Saved By The Alpha's Superpowered Son

[Hyacinth][The Moon Goddess Temple - The Tribunal of Elders]“Hyacinth Althea Monrovia James, you have been brought before the Tribunal of Elders because you have been accused of the crime of adultery,” the older wolf pauses, looking down on me with no attempt to hide his disgust. “How do you plead?”I am standing inside the backroom of the pack Moon Goddess Temple. The walls are white, the floors are white. Everything is pure except for me. Still draped in the same dirty sheet as before, I am covered in filth. Unlike other packs, our pack does not have an Alpha. Instead, we have a Tribunal Elders made up of the most influential members of our pack, put in place after our last Alpha passed away. Someday we may have a new Alpha, but until then they are in charge of running the pack and meeting for tribunals to solve pack issues.They stare at me from their tall backed chairs, waiting for me to respond. The world is spinning, I can barely stand. Not just from nerves, but from the lin

[6 years later][Hyacinth]“I found a woman on the side of the road,” Out of breath, Drew opens the door with a slam, using his foot to kick it open, his hands too full to turn the knob properly. “Lying inside of a broken down car.”“Set her down on the table,” I instruct him. As soon as she is flat on her back, I begin to check her vitals. “Thank the goddess it wasn’t a sunny day, or she might have been a corpse instead of a patient.”I was on my way back from a nearby pack, so thankfully I have my usual medical kit with me. Carefully I examine her. She is very thin, and frail. Her dress is expensive, so I can tell she comes from a wealthy family, but for some reason, she was traveling alone. That’s when I noticed something.She’s pregnant. Her belly is just starting to show.This poor girl. Maybe she is escaping a similar shame. And she looks sick. Thankfully, I know just how to help her. As a pack less rogue, I treat wolves from everywhere, sometimes traveling far to treat the v

[Hyacinth] Ash starts screaming. She is angry to see me. Not just angry, livid. She yanks my hat and sunglasses from my face, pointing and shouting. I expected her to be surprised if we were to come across one another, but our relationship had always been jovial. Before the incident, we were the best of friends. Why would she be so angry to see me?“Cindy! What are you doing here?! You need to leave, NOW!”I don’t get a chance to respond before the Alpha grabs her arm and begins to drag her out of the clinic grumbling under his breath something about “behaving like a proper Luna.”I stand there, stunned for a moment as I take a few deep breaths to even out my breathing. My hands shaking, I reach down to pick up the hat and glasses, useless now that I’ve been exposed. I expected some negativity when I was finally uncovered, but that reaction from my sister hurt me deeply. She was angry to see me, but why? What have I ever done to make her hate me?Something else is going on here. Some

[Slate] [Flashback–At the Clinic] The sound of Ashlynd’s voice when she whines sounds like nails raking across a chalkboard–scratchy and painful and slightly vomit-inducing. “Ash, I told you I’d meet you at the packhouse. Why are you here?” “Darling, you know I hate waiting,” she coos as she moves in closer, completely ignoring the fact that I was in the middle of a conversation. “How does it look to the others when you make your Luna wait an hour for you to arrive?” she huffs. I want to tell her I’m busy, but I don’t get a chance. She takes one sniff of the doctor and reaches forward to pull off her hat. “I knew it!” she shouts, pointing at the doctor and snatching off her glasses, “Cindy! What are you doing here?! You need to leave, NOW!” The doctor, Cindy, just stands there, taking the verbal abuse spewing from the mouth of my fiance. Feeling oddly protective of this woman I just met, I grab Ashlynd’s hand and growl softly, “Let’s go.” I pull Ash aside, the nurses and othe

[Hyacinth] When Lisa showed me to my new office, I wanted to cry. There are papers piled everywhere. Boxes and boxes of them. It looks like in addition to an absent pack doctor, they also have a shortage of support staff. Before I could even make my first rounds, I found myself spending an hour clearing off enough paperwork to reclaim my desk and then another thirty minutes disinfecting it, scraping the grime of old coffee rings and melted candy bars. Part of me is tempted to just burn it all and start over, but I know that each one of those pieces of paper represents an important moment in somebody’s life. As I sift through the paperwork, I find a file with my name on it right next to one with my mother’s name on it. Interesting. Setting them in the newly cleaned-out top drawer of my desk, I promise myself that I will read those later. I have so many questions about myself and my mother. Maybe those files will give me some answers. Around 10 o'clock, I take a break from cleani