The Alpha’s Triple Lunas

(Red Mountains)

Scott threw down his backpack. He had successfully reached the top of the mountain.

He held the bag in his hands and shuffled the remaining way to the gate that was guarded by four heavy bodied men.

They were tall and looked like they fed on steroids. They looked down at him consciously.

“The girl must have told you we were coming, didn’t she?” he sighed. So much for she’d let them know they’re coming.

The guards stared into space and Scott knew they were sending messages through mind link.

“Come in” they gave way to the entrance. Scott looked back to see if Red and Kyle were following but they were still far off.

“Thank you. Those two would be here soon” he continued his shuffle into the pack house. Or was it a courtyard he was getting in?

The house were made with white marbles and some with bricks. Three water fountains lined up in the middle of the yard.

The ‘yard’ was surely almost four plots of land. Not to add the neighboring forest and grasslands they had.

Flower, more of roses and blue bells, were aligned around the houses.

A beautiful sight and very welcoming for someone like Scott who adored nature and was used to such natural habitation.

The only thing off about the place was the absence of human presence. Scott couldn’t see a soul around.

His wolf hearing wasn’t picking anything either. He heard Red and Kyle walk in, soon they had the same confused expression as he had.

Red glimpsed back at the guards. What were they guarding if no one was here?

“Is they someone…?” he pointed around to Scott, in case it was just his eyes not seeing things.

Kyle took the honor or perusing the yard. The main hall was locked and on coming close, he heard some whispers.

“Someone is here. I don’t know if it’s an ambush. But get ready” he informed his Alpha through mind link. Scott studied him as he mind linked. Was he hearing something?

Red held unto Scott pulling him behind him in a brotherly manner, “I don’t know what’s going on. Be alert”.

Scott inclined his ears to hear something but didn’t. Kyle went back to them as the main hall door creeped open.

A small blonde girl, with a visible scar on her face, appeared in front of the door. She looked abused and pale. Scott could smell she was human.

“Um… where are your parents?” Scott attempted moving towards her. He saw some blood on her lips and it worried him.

She went backwards and bowed, “Please, follow me. They are inside”.

Her voice was so small and broken. Like she usually cried for hours. Scott gave Red a questioning look. Where they in the right place?

Red shrugged and went along with the girl.

“Scott Dwayne, son of Beta Dwayne. Descendants of the Forbidden Forest and now protector”.

Scott froze when he heard his name being called. The room was still empty till a figure appeared behind a black curtain.

Red noticed the little girl folded herself, smaller, as the man appeared. She moved back, shivering, and kept her head down.

Alpha Red looked at the man that came out. His smell wasn’t on the child so he couldn’t assume anything but his presence surely irritated her.

“I really admire your father’s bravery in that war. He even covered for me once. I guess that was the injury on his back when he died”.

The man paused for a minute, staring at Scott as he pulled the curtain down, revealing a sitting of werewolves above them. About a hundred.

“Leave Manny” he pushed the girl away from the visitors. She fell to the ground but picked herself up and scurried out.

“You watched my father die?” it wasn’t much of a question from Scott. He had had guesses that his father was already dead.

“Beta Dwayne died in my hands, my boy” an elderly woman, sitting amongst the hundred said, “He died a warrior. Be proud”.

Scott sighed inaudibly. Of course he’d be proud. His father died like a animal in war and couldn’t even be buried. His traces, all gone.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“And you grew to be a protector of your pack now it doesn’t have an Alpha. I am proud of what you’ve become” the elderly woman continued.

Red viewed around him. It felt like they were being trialed, “Is this how to welcome visitors? Ones who came from far?” he had to remind.

The man who had earlier spoken with Scott cleared his throat, “Red. I’d ask politely that you don’t join this conservation”.

Red raised his brows? What? So they ignored his presence on purpose?

“The Blue Moon are still allies of the pack trinity” Scott defended, “And we came with urgent matter. We’d need your help”.

The elderly woman, for some unknown reasons, looked disappointedly at Scott.

Just one moment she was saying she was proud of the man he had become and the next, such look?

Scott didn’t ponder much on it and tried bringing his report to life. Red folded his arms, in discomfort and displeasure.

If he’d known he was so unwanted, he could’ve stayed with the family, down the mountains. Kyle searched around for a place to sit but only the seats amongst the hundred were left.

“You want us to carry our warriors to raid the Dark Dragon Dynasty Palace? Why did you change your mind?” the man laughed.

Scott tilted his head, “Change my mind?”.

The man waved it off, “Not you. Your father. He always thought we could speak peacefully with those humans till the war broke out”.

Scott fell mute. His father had been looking out for peace? Yet, died not even seeing a glance of it. Peace was never an option.

“Humans? You say that in a derogatory term. This is about the Dark Dragon Dynasty not Humans” Alpha Red chirped in the chat.

“And that’s the problem I have with the Blue Moon Pack. I hear you accept humans to your pack. Mate with them and train them”.

Visible disgust was on the man’s face.

“Excuse me, you don’t have problem with humans, do you? They are different types of people” Scott raised his hands to say.

“The type of people who massacred many of our brothers and sisters, three years ago, are called Humans” the elderly woman snapped.

Red scoffed walking past Scott towards her, Kyle followed behind him, “So the Red Mountains spent their time in isolation here sulking over the war? While more brothers kept dying?”.

Scott nudged him to stop. He’d only provoke them. And they were so many he couldn’t stand provoking them. It wasn’t what they came for.