Avenging Luna

The Promise

The smell of smoke began wafting through the packhouse as we made our way to the western entrance where the offices were located. Besides the bunker, the alpha’s office was the most secure place in the packhouse, and where the important documents were stored.  Treaties, pack member information, financial documents, and the pack’s sacred texts were all kept in a small vault connected to alpha Rohan’s office.  As a member of the alpha’s bloodline, I was trusted with the passcode and knew that the three of us would fit into the vault if we could make it there.  As we drew closer to the west wing, a sticky, metallic smell that could only be one thing drifted through the halls; the scent of wolf's blood.  Pulling me around a corner and into a small nook, the young she-wolf looked at me with sad eyes, hesitated a moment, then kissed her babe on the cheek.  “Her name is Maeve, daughter of our warrior Aaron, born under the crescent moon 6 months ago. Rumors are that you are faster than any warrior, if it comes to it, please take her, please save her.”  I glanced down at the child in my arms, her eyelids drooping as she drifted toward sleep, and responded “I promise, but it will not come to that. We will make our way to the offices and hide safely there until our warriors can destroy these rogues.” Silently we continued our journey through the west wing, neither one of us convinced that we would or could find safety anywhere.