Inside Moonhold Palace
1171 Words
3 days ago
Damon's Pov
“You’re late” Harry, my right-hand man and close friend said.
I didn’t slow my steps. The stone corridors of my moonhold echoed beneath my boots as I passed him.
“She’s alive man” Harry continued.
“Human” He continued. “Born less than two and a half decades ago.”
That had me pause for a bit. Why am I hearing this just now?
A century of waiting reduced to just one sentence. About time.
A hundred years was long enough to watch the world rebuild itself twice over.
“So…” Harry said carefully, “this is it?”
“Yes.”. I answered.
He searched my face, as if expecting relief, or triumph, or anything resembling gratitude. I gave him nothing. After all, he hid it from me.
“You don’t sound pleased”
“I’m not,” I replied, trying to remain as nonchalant as I should feel, after all, she's just a human, weak vessels tss. “This was never a gift.”
Harry exhaled, turning his hands akimbo. “You waited a hundred years for her to be born.”
“I waited because I had no choice.”
Silence settled between us, thick with things unspoken.
“Do you remember why the prophecy was given?” Harry asked. Oh I did, I so very much did.
“I do”
I remembered every word.
The sirens, creatures born if water, came on a moonless night, back when the sirens were tasked with maintaining the balance of the world, a hundred and fifty years ago, during the reign of the worst Luna to ever rule this land, aka my mother.
The Sirens sang before they spoke. They always did. A sound that slid beneath the skin and curled around the bones, ancient and merciless, I could never forget that feeling.
My mother had stood unafraid within the circle—Luna of her time, undefeated, her power carved into legend.
She had been ruthless.
She ruled with strength that terrified even her own kind. Packs fell. Bloodlines ended. Balance broke. You know the worst part?, She did all that just for the fun of it, she was so crazy for power that it consumed her whole being.
The sirens did not forgive imbalance.
They cut their palms and let their blood spill into the ritual basin, voices rising as one.
‘For the sins of the mother’, they sang,
‘The son shall bear the cost.’
I was young then. Too young to understand fate, old enough to feel it coil around my throat.
‘Your Luna will not be born of power, the sirens declared, their eyes fixed on me.
She will be human. Weak. Breakable.
And you will love her—or lose her to time, and until she awakens and by your side, you will not have your full powers’.
My mother laughed.
It was the last sound she ever made, she dropped dead minutes later, I guess they killed her too.
The curse was sealed with blood of a human and blood from the sea aka the sirens, with punishment disguised as prophecy. Not just for me—but for the pack that would one day follow. Soon after the sacrifice, they too, dropped dead. I was a nine year old boy then and I was left alone. With my fate sealed.
“So with all these reasons” Harry's voice brought me back from my mind rail. Has he been speaking this whole time?
“That’s why she has to be and remain human” Harry said quietly, pulling me back to the present and reminding me of whats at stake here.
“A punishment, not a blessing.”
“A correction,” I said. “For my mother’s excesses.”
“And for yours?” he asked.
I met his stern gaze. “I learned from her mistakes.”
Harry hesitated. “If the sirens wanted you to suffer, wouldn’t forcing the bond be…”
“EXACTLY the point!!” I cut in. I wouldn't have taken this if it was anyone else but Harry.
He frowned. “You’re not even giving her a chance.”
“She doesn’t get one,” I said flatly, Raising my hands to the sky in exasperation.
“Neither did I.”
The curse required induction. Human blood did not awaken on its own. The wolf had to be called forth…violently, irrevocably.
“You’re sending someone else to bite her,” Harry said, matter of factly, in realization.
“Yes.” I was having none of his pursuation this evening. I turned away.
“You won’t look at her first?”
“No.Why should I?” To see how she looks when she's hurt?
“Why?”
“Because hesitation is how curses fail,” I replied.
“And I will not fail a prophecy written in blood, I need my powers as soon as possible, we can't have the Oska pack getting a chance on us just because I don't have have my full powers yet.”
Harry shifted uneasily. “And Kate?”. This was long coming.
That name was an inconvenience.
“What about Kate” I wasn't ready for this conversation.
“She believes she will be your Luna,” he continued. Coming to stand in front of me.
“She’s been telling the pack it’s only a matter of time.”
“Then she misunderstood her place,” I said. Hardly my fault, I didn't say anything to the girl.
“She won’t take this well.”
“I never said she should.” Like I cared.
Kate was strong. Loyal. Everything my mother had been. Everything I despise.
That was precisely why she could never be chosen, not by the sirens, not by me.
The sirens had made sure of that.
“When the human turns,” Harry warned, “The bond will pull her to you. The pack will feel it. Kate will feel it, man.”
“Let her,” I said. “The sea did not ask for my consent either.”
I turned toward the forest, toward a girl who had no idea her weakness was written into destiny.
“Give the order,” I said. Not giving myself any room for hesitation.
“NOW” Harry knows not to question me while I'm on my Alpha tone.
Harry’s voice was low. “Once this begins, there’s no undoing it.”
I knew that but I didn’t hesitate.
“Good,” I replied. “I was never raised to undo what was done.”
Harry left the corridor and I think I heard something that sounded like “you won't have me by your side once the consequences start running in.”
Lies.The motherfucker was Loyal beyond doubt.
Somewhere beyond the trees, a wolf moved, obeying my command.
My Luna has to rise, human or not, even if I have to force her myself.
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