A disgrace to the Pack

Celia watched as her master, Logan kept wincing and writhing in pain. He has been like that for the past few days. She had kept him in her house. Due to the amount of wolfbane he had taken in, it made it hard for his outer wounds to heal as fast as a werewolf’s wound normally does.

Her master has now been declared wanted by Alpha Morris, his father. Losing the combat was not something everyone expected. Logan is known for his power to destroy a herd of hefty werewolves, and just like that, he lost the most important combat of his life. 

The Lichen pack has turned into a mockery which was a disgrace to Alpha Morris, as a leader and also a father. He was deeply disappointed and angry with him. But when his other son, Kevin stepped into the ring and defeated the rest of the werewolves, Alpha Morris knew that he had to come to a decision. If his elder son who he expected to be the next Alpha of the three Packs he rules one day couldn’t do it, his valiant younger brother would. 

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Celia left Logan alone in the house so that no one will ever suspect her of something. If she wants to live a longer life, she will have to act as if she knows nothing concerning Logan. 

As she had heard, an interrogation will take place in the next two days if her master is yet to be found. This means each and every house of the pack will be checked, regardless of your rank and power.

She prayed that before it was time, her master would be back on his feet and do what is needed of him. She loves her master, for he is the most caring person she had met in the pack, apart from the Luna but still she can’t lose her life over him. 

Meanwhile, Logan sweats furiously on the bed. It was as if he was having a nightmare. He has been having those nightmares since the day he fell unconscious, the wolf-bane weakening him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Slowly, he opened his eyes. His eyes easily adjusted to how dim the room is. He strengthened up before he forced his body to sit on the bed.

He winced in pain, as he touched his head. A weary band kept the wound in place. He is healing slowly.

But the question was where did he get all these wounds? The memories of the event kept on rushing to his mind, how he was beaten up in the ring and defeated. How he mistook his personal maid for his mate.

He wondered how his father, the Alpha, was and how his poor mother was too. They will surely be disappointed because what he exhibited in the ring was not the powerful and strong som they had raised. It was the utter opposite. He was now a disappointment to his parents and the pack. He buried his face in his hands. “I will be fine,” he muttered.

Mustering the rest of the courage he had in him, he stood up to make his way out of the little cottage.

The sun had risen fully and the birds weren't chirping anymore.  He dragged his other feet that were badly wounded while he weighed his body on the other leg. He walked for a while until he was feeling stressed out. He was not himself. It was as if he was being possessed by someone, who was powerless.

Logan really reached the wall, guiding the pack. He saw a figure standing, he approached the figure hoping it was someone good.

Looking startled, the figure turned. It turned out to be his guard. “Master,” the guard cried out.

Logan released a weak smile at him. “Things are bad at the pack housemaster, you are wanted and your brother, Kevin, has taken over the Beta title.” The guard informed me as if he read his mind.

He nodded at the guard. “I need to see the Alpha,” he uttered painfully.

The guard helped him to the packhouse. They earned whispers and flares as they walked toward the Packhouse. Some thought he had run away while some assumed he had died but either way, they never expected to see him there again.

They were stopped at the door leading inside. “We will let the Alpha know you are here.” The human guard that stopped them said, as he hurried in surprise.

Logan helped himself sit down. The walk from the walls to the packhouse had torn him down. To cover things up, he masked his tiredness off. There are people looking up to him and he can’t let them down, most especially his mother.

His mother was the first person to rush out of the house with the human guard trailing behind her. “Baby wolf.” She cried as she clutched him to her chest.

“I am finding it hard to breathe.” Logan voiced out. 

Hearing that, she slowly let him go and her hands made their way to his face. “Why? Why did you do it? Why did you have to disgrace us that way?” She questioned, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mama, I don’t know. I can’t really explain myself now but I didn’t lose intentionally. I would never do that.” He replied looking into her eyes.

The Luna kept chanting words he had no knowledge of. All he wanted to do was to prove that he had not done anything intentionally, he did lose the combat because he didn’t want to. It was not his fault. 

When she was done, she turned to call out her maid. “I want you to bring all the food that is available for Logan now.” She ordered.

The maid shuddered in fear as she ran back inside the house to bring what she was ordered to bring. “Water first Mama.” Logan croaked out.

“Oh yes.” She exclaimed, remembering she had brought water for him. She watched as Logan gulped down the water as if he was being chased. Oh, her poor baby wolf. If he had known what was in store for him, then he wouldn't have returned to the pack now.

“Why are you treating a traitor with sympathy?” The Alpha voice thundered, his voice reverberating through the walls of the house.