The Alpha´s Oracle Witch

Chapter Two: The Unexpected Finding

Sawyer

Being an Alpha was a hard job to maintain, as the Alpha is not just a ruler and leader of the pack, Alpha is also the peacekeeper. They make important and tough decisions that reflect the growth and welfare of the pack, they create the rules and make sure that they are properly enforced and followed. They are to determine the rankings, punishments, the banishments of wolves, when and where to hunt, to make sure all opinions are heard and considered fairly.

My father was an incredible Alpha, strict but fair, ruthless to others but caring and compassionate to his people. He taught me how to be independent but not alone, to treat others with the respect they deserve, that admitting your mistakes didn´t make you any less stronger and that communication between individuals is the key to solving the majority of the issues.

Truth be told, the bar was set very high and after he retired and I took over, I did my best to remain as great Alpha as he was. I thought I did a pretty good job, my pack respected and cared for me and I would do anything to protect them.

I was basically a spitting image of my father with dark blond hair with a slight tendency to get wavy as it grew longer, which was irritating me to no end, as right now they were falling into my dark blue eyes as I was walking fast and determined through the pack lands.

My heavy and long strikes were making my Gamma Maeve run along with me a little as I had almost one foot more in height than she did. My Alpha genes provided me with an impressive 6' 3" height as I was towering over my pack members, assuring my dominance in a non-verbal way.

My power and fury was rolling off of me for all to see to not mess with me right now. I didn´t have time nor mood for bullsh*t, nobody would dare to cross me as they were all making a way for me lowering their heads in submission. My wolf Soren was growling loudly inside me as my chest was rumbling slightly, showing his emotions and I was sure my eyes changed to yellow, indicating Soren was up and ready.

At the age of twenty-five, I was already Alpha for two years, leading the pack on my own for now, as my mate hadn´t made an appearance as of yet. In the supernatural world, werewolves were considered one of the strongest species as shifters with their massive size, immense strength, agility, fast speed, and ability to be one with their beasts, not just physically, but most importantly mentally.

Size and strength are not always the most important things when fighting. You had to think, predict and be alerted.

The young werewolves are able to shift once they reach the age of eighteen, when they will meet their wolf for the first time and the sync process will begin. The three-year process is a transition period, in which the wolves are trained and taught how to get in harmony with their inner beast and eventually become one with your wolf. After reaching the age of twenty-one, werewolves are considered mature and are finally suitable for mating.

Most werewolves will find their mates within the pack or neighbouring packs. If not, the Moon Goddess will always create a plan for their fates to fulfil and their lives cross.

Waiting for my path to cross with my mate was excruciating. On the outside, I was behaving as if it was not bothering me, but as I grew older and became an Alpha, I came to find out why a mate, especially Luna, was needed. The role of being an Alpha was a hard, demanding and never-ending job that took a toll on me frequently.

At times such as this, when pup was missing, and I was about to interact with distraught parents, I would ask myself what would happen if she was there with me.

Would this conversation be easier if she was by my side?

Would she be able to support the pack members and give them hope?

Would we be able to find the pup together?

The sad truth came down crushing. She wasn´t there and I was alone, well, not completely. I still had Maeve with me, who was like another little sister to me, and I knew she would help as much as she could.

Nevertheless, it was not the same kind of support and devotion as a mate would give me. Wallowing in my self-pity would not help me in my current situation, I realized as I made my way to the house a little further from pack house. The massive carved wooden doors were opened, and I could hear a faint she-wolf´s crying and sobbing coming from down the hall.

I swallowed nervously before following the sound of its owner, finding myself in a spacious living room where, in the middle, stood a man and woman in a tight embrace. I recognised the couple as Emma, our pack teacher, and Dean, one of the strongest and most respected pack warriors. Dean was holding Emma who was sobbing into his chest, running his hand down her back in a smoothing manner, but I knew nothing could smooth a mother who was missing a pup.

I felt uncomfortable, bitter, regrettable, helpless and really out of place.

What could I do for them?

What on Earth could I promise them to make the pain more bearable?

I didn´t know. I cleared my throat slightly to get their attention, but it made me feel even more awkward as they bowed their heads to me in sign of respect.

“Alpha,” whispered Dean as he held his hand around Emma´s shoulders as she just nodded, unable to make any other sound than sobbing and whimpering. A great grief filled my heart as I could hear it break a little by the look of the hopeless couple.

Oh, Moon Goddess, please give us strength!

“Please let us have a seat,” I waved my hand in the direction of an L-shaped beige sofa for them to sit on.

I felt like sh*t ordering them around even in their own home, but they looked lost and disoriented, not knowing what to do. I sat the opposite of them on the chair, watching them as my wolf was whimpering and connecting with their wolves. We could feel the desperation throughout the pack link.

“I´ll put the kettle on,” Maeve spoke in a low, soft and calming voice, as if she was speaking to a wounded animal which, in a sense, she was. She moved from my side towards the kitchen to make us some tea.

After she left, I took a deep breath, “Emma, Dean, I promise you I will do everything in my power to find Lucas and bring him home, even if it was the last thing I did,” I said, determined with a strong voice laced with the power of Alpha dominance as I tried to assure them and gave them hope.

“Archer and the tracker are already following the rogues that escaped during the attack,” I informed them. I did not know how long and what I would do in order to fulfil my promise, but I knew with every cell of my body that the words were true.

I would not rest until Lucas is back safe and sound. The pain they must feel was unimaginable for me. I could not comprehend as I was not a parent yet, but I still felt the agony and torment emitting from them. It was breaking my heart, but as an Alpha I needed to be strong for them, for the pack, I needed to be the rock they could lean on.

They looked at me with devastated expressions, but I saw a small flicker of hope lingering in their eyes. Throughout the pack bond I could feel the strength, love, loyalty and support the members were sending to them. I was proud to feel the pack connection blazing with many prayers for Lucas´s safety towards the Moon Goddess.

Many were offering help, words of encouragement, sending their love and devotion. I could feel the pain lessen as I opened my mouth to ask the hard questions.

“Can you tell me what happened?” I asked, seeing how Dean gulped, “Take your time,” I tried to lower and control my voice in hope not to scare or traumatise them any more than they already were.

While I was asking, Maeve came back holding a tray with cups of steaming tea and a bottle of whiskey. She put some whiskey into the cups of tea and handed it over to Dean and Emma to take.

“It seemed like one of those normal evenings. We had dinner, watched some telly and then we put Lucas to bed. He was out like a light, exhausted from running outside the whole day with his friends. He was, I mean he is,” Dean´s voice shook as he spoke in a low hushed voice as every word was causing him enormous physical pain, “he is a very curious, carefree and full of live.”

“Emma and I were downstairs when the alarm sound started signaling the attack. I was called to the northern border and before I left I told Emma to grab Lucas and go to the safe room in pack house,” Dean concluded, drinking a bit of spiked tea, and I remembered seeing his wolf fighting the rogues along my side at the border.

“I… I ran into Lucas´s room and took him, … we … we went to the pack house and got to the safe room. When Dean linked me that the attack was over, we got back home,” Emma said, and it was hard to understand because she was sobbing and sniffing uncontrolled so I patiently waited for her to find the words.

“Lucas was sleeping so I put him to bed and went down to wait for Dean. Everything was fine!” she started crying with her head in her hands. Her sobs were muffled by her palms.

“I got back about an hour later, after we cleaned the scene, we… we went to check on Lucas and that was when we saw the bed was empty,” Dean explained as his voice broke in the end.

He was hugging Emma, who buried her face in his chest, crying and whimpering.

“So, Lucas was taken after the attack,” Maeve said, more like confirmation than a question and seeing as Dean nodded. I sighed, running my hand through my unkept hair.

“Did you hear something? Or feel someone at the house?” I pried, feeling more and more sure that this was no ordinary rogue work, there was more in it.

I was afraid of the direction my thoughts were going, if it was true, we were in deeper problem that I would like to initially admit.

They both shook their heads before Emma looked up with teary face, “No, there was no sound or anything odd that would alert me, but…” I sobbed, “I…I was mind-linking with Dean and didn´t pay attention when he was walking home, so there was a time when I…” she didn´t finish, but I understood what she wanted to say, so I just nodded not wanting to disturb her more that she already was.

There was one thing bothering me from the beginning. “Why would someone take Lucas?” I just couldn´t understand, why him?

Dean´s eyes were filled with tears, but I could see them cloud indicating that he was mind-linking. I didn´t see if he was communicating with Emma as her face was still pressed against his chest, but I could not feel them via pack link, so they had to be using mate bond link. I let them talk privately, waiting for their internal conversation to end. Maeve looked at me as we watched Dean´s eyes focused again, signalling that they had come to a conclusion.

“We are not sure why, but there is something you should know about Lucas,” Dean started slowly as he was absentmindedly running his hand over Emma´s back.

“He is not our biological son. We adopted him when he was a ten-month-old pup from an orphanage in a nearby town. We couldn´t have a pup after I was injured, so we visited the orphanage where we saw Lucas. Immediately we knew he was not a human. We could strongly smell the wolf on him although, mixed with another scent we couldn´t recognise.” Dean finished and I c****d my head to the side with eyebrow raised in question.

Maeve´s eyes found mine in silent question. Did he mean …?