Disputed alliances, ignorant love

Lugh watched from the clouds at the little shifters enjoying the sun on the island while they hunted, his island. Walking past his monument, offering nothing! Lugh’s anger simmered just under his skin bubbling away constantly climbing with every disrespectful action he noticed; The eating without thanks, the disregard for his home. You would think they were animals and not shifters. They had spent the whole day here and not even noticed him. But he noticed them, noticed every disrespectful action as they had hunted, ate and played on his sacred island. How did they not remember him? Now they were getting ready to leave before the tides cut off the sandbar to the mainland. Without a single tribute to him! How quickly gratitude evaporated Lugh reflected, while watching a child toddle around. Lugh knew without a doubt that this child was his. The eyes crinkled with a mischievous look of a child up to no good, the hair colour shifting depending on the way the light hit, reflecting the possible colours of the wolf that would be revealed in the years to come. The Alpha’s wife had come to the island not three years ago with offerings, begging the gods for a child. Lugh feeling in a promiscuous mood had shape shifted in to the Luna’s Alpha and gladly taken on the challenge of giving her what she wanted. The celebration of the new child arriving had been so loud Lugh had heard it from the skies. He wondered where the Luna was now? He noticed then that only the males were present and realised what was happening. The Alpha had finally managed to conceive a legitimate heir…. Or was it truly the Alpha’s? Had another male filled in like the first time? Lugh knew it would be years before that question was answered. With the lack of gratitude explained and a second child on the way Lugh felt like reclaiming what was his. He had been forgotten by the people he had helped create a future for so they would forget their most precious child. It was time for the child to live with his father Lugh decided. He found the delicate purple flowers, extricated the pollen and blew it so it carried gently along the breeze over the pack which would then be carried back to the community. The Luna would miss her boy not knowing why, the child would be forgotten by everyone. But Lugh knew he would be better with him and not under pressure to be something he wasn’t. Or have to restrain the mischief that would grow inside of him. The boy would be able to live to his potential. The pack walked back across the sandbar with the child calling for them. But as Lugh took human form the warrior with light brown hair and blue eyes joined his son the boy looked up. Grey eyes meeting blue, the boy smiled recognising his father.