A Letter to the Wolf Council
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Chapter 11: A Letter to The Wolf Council.
Alpha Cornelius POV.
Aria was playing games with me, and she would regret it very soon.
I'd show her why and how I became an Alpha at the youngest of ages. She thought she could run away from me.
Oh boy, was she wrong.
I walked into her previous bedroom, scouring through her things. This was the room she had slept in before she learned what obedience truly meant. It still smelled faintly of her, stubborn even after days of absence.
She thought she could disappear from me.
That she could slip out of my reach and make herself untouchable. That running would erase what she owed. What she was.
I found a small necklace. A locket. One she had found in her mother's room years ago. The locket was a small gold number. Small. Unassuming. Worn and smooth from years of being clutched too tightly.
She had taken it from her mother’s room long before she ever belonged to me. A relic of weakness. Of sentiment.
This would work to track her. Blood remembers.
I turned it over in my palm, thumb brushing the metal again and again. She had learned to live under my roof. Learned to serve. Learned to survive by my rules. That did not disappear just because she ran.
This would be enough.
I left the room and went to the lower chamber, the one sealed away from the rest of the pack. A single table waited at its center. On it sat the bowl.
I stood before the bowl, looking inside to reveal,
Blood. Filled to the brim with it. Freshly wrung from a dead animal.
It was thick, still holding warmth, still holding life. The animal had fought. I preferred it that way. Blood taken in fear carries urgency.
I stood over the bowl for a long moment, steadying myself. Blood magic did not respond to hesitation. It demanded certainty.
I held the locket above the bowl and let my thoughts sharpen around her. Her voice. Her scent. The way she used to lower her gaze when she thought she had displeased me. Her name settled heavy in my chest.
Aria.
I dipped the locket into it. The surface rippled, slow and deliberate, as if the blood itself was breathing. I held it there until my fingers tingled, then lifted it free. Thick red liquid clung to the metal, sliding down in lazy threads.
I then did it again, seeking her location through blood magic.
I submerged it once more, deeper this time, pressing it to the bottom of the bowl. I could feel the resistance then, the pull, the faint echo answering back. She was farther than I liked. Shielded. Surrounded.
I pulled it out once more.
The third time I did not hesitate. I pushed the locket beneath the surface and released it. Let it sink. Let it drink.
That was the rule. I knew how this worked.
Once submerged the final time, you do not interfere. Blood works best when left alone.
I turned away and sealed the chamber, leaving the bowl undisturbed. The magic would take its time. It always did.
Two days later, I returned to find that the locket had drained all of its color, and the reddish color of the blood was now a bright gold. I pulled the plain locket out. It was showing off plain steel now, and I thumbed it again.
I closed my hand around it and felt the pull immediately. Not a direction exactly. More like a certainty. A weight settling behind my eyes.
I knew where she was.
The air felt different. Heavy. Charged. The bowl no longer smelled like death alone. There was something else now. Something sharper.
The blood had taken everything it needed.
I knew where she was.
The Blackthorns.
Rogues. Filth who thought themselves free because they answered to no council.
They had taken her. But I wouldn't stand for it. She couldn't escape me. She dared not.
She couldn't serve me for all these years, and then just walked away like that. It wasn't going to happen.
She wouldn't run away from me. I wouldn't let her.
I stared at the bowl of now golden blood. My jaw tightened. Only one thing caused blood to shift like that.
Dominant blood.
I walked inside, sitting down. I called Serafina.
“Sera, Aria is close. She's a while away from here, and she's been a very bad girl. She's been kidn*pped. Taken. How do we find her?” Serafina looked at me, blinking profusely.
She was probably wondering why I cared so much. For the most part, I didn't care what aria did with her life, as long as the dishes were clean, and the floor freshly waxed.
“Sera. Aria's gone.” I tried to refuse as much emotion as was viable. The words clicked something in her, and suddenly she was scared and worried.
“What happened? How come? I can't believe this. Where is she?” She was my child. I was sure of it.
“I know where she is. With the Blackthorns. Those rogues who killed their father. They're probably going to kill her, or form an army with her.” I was agitated now, looking at her with wide eyes.
“Form an army with her? An army of what? Useless omegas?” She laughed.
“No, you silly girl. Of course a strong army. We need to find her, and find her now.” I said and got up immediately, retiring to my room.
I walked to my desk, sitting at the chair and picking up my pen. Dipping it in ink, I began my letter. I explained everything in the letter. Everything they needed to know for my plan to go just as I planned it. I explained how I'd waited for her to return after the day of the rejection, and hadn't seen her since.
I explained how the Blackthorns had been showing signs of taking her for a while now, and I'd been seeing a lot of their wolves come by to watch us at night whilst we went about our business. I was sure they were with her. I was sure they were planning something. I was more than sure that things were getting out of hand.
I wrote all that they needed to hear, and after reading it a number of times to be sure I was going to get the response I wanted, I left the paper to dry. Once the paper was dry, I folded it and fixed it into an envelope, pressing my stamp over it, and leaving that to set.
Once I was done, I left it there, moving to the living space to find some food to eat. The chef served me immediately, handing me a spoon just as I sat down. I opened the plate with steaming hot food and dug in, all of that magic making me hungry.
The letter would be sent out today. The letter would make sure I didn't have to worry about Aria or those wolves ever again. And that was just what I needed.
I placed a call to Elder Cassius.
“Cassius. I need your help. Aria's been taken. Everything is going downhill. We need to find her. Immediately. Before she gets full control of her powers.”
“Where is she now?” His voice sounded worried enough.
“We need to meet. And immediately. Meet me at the clearing to the end of the forest by twelve tonight. We have a lot to talk about.”
With that, I dropped the call.
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