Tristan's Confusion

Tristan woke up suddenly, he was sweating profusely. The dream had felt too real. He got out of bed rubbing a hand on his head as he tried to make sense of the dream or vision, whatever it could be called. In it he had seen  a child, his eyes too bright, his  voice too strong. A child that called to something deep inside him.   He swung his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed he’d claimed for himself, his muscles tensed as he tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t leave.   

He wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on such things. He was a rogue, he answered to no one and didn't play by any rules. He was a man who didn't believe power was given by fate but that it had to be taken. And yet, his fists clenched.   He had felt something in that vision, something that had unsettled him.  Just then there was a knock on his makeshift cabin door. It was his second in command, Maddox. 

“Tristan, what happened to you? You look like someone who just saw a ghost” he said, noticing the expression on his face. 

As he stepped in, he gazed intently at Tristan 

“Nightmares?”   

Tristan scoffed. 

“Do I look to you like someone who has nightmares?” 

Maddox looked at him as if he wanted to say something but decided not to. 

“We have to move immediately,” he said. 

The packs are restless. 

“Seems your rendezvous with Alpha Leclair's daughter is going before you” he said with a smirk on his face. 

Immediately Tristan began to relieve in his mind the memory of their fight together and the strange connection between them and what they had shared afterwards. And now strangely, this dream. The vision of  a child, his jaw tightened.   He turned away from Maddox, moving toward the worn trunk at the edge of the room. He flipped it open, searching through the old books and scraps of information he had collected over the years and then he found it. A leather-bound text, old and frayed at the edges.   Maddox frowned. 

“What’s that?” Tristan didn’t answer.   

His eyes scanned the page and immediately the words he was looking for seemed to jump out at him as if they had been waiting for this moment. 

“A Pure Alpha shall rise, born of two who should never be." 

His stomach twisted.   Because for the first time in his life, Tristan felt the pull of fate and he hated it cos it's something he has never believed in.

Isabella stood before her father in his chambers as the morning sun drifted into the room. Her father looked intently at her, his face unreadable. She had told him everything, the fight with the rogue Alpha, the vision and the undeniable connection she felt to it. He had listened in silence and now he simply watched her, as if weighing whether her words even deserved acknowledgment.   

Finally, he sighed. 

“Isabella.”  

She braced herself for what was to come. 

“You are a warrior and should not bother yourself with such fairy tales” 

Isabella could not believe that after everything she had sacrificed her father still thought less of her.  

“It wasn’t just a dream!” She took a step closer, frustration flaring to life inside her. 

“The Blood Moon is different this time and you know that. I’m not the only one who felt it.”   

Her father looked angrily at her as he shouted. 

“Enough of all this your nonsense talk about dreams and prophecy” his voice echoing through the room  

“You have been trained as a warrior to protect the pack and not to see dreams and visions” 

Isabella refused to be intimidated by her father's outburst as she said. 

“And what if the dreams and visions as you call it are real?” 

Her father's expression hardened. 

“Then I do not think that it is your duty to concern yourself with such and I will not entertain the idea that my own daughter would be foolish enough to believe that she's connected to some stupid ancient prophecy.” 

The words hit harder than she expected. Her father had never entertained the thought of her leading. She knew that already but it still hurts her each time she hears him say it. 

“And if I am?” her father was silent and then without warning he said 

“Then you are even more foolish than I thought initially.” 

At that point it became clear to Isabella that she would never get her father's approval and whatever truth she wanted to know, she would have to find it herself.

Meanwhile somewhere, at the center of a vast stone wall stood Edmund Drake. He was a very tall man whose presence alone made even the most deadly warriors uneasy. A man whose soul has long stopped caring about humanity. The moment the Blood Moon had risen, he had felt the energy and immediately sent his creatures to capture the girl and even though they had failed, that attack was just a small test compared to what was to come especially now that he knows she's carrying The Pure Alpha. 

He had spent years trying to change the course of nature and now the prophecy was unfolding before his very eyes . He smiled coldly as he said to himself  

“The child will be mine,” his voice barely above a whisper.  

His loyal followers lurked in the shadows watching their master knowing that they dared not speak unless they are spoken to. He turned to the only  woman in their midst, she was the most ruthless amongst them. 

“Prepare the others,” he commanded. 

“We will strike as soon as the time is right” with her head slightly bowed she asked 

“What about the Alpha's daughter?” 

He smiled devilishly, a smile devoid of warmth but full of dangerous thoughts. 

“She will be mine soon”