The Female Alpha (on going)

Chapter 7

Hette POV

 The door had just finished closing when the most intoxicating smell entered my nose, Lemongrass with a hint of Pine. Where is that coming from? As it incased my senses a warm comforting feeling swept over my body. It was as though I was in an open field, and pine trees surrounded the boarder, the warm sun melting my muscles into complete relaxation. Fye suddenly burst forward yelling, “MATE, MATE, where is he?” She was bouncing in my head to the extent that I swear if someone looked at me my head would look like a bobble head.

            “Hette,” Irmele whispered in my direction. “Are you okay?”

Everyone was staring at me. What do I do? Just on the other side of this wall in one of the cells is my mate. Could this month have anymore drama? A swarm of questions rushed through my head. How is this possible? What in goddess name did I do to deserve this? What am I going to do? Will I have to reject the one who is supposed to be my one and only? SLAP, out of nowhere my ears heard the sound, my face began to burn, and my eyes focused on those staring at me.

            “Hette, snap out of it, will you talk to us, do you need a doctor?” Irmele questioned.

            With my hand cradling my face I said, “my mate is in here.” Keeping my voice low so hopefully only we heard. “I do not know how to proceed. Why is my mate down here? Do I need to reject whoever it is?” My wide eyes searching for any answers that my friends might have.

            Burghart was the first to respond, “can you sense which one while staying out of sight?”

            “I believe,” lifting my nose in the air to take in another deep inhale. “Maybe the one in the closest cell, just beyond this wall.”

            “Okay, the three of us will take him to the interrogation room, stay here. Once we get him in there, we will place a bag over his head so he cannot see you. If it is him, you may question him without him knowing exactly who you are.”

            “Thank you Burghart. Irmele stay with me, hopefully that will keep him confused.” Rubbing my head in complete disbelief.

Burghart, Leonheart and Stan went over to cell one and began removing the prisoner. As they began walking him to the interrogation room, I could sense his scent moving. Yes, they have the right guy I confirmed with myself. He began to struggle, clearly that room scared him. There was a thud as they set him on the table, I heard the clicking of the chains and cuffs subduing him. Irmele glanced around the corner and gave me a thumbs up when she saw the cover go over his head. Walking into the room was difficult Fye was wanting to claim her mate. Holding her back was no easy feat.

            Standing just inside the door closes to this strangers’ feet. I swallowed hard and asked, “who are you?”

“My name is Siegmund of the roaming rogue’s. I mean no harm.”

“Why did you attack my pack?” Hoping for some clarification on the raid.

“I did not attack, that is how I ended up in this jail, I surrendered once the fight begun. Please, that was not my pack. I have been wandering for two years now searching out my past. I was lonely and came upon this pack.” Siegmund answered sounding as guenon as possible.

“Again, why did your pack attack us?” I had to remember not to go soft on this stranger, no matter how good he smelt.

“That was not my pack. I did grow up with rogues, but we roam the woods and are peaceful. I was only with this pack for a few days. I never met the leader or knew of the plan to attack. I went along with the group, until I could find a way out. I did not fight, I surrendered right away, please I just want to be on my way.”

“You will not be going anywhere. Is there no more information you can give me?” I felt at a loss. Not getting anywhere.

“Maybe one thing.”

“I’m listening.”

            “The day before, there was a werewolf that came into the camp. He wore a long black hooded cloak. I saw him go into the tent of the rogue leader. The man, he was not rogue. I could sense an alpha aura to him, but it was faint. He left and then the next morning we were being instructed on how to attack your territory. The rogue leader seemed noticeable confident in this fight and seemed to have knowledge of the layout of your pack’s territory. That is all that I have. The other two with me, they were in the pack longer, I’m not even sure why they surrendered.”

            Studying the body language as best as I could while Siegmund spoke seemed relaxed. That could be a good sign he is telling the truth. I needed to speak with my counsel before I made any decisions.

            Siegmund then asked, “can this hood be removed? I know my mate is here and I wish to look upon her. My wolf is digging to get out, it would give him some comfort.”

The men shook their heads, I glanced at Irmele, and she had a s**t eating grin on her face, her head bobbing up and down. Glancing at Burghart I gave a nod saying to remove the cover. As it slid off his head, I stared in anticipation to see what my mates’ face looked like. His hair was black and long, his skin was dark with a red shade to it like the native Americans that once ruled these lands. His face was gorgeous with a strong jaw line. Then once he stopped blinking, I looked into his eyes and was mesmerized. They were brown, but light like caramel. With his skin tone and dark hair, it made those eyes pop even more. He began to grin, and the cutes dimple appeared on his right cheek, and I about lost it. Fye wanted me to claim him as ours, but the human side of me couldn’t. I quickly pivoted and took off out of the prison, I had to get out of there.

As I got through the door, I noticed Irmele right next to me, just staring in shock.

            “Hette, do you want to talk?”

            “How is this possible?” We walked further away from the prison.

            “I can not answer that, only the moon goddess knows. If you ask me, he seems to be being truthful and goddess he is not bad to look at either,” Irmele began to giggle.

            “Only you would put s*x as a priority at this moment when trying to decide if I should trust this guy or not.” Rolling my eyes, trying not to laugh with Irmele. There must be something more. Only Alpha blood can create an alpha, besides did you see his skin tone? If he is of the native packs, then his blood line could be of superior werewolves.

            “The native packs were destroyed years ago; they are only of legend now and stories told by the ancestors around campfires.” Irmele confirmed my thoughts.

            “Well, Irm there is only one place I know to try and solve this and that is at the pack library. Hopefully the elder there can guide us on this.”

Irmele and I finished walking up the ramp from the prison and headed right, away from the kitchen and communal area. Not many lingered to this side of the first floor, so the hallway was quiet except for our squeaky shoes. We came to a wood door that was rounded off at the top instead of squared. It had a beautiful carving of a wolf standing on a mountain ledge howling at the full moon. A human standing right behind the wolf staring at the same moon, both separate yet together.

The door creaked as it swung open showing the lack of use. Walking in I regretted not coming in here more often. There is much knowledge in here and my father would spend countless hours reading the histories of our kind. My fathers’ ancestors came from Southern Europe, and they brought some books with. Over the years the alphas would try and collect the histories of other packs around the world, thus gathering knowledge that may help one day.

            “Hello,” looking for the elder who cared for the library. “Irmele head that way,” I pointed to the left of the library, “and I’ll go this way. We’re looking for the werewolf history of Northern America.”

            “On it boss,” she saluted me with two fingers and a giant smile knowing how much that irritated me.

Walking up and down the isle’s looking for any sign I was in the right area. There had to be something, when out of nowhere I heard a loud crash.

            “I’m alright,” Irmele yelled from her side of the library. Shaking my head, that girl could not be quiet if you paid her.

            “Well, well, well alpha what brings you to my part of the house?”

I turned and there stood the grey haired elder. We werewolves age slow, but we do age. He had long white hair braided down his back, and a long white beard that came to just above his belly. His eyes were blue and showed years of wisdom.

            “Hi, I’m sorry I don’t remember your name,” I expressed.

            “I am Garard, alpha, how may I help you today?” He asked while placing a book back on the shelf.

            “Garard, nice to meet you,” greeting him with the respect he deserved. “I am looking for the histories of the native North American packs.”

His eyes grew wide with curiosity, “why would you need to research them? They perished ages ago.” Confirming what Irmele and I spoke of before.

            “I believe an ancestor of those packs is currently in our prison, but I need more on what happened to them, their disappearance.”

            “Follow old Garard, he will lead you to what you seek.”

I followed him to the back of the library to an area that was roped off and dark. Garard began turning some lights on and removed the rope. “What you seek is in this section. Once the histories are no longer needed, they go here to help preserve them. Lets’ see.”

He began using his finger pointing and mumbling at the books on the shelf. “Here it is,” he said making me jump. “This will hopefully give you the answers you seek.” As he set the book on a small table with a little lamp. “I was a young pup when word spread that the last of the largest native pack was destroyed. Rumor was some survived and went into hiding, but nothing was ever confirmed.”

            “Thank you Garard.” I smiled and he walked away.

The cover of the book had a similar picture of the carving on the library door. The difference was the man standing behind the wolf was holding a bow with an arrow c****d and aimed at the moon. I opened the book and began to read:

            Years ago, the lands were filled with small packs of werewolves. We were unique to the werewolf communities, for we were not your common grey, black, white or browns, the native werewolf was sable. Black with hints of caramelized brown running through the fur. Northern American werewolves lived close to nature and had no enemies roaming the land. However, on the Eastern border of the continent around 1020 AD man came searching for new lands. With man came the werewolves of Europe. The packs in Europe were thriving, but too many alpha son’s and not enough territory sent some looking for lands of their own. As they tried claiming territories that were already claimed, our small packs began to come together to fight off these intruders. At first it worked, warriors from several packs would gather fighting the European intruders, but the victories did not last.

            Around 1607 AD, another war began with the men of Europe, a settlement survived, and was named Jamestown. We could not fight them in our werewolf form giving away the mystical presence of this world. So, we created weapons from our surroundings to fight them in our human form. This only worked temporarily. For the werewolves of Europe made silver bullets for man, no longer injuring us, but killing us. We could not fight two foes. The packs that agreed, came together under one alpha. The warriors did their best, but ultimately as the pack shrunk, we had to go into hiding. The mountains of the north became our refuge, only coming out in small groups to hunt and gather. The location was kept hidden, only known to a few.

            While we hid preserving what little we had the Europe werewolves took over the lands. The native werewolves always hoped to reclaim what was theirs, but the years passed, and our pack stayed small, while the intruders grew. No one knows if the natives still survive in their hiding place or if they have perished.

Thinking to myself, wondering what really happened. I lived in the North; my ancestors came from across the sea to expand. It was no secret where we came from, but to think of the cost to other so my family could take more, was gut wrenching. Closing the book, I mind linked Irmele.

            “I got the information we needed. Lets’ head to my office and meet with the boys.”

            “On my way, Garard is here making me clean up the mess I made, go on without me and I’ll be there as soon as I’m done here.” Irmele cut the mind link off.

As I left the library and headed to my office Fye came forward, “Are you going to reject our mate?” I could hear irritation in her voice.

            “Fye, I don’t know what to do. I never expected to find my mate in a prison, who by the way is also a rouge.” I was trying to be sympathetic to her, the animal did not have a sense of good or bad when it came to a mate. “Give me time to speak with the others and think on this.”

            “Fine,” Fye barked at me and then disappeared into the recesses of my mind.