Their Death

Aethelwulf POV

“How's the situation over there?” I asked over the phone as my driver kept driving.

“It's getting bad by the minute, twenty persons with the same bite,” he said over the line, and I rubbed my temple slightly. This is so bad; I hope the doctors don't get infected too.

“I'm close by,” I added, then hung up in the car. I continued doing my research with my tablet.

Last night was bliss. I have been celibate for over two years now, but then I don't understand why I gave in to the lady's request without a second thought, as though something pulled me to do that.

I shook my head lightly; this isn't the time to be thinking of the sex I had last night. Fair enough, it was bliss, but then it ends there; she should find her way back to wherever she's from.

“We're here,” my driver announced, and I looked up from my tablet immediately. I opened the car door and stepped down.

“Preston had really done a good job here,” I muttered as I walked towards the gate; the guards might recognize my scent, perhaps, and they opened the door without questioning.

I made my way to the main entrance, and Preston rushed towards me and gave me a really tight hug. “Ten fucking years!” He exclaimed as he broke the hug and hugged me again.

“I can't believe we survived this,” I added, then we laughed out; he finally shook my hand, and we walked to a sofa and sat down.

“Welcome home, Alpha Aethelwulf.” I turned sharply at that voice, Old Phoebe.

“Wow,” I exclaimed as I stood up and hugged her tightly.

“Phoebe, you're still alive,” I let out, and she smacked my shoulders.

“Of course I am,” she said. I pecked her hands, and she bowed slightly and stepped out.

“I'm so happy to have you back,” Preston said. I would rather not ruin his happiness just yet. I didn't come back to stay, but he can believe what he wants for now.

“So where's your Luna?” I asked, and a deep frown formed on his face, but it disappeared almost immediately.

“She's not yet back, but my fated mate is in,” he replied, and I raised an eyebrow.

“It's a long story,” he said with a sigh. I think this isn't the right time for that story right now.

“We can leave the catching up for now; let's go to the hospital,” I suggested, and he nodded and sprang up immediately.

“We also need to announce your arrival to the people this night,” he said, and I rolled my eyes; whatever he wants, I will prefer no one knows my identity, but then the entire elders and all.

Reaching the hospital, we were advised to put on nose masks and a nylon-like clothing to protect ourselves from the virus as we were helping out in the ward; over twenty more people were brought in, and up to ten persons died right in front of me.

We left the hospital to have a meeting with the pack priest. “The twin Alphas of the Moonlight Pack,” he called out as he walked into the waiting room and sat down.

“Aethelwulf, even though you've spent more than a decade in the human world, your aura and powers still radiate greatly on you; your strong Alpha presence still announces your name,” he added while staring deep into my eyes, and I returned the favor.

“Welcome home, the great Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.” He bowed in honor, and I bowed slightly in response to him.

“Zacon, what do you think is the solution to this pandemic that is slowly saturating our pack?” Preston asked, I can feel the bit of anger in his tone; my twin brother can never change.

I couldn't help smirking at his petty behavior that he can't even conceal. “The moon goddess has given your Luna a directive, and with the help of Aethelwulf's power, our land will be healed,” he announced, and I turned to look at Preston. I can only imagine what's going on in his mind right now.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked further with his eyebrows knitted together.

“It's time for my prayers, my Alpha; I must return to my chamber.” He said, then stood up, bowed at the both of us, and walked back into his chamber.

“Have you spoken to your Luna today?” I asked, and he nodded, still staring at the door Zacon walked into.

“She's a great healer, from the healer's clan, and has proven to be gifted by her ancestors,” he added as he stood up, and I followed suit.

“She should be back by now,” he said as we walked into the car and the driver drove off.

Growing up, it was difficult to tell that we were twins, especially for the fact that we have different features in everything down to our skin color. I'm dark-skinned, with black hair and blue eyes. I got that from my mom, though she wasn't dark-skinned, but she came from a Black American lineage. My twin brother, on the other hand, is light-skinned, has blonde hair just like my dad's, and has green eyes.

We look more like strangers than twins, but we are. Growing up, my parents seemed to favor my brother over me in every single thing. I accepted it; I learned to see it as normal, but the funny thing is how my brother still gets so jealous over my things even if he's smarter—well, better. He wanted everything I had.

Furthermore, we still grew loving each other amidst our imperfections, until the night we turned eighteen, the night that changed my fate, our fate, a bloody night that took my innocence, stained my hands with blood and darkened my life forever.

“Hey bro, we've arrived,” Preston called out from outside. I didn't even realize when he strode out of the car. I stepped down as well; darkness has already embraced the sky, and the moon stood in its glory, illuminating the earth. We walked into the mansion, and I saw two she-wolves dragging a silver arrow.

Preston ran towards them immediately, but before he could drag the silver arrow out of their hands, one of the ladies stabbed it into the other, and she fell unconscious on the tiled floor immediately.

“Tasha!” He called out as he lifted the lady up in his arms, as she was slowly shifting fully to her human form as her wolf couldn't bear the pain.

The other lady tried to run and I held her hand, and she looked up at me.

“What?” I muttered confusedly, the same lady from last night.

“I am your Luna; you have no right to stop me. Move!"