack.

But his father, resolute and steadfast, stood against the tide of rebellion. He rallied his loyal followers, uniting them under the banner of unity and loyalty. Together, they fought against the forces that sought to tear them apart.

Draken inherited not only his father's legacy but also the burden of ensuring the pack's survival in a world plagued by external threats and internal strife. The Wolfsbane still lingered their presence a reminder of the fragility of their peace. Draken knew that he had to remain vigilant, to uphold the traditions and values that had guided their pack for generations.

As he followed the man through the dimly lit corridors of the grand house, Draken's mind raced with thoughts of the future. He knew that he could not allow the Wolfsbane to gain a foothold within their pack. He had to be vigilant, to root out any seeds of doubt or discontent that might be sown by their adversaries.

Kendrina, the white witch, had been a trusted ally and friend to Draken's father, Draco, long before he ascended to the throne. Her skills in potion-making and healing had proved invaluable to the pack over the years, and she had become an integral part of their community. Despite her magical abilities, Kendrina had always remained humble and dedicated to serving the pack, using her powers for the greater good.

However, beneath her loyal exterior, Kendrina harbored a secret love for Draco. The bond they had formed in their youth had deepened over time, and she longed for a connection that transcended friendship. She yearned for Draco's affection, hoping that their shared history and mutual respect would blossom into something more profound.

Draken had heard whispers of the past, the unrequited love that had consumed Kendrina's heart. The stories painted a picture of a woman devoted to a man who saw only a dear friend in her. Her unspoken feelings fueled her dedication to helping Draco, going above and beyond what was expected of her.

Draken often wondered how his father had remained oblivious to Kendrina's affections. Perhaps Draco, consumed by the weight of his responsibilities as Alpha, had failed to notice the depths of her emotions. Or perhaps he had chosen to ignore them, fearing the complications that would arise from a romantic involvement with a witch. Draken understood the pain that Kendrina must have endured, the sacrifices she had made for the man she loved. Despite the bitterness of unfulfilled desire, she had remained loyal, dedicated, and instrumental to the pack's well-being.

The arrival of Luna Priscilla, the daughter of the pack's beta and a long-time friend of Kendrina, marked a turning point in the dynamics between Draco, Kendrina, and their shared history. Luna's presence unknowingly introduced a new chapter into the intricate tale of unrequited love and hidden desires.

Draken's mother possessed a deep understanding of Kendrina's feelings for Draco, as the two women had shared secrets and confidences throughout their lives. Luna, wise and perceptive, recognized the longing in Kendrina's eyes whenever Draco was near, even before Kendrina had explicitly confessed her love.

Luna's heart went out to Kendrina, torn between loyalty to her friend and the knowledge that Draco's heart belonged to her. She knew that any romantic involvement with Draco would forever alter the dynamics of their pack, potentially fracturing the unity they had fought so hard to maintain.

Priscilla, Draken's mother, had always been aware of Kendrina's feelings for Draco. She understood the depth of Kendrina's love, but she also recognized the unalterable path that had been laid before her and Draco. The bond between an Alpha and his destined mate was an undeniable force in their world, even if it meant that other connections had to be sacrificed.

From the moment Priscilla and Draco met, there was an unspoken connection between them. It was a magnetic pull, an attraction that went beyond friendship or casual acquaintance. Priscilla had felt it when Draco had saved her from the clutches of rogues during that fateful hunting trip outside the pack's territory. The incident had solidified her interest in him, and yet she had chosen to keep her emotions hidden, buried beneath a facade of friendship.

Priscilla had observed Kendrina's unwavering dedication to Draco, knowing that her own presence would only complicate matters further. She had seen the longing in Kendrina's eyes and the sacrifices she had made to support Draco as a friend and trusted ally. Priscilla had made a conscious decision to conceal her growing feelings, not wanting to cause any more pain or confusion in an already complicated situation.

As Priscilla's relationship with Draco deepened, she became his confidante, his pillar of support, and eventually, his destined mate. The bond between them could not be denied, and they embraced their union with the knowledge that it was meant to be.

Throughout this time, Priscilla had maintained a respectful distance from Kendrina, out of consideration for her feelings. She understood the pain of unrequited love, and she did not wish to exacerbate Kendrina's heartache by flaunting her own happiness.

The revelation had come when Priscilla reached the age where she could shift into her wolf form, and the connection between them had surged with undeniable intensity. They had embraced their fate with open hearts, but they had chosen to keep their newfound love a secret, unsure of how to approach their dear friend Kendrina.

In the early days of their bond, Draco and Priscilla had reveled in the joy and elation that only true mates could experience. They had explored their shared connection, deepening their love and forging a bond that would withstand the tests of time. They had found solace in each other's arms, their souls intertwined in a dance of passion and devotion.

But as their love blossomed, so did their awareness of the delicate balance they needed to maintain. They knew that their union would have consequences, not just for themselves, but for their friendships and the dynamics within the pack. The fear of causing pain to Kendrina, whom they held dear, had kept them from openly acknowledging their mate bond.

Draken's thoughts were interrupted by the man's voice, jolting him back to the present. He glanced up to see the grand entrance of the house before him, the doors opened wide, inviting him to step inside. With a deep breath, he let go of the memories that had gripped his mind and focused on the task at hand.

“We are here, Alpha.”