Chapter Five

ROMAN

My attention was really focused on the clay in front of me, gently spinning it on the wheel and carefully molding and reshaping. Over and over again.

I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I called.

The door swung open. Zach and Malachi entered, behind them were two guards dragging a feeble looking man on the floor.

I turned my attention back to the mud and continued molding .It was the only creative thing I have been doing for a thousand years apart from planning how to increase and build my empire or executing anyone who stands in my way.

Inaya loved pottery and she taught me how to mold. She really enjoys it and spends all her free time doing exactly what she loves. Such happy days.

“Alpha? the old geezer is here.” Zach said bowing, and the two other guards dropped him on the floor and also bowed their heads to me and left.

“Hello again Seer Jules, how long has it been this time?” I said still not looking up from the clay. The man trembled at the sound of my voice. Why wouldn't he, I have made him suffer and practically rot in that tiny dungeon for over 500 years.

He was the Seer of our pack a thousand years ago. My father respected him a lot because of the incredible and special powers he holds as a servant of the moon goddess.

But the crazy old geezer was actually more greedy than he lets on. He betrayed our pack and sold us out to the Willow pack because of his greed. A whole pack perished because of him.

I chased him for hundreds of years before I finally caught him. I locked him in the dungeon because I didn't want to give him the least pleasure of death.

“It has been 20 years, Alpha.” The man stammered. His face was on the floor. He wouldn't dare look at me.

“ Hmm,” I grunted. “ And what did you tell me that day?” I asked.

“ I told you that the Arion has been reborn into the Willow pack, Alpha.”

“Hmm,” I grunted again, and it sure as hell scared the shit out of him.

“It's been twenty years, Seer. She hasn't wolf less to talk of her possessing the power of being the Arion, Seer? Why is that?” I asked, dropping the clay and focusing my cold eyes on the old man.

“ I … I have no idea, Alpha. It's all news to me.”

“Oh really, why don't you conjure all powers and communicate with the moon goddess asking her why it is so?” Zach chipped in, hitting the man on the head with his palm. It was a rhetorical question and the Seer trembled in fear.

“So you can't provide an answer to my question right?” I waited but no answer came, just sobbing sounds and it has started to irritate me.

“Cut off his two hands.” I commanded and Malachi brought out his blade immediately. The man started screaming, begging for mercy.

“Please, please Alpha, show mercy.”

“ Why should I, when you are obviously not useful to me.” I knew cutting off his hands would practically make him useless. He won't be able to communicate with the moon goddess again and I'm very sure his survival back in the dungeon will be short lived as well.

“ The blood moon. The blood moon.” He suddenly said, switching from begging to actually providing answers.

“Go on.” I said, raising a motion for Malachi to stop.

“ The blood moon.” He said again.

“ Get on with it then.” Zach said, already irritated.

“ For the Arion’s power to fully come out, there needs to be a ritual on the day of the blood moon.”

“We already know that.” Zach chipped in, rolling his eyes back into his head.

“ No, no,there needs to be a blood sacrifice. Of the girl.”

“She'll die.” Malachi interjected.

“ No, it will be just a few drops of her blood. It will bind the Arion to her pack. So her priority will be to save and protect the pack with all her power.” The Seer said frantically looking back and forth at Malachi and Zach just in case they suddenly sprang on him and slit his throat.

“ When will this blood moon happen?” I asked in a calm yet cold voice.”

“ The blood moon only occurs once in a thousand years. If my calculation is right it means the blood moon will arise in the next three days.” The Seer concluded.

“How are you so sure about that?” I asked.

“The moon goddess already gave me an insight for it.”

“Really? then that means the moon goddess is also talking to me because we already know the day of the blood moon.” I glared at him and he bowed his head, whimpering uncontrollably.

“Tell the guards to take him away. Zach, Malachi stay behind.” I said and Malachi called the guards who dragged him out of the room.

“Alpha, we certainly can't allow that to happen. She's the main tool for our plan.” Malachi said, stating the obvious.

“ I know. Now, I want you to send messages to our people in the Willow pack. Tell them to get the necessary information about the blood moon. There's no way Alpha Tan and that witch will not know anything about it.” I said, and returned my focus back to my clay. Both of them took the cue, bowed down and left to face the task at hand.

I spent one more hour molding and at last a nice vase was standing as the end result.

“Nice.” I whispered to myself in satisfaction.

“Time to go see my little wolf.” I said to myself.

After that night 20 years ago. I decided I didn't want to know her face but of course I am aware of her every move, down to the decisions she makes and down to the food she eats.

Through the deep woods, I raced to one of the hidden gateways of Amaranth which leads to the other parallel universe, Alaska.

I got there and opened the gate using my blood.

Only a true alpha's blood can open the gates.

The gateway opens revealing a portal. I stepped in with the gateway closing firm behind me.

Immediately I arrived, I went to my mansion, took the keys to one of my Mercedes Benz and drove into the night. Straight to Tranquil Hill.

For a thousand years, I have waited for this day. And it is finally coming to reality.

It was well past 12 midnight. I shifted uncomfortably in my car. It's been so long since I drove one of these less to talk of spending hours rooted in its seats. I saw my little wolf jump out of the window and a smile played on my lips.

Our time together will be very interesting and unforgettable. Soon.

I watched her dash past my car into the woods and started running on her all fours. Her bones breaking in the process. I could hear her groans and pain. She's turning and eventually she did turn on her own. That's very strong of her to do alone.

She was a white wolf. A rare type. Just like Inaya.

I followed her and raced with her for hours till she grew tired and slowed down, then passed out.

I neared her slowly, finally looking at her face for the first time in 20 years. I intentionally didn't want to know what she looked like, but I had positioned people in her everyday life who gave me feedback on how she's doing. I already knew about her coming to Tranquil Hill before she set foot in it, and also the probability of her turning under the full moon tonight.

Her auburn hair covered her face. I bent down and pushed back the hair. I noted the narrow nose, plump lips and delicate jawline. I took a step back and a gasp escaped my lips as my eyes saw her face.

“ Inaya.”