Chapter 2. The Ghost Pack

Chaste POV

I was able to return to my house, which is located in the center of our territory, but I felt myself burning from flames and my head was spinning.

I opened the door while wobbling on my own feet, eager to get inside.

“Alpha! Are you okay?” my Beta, Matthew, inquired as he opened the door, but I pushed him away, so I could enter. I walked into my house and sat dizzily on my sofa. My vision is still playing tricks on me, blurring and making it difficult for me to open my eyes.

I groaned, feeling my chest ache, and undressed, tossing my robe on the table across from mine.

“Is thaf blood in your shirt?” Matthew wondered out loud, about to check it, but I pushed him again.

“Why aren't you healing?” he noticed, running into the small cabinet and retrieving the first aid kit.

“Please allow me to assist—”

“Give it to me,” I said sternly, trying to keep my voice steady.

He placed the kit beside me, and I attempted to open it with my hand. I tried looking at the small box of first aid supplies, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

“Alpha, let me assist you,” Matthew said vaguely as my ears began to ring loudly.

“Arghhhhhhh,” I yelled at the force of it, which was causing severe pain in my head. I just messed with my hair to try to relax and deal with whatever was going on in my body.

Someone was cutting my clothes, and something cold was touching my wound.

“ARGHHHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” I hollered, sweeping my hand all over the seat in front of me. I could feel various objects smashing on the floor and scattering.

Then, while still complaining about the pain in my wound and head, I heard heavy footsteps outside.

“Doctor Daleon,” Matthew said, and I opened my eyes, but all I saw was a faint shadow dancing in the air.

“He came out of the woods, then returned with claws in his chest, and then this happened,” Matthew told the doctor.

I groaned and prepared to stand, but they stopped me and returned me to my seat on the couch.

I even added a barrier to prevent any member of my pack from mind-linking me or, worse, from suspecting that something strange was going on with me.

“ARGHHHHHHH, WHY THE HELL ARE MY WOUNDS BURNING LIKE THIS!” I groaned as a syringe was thrust into my shoulder.

I felt sweat dripping into my brow after a few minutes as drowsiness crept in, but I still didn't want to sleep.

I am not going to sleep!

I've mastered the art of resisting these sleeping injections, and my body has grown accustomed to them.

“This wounds,” the doctor mumbled incomprehensibly.

“What's up with his wounds, doctor?” Matt asked specifically curtly, while I kept my eyes closed, pretending that the drug they injected had already taken effect.

“I've never seen this kind of poison in someone's claws,” he said as he injected liquid medicine into my chest.

“I don't understand anything, doctor; could you please enlighten me?” Matt, my Beta, asked, perplexed.

“The structure of these claws, as well as the effects they have after injuring someone, are similar to what I've heard and read about the ghost pack.”

“The ghost pack?” interjected Matt.

“The pack devoured by the Earth Goddess, Paramethra; they are the last pure white wolf pack, and the elders believe they are the last powerful heirs of the Moon Goddess, Sol.”

“The moon goddess?! Haven't goddess Paramethra and goddess Sol been enemies since the dawn of creation?”

“Yes, they are, which is why the goddess of Earth took advantage of the situation and devoured the pack, as that is the White Moon pack with all pure white wolves members, but no one survived after the so-called purification of Paramethra. That's why they are called the ghost pack.”

“But, given Alpha Chaste's wounds, do you think they returned? Or was goddess Sol able to save some of them? And now they're lurking in our territory, ready to harm our Alpha.”

“Impossible,” I couldn't help but say in response to their conversation.

“Don't say you'd been listening from the start?” my Beta asked, frowning.

I nodded and attempted to sit on the sofa, but all I could do was complain about my pain.

“Let me assist you,” insisted the doctor.

“Alpha, I'm thinking of linking our guards to our borders to increase vigilance, as well as those patrolling our pack territory,” Matt said, bowing his head.

When I couldn't find what I was looking for, I asked, “Where's the Omega?”

I just rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch as Matthew swallowed a little. I already know where he prefers to be, with his mate.

“Our Omega is very enviable; as you can imagine, he has already discovered and found his mate, whereas the two of us have not. How pitiful we are.”

“Just shut up, Matt. You're a very talkative man.” I marveled at him, giving him a sharp look as he raises my hand as if giving up.

I looked at the doctor and nodded, giving him the opportunity to speak and explain what had happened because I had only just experienced it now in my entire life. I scratched and got a little sore, but the disease nearly killed me. My strength is well-known throughout the country due to my own strength and fighting prowess, particularly in physical combat and attack, but I've never encountered anything like this before. Is it true that she was a member of the White Moon pack? But it's impossible because they've all died during the purification process.

“Don't you think she's capable enough to be our Luna?” my wolf argued.

“Alpha, are you listening?” Someone tapped my shoulder, and because I was out of my mind and thought he was a threat, I grabbed and broke the hand that landed on me. As Matthew grabbed my hand to release it, I could hear a loud whimper next to me.

I was distracted by the reflex of holding the broken hand, and almost widened my eyes when I realized I had injured our pack's doctor.

I froze as I let go of his hand.

“You can leave now; I'll talk to you about my health and the pack's overall health reports in my office tomorrow,” I told him, forcing him to stand up.

…….

“Alpha, the pack doctor is outside your office for health reports,” one of my men said over the mind link.

“Let him in,” I said, closing the folder I was looking through.

I rubbed my sinuses gently, taking care not to touch my wounds.

I heard three faint knocks on the door, and it opened to reveal the doctor who had been at my house the night before, carrying a folder.

“Start,” I say firmly, making his knees tremble. 

“The pack's overall health is in good shape; only 6% have fallen ill this year, down nearly 10% from last year; the vast majority of those who fell ill were those living near the Dan River, where the poisoning occurred.”

“Enough, just put the folder in my table, so I can review the data,” I slashed into his report. I looked up at him, examining his obviously out-of-date body.

“Why haven't my scratches and wounds on my body healed yet?” I thought long and hard. He simply swallowed and remained silent for a few moments, which irritated me.

I slammed the folder on my desk, causing him to jump slightly in fear and panic.

“I'm asking you a question! Why don't my wounds heal?” I screamed, leaping from my seat. I screamed in rage as I ripped the paper from the folder and threw it away.

“Can you calm down first, Alpha? I'm just hesitant to tell you because you might not believe it,” he explained, frowning at my brow.

“Say it directly,” I ordered him once more because I was frustrated.

“I know you heard our Beta conversation last night, and it's true. Usually, the wound we get from werewolves heals right away, but there is a limit. The goddess Sol presents the White Moon pack unique strength and ability as an advantage and protection, and that is the poison in their nails that can kill other packs that try to fight them.”

“This is nonsense,” I spit angrily as I raised my two hands on the table and stared at the doctor, who, unlike before, resisted the stare.

“I know you don't believe or simply don't want to accept, but that's all I see as a possible reason,” he added obstinately.

“You used herbs and medicines, so why don't you want to disappear and heal? “ I question him.

“When their claws, cannines, and saliva land in the blood of anyone, werewolves, witches, vampires, or even humans, their claws, cannines, and saliva are poisonous.” Unfortunately, the antidote has yet to be discovered by anyone other than their own pack. So, the only thing I can do for your wound is temporarily relieved aches and pains, but I still can't heal you. “ He's got a long line.

“WHAT IN THE HELL! YOU'RE OUR DOCTOR, BUT YOU'RE NOT SKILLED ENOUGH TO HEAL MY WOUNDS?! AND NOW YOU'RE SPITTING LIES AND HISTORICAL GOSSIPS IN ORDER TO COVER YOUR STUPIDITY AS A DOCTOR! “ I charge him.

“We have no choice but to catch or hand over whomever you met last night, so we can get the medicine or method,” he suggested, but I was simply shaken.

“How do you find a creature that may be dead?” I sarcastically inquired.

“What do you mean?” He was taken aback by the question.

"I stabbed her with my arrow head, which has a silver blade, and only a miracle can save her,” I say irritably as I pour wine into my cupboard. I stirred it by silently moving the glass and watching the liquid ripple in time with the movement of my hand.

“Alpha, there's a woman here in the North border who claims to be carrying medicine that can cure you,”Alkane, my Omega, reported through our mind link.

“Bring her here,” I said firmly.

“But, Alpha, aren't you in injuries?”

“Just shut up, Alkane! Bring her here right now!” I exclaimed, distraught, at doctor Daleon.

“You stay here; a woman allegedly brought medicine for my wounds, but I need you to check the quality and see if it can truly heal me.”

“This doctor will obey,” he says, agreeing.

I sat back in my swivel chair, continuing to pour wine into my glass.

We later heard footsteps and a knock on my door, but my wolf was suddenly rejoicing. I smelled daffodils, which calmed me down. As if it were sweet, the smell sliver into my core.

My heart almost jumped into my rib cage as the door opened. Alkane arrived with a stunning beauty.

She's dressed in a long white gown that reaches all the way to the floor. Her pitch black hair was sloppy, as if it were rippling behind her. I looked at her face as if she were an angel. Red heart-shaped lips that appear to be both charming and soft. Runny nose and flushed cheeks, and she had round eyes with long lashes and black orbs. I didn't realize we were both staring at each other. 

“She's here,” 

“Mate,” we both said at the same time.