"I'm saying that if the Alpha King's research is correct...then one of Gregory's sons isn't really his."
Celeste's mouth fell open, her eyes widening. "That couldn't be possible. Why would the Alpha start a war instead of just confirming it?"
"I don't know, he's probably doing things in the flashy way...you know..."
"I don't...but do you think it's true and what do you think we should do?"
"Bring Gregory's head to him on the day of the war and tie up Zillon and Xavier at the very centre of the pack lands, he can choose which child is his there..."
"Celia I don't think that's a very good ide—"
"You've never thought of anything I come up with as a good idea, but it is a good idea, like that time when I told you to trip Anderson in class and you didn't, so I had to do it. He never picked on us ever again."
"But this
A/N// Awwwe...These idiots. What do you think of their newfound friendship? I mean I still hate Celia, but blah, I'll let her be for now.
In a minute or so, Celia pulled away from Celeste, wiping the few tears that tainted her cheeks. "Let's go...and don't go around telling people I cried because of you." "Like I have anybody to tell." Celeste swiped her blond hair behind her ears, leading the way back to the top of the dungeon. There were two paths, adjacent stairs that lead to two different places, the side on the left was where Celia had been and the right side is where Xavier and the rogues Zillon caught last night were. Celeste stepped down the opposite path, her heartbeat quickening as she did so. She hadn't spoken to Xavier since the last time she confirmed just what she had been to him and she wasn't sure where this encounter would take her. She could smell his scent and she wasn't sure if she was just being delusional, but she could scent Zillon's as well. Nevertheless, she continued on her way down, and to her surprise, Zillon sat in
Celeste pouted. "Then can I at least cook for my friends?""No, cook for yourself and me... just me.""No!"Zillon ran a hand through his black hair, unfolding his legs to stand. "You now made it impossible for me to start my pity speech, so I won't even bother, I'll just let them out now, let's see you cook for them when they're gone" "No..."He dangled the keys in his hands, his eyes flashing over to Xavier as he opened up the padlock. "I don't think you'll be able to walk...you've ate nothing for more than three days Xavier, perhaps we could talk while Celeste cooks you something."Xavier clenched his jaw, standing to his feet. "Don't pity me, I could've survived longer, my vengeance for you filled my stomach enough these past days."Zillon shoved the door to his cell open, sighing softly to himself. "I still don't understand why you've grown so much hatred for me. I did you no wrong, I probably wasn't there when you
Zillon was right to not believe her, she kept messing with things and with people, well not really people, but him.Since they started, Celeste has been trying her best to convince him that she could train too and when he asked why, she couldn't give him a suitable answer. She knew she couldn't train, she was pregnant and borderline tormented, but through the two days that have passed, she had been his drive. She brought him water most of the times and was there to run her soft hands through his fur whenever he finished a practical training session.She along with some other pack women had filled an igloo with water for the rest of the pack and they cooked too. It had been helpful, but now that this was the very last day of such intense training, everybody was on the edge. The war was some time tonight and Zillon didn't think they were well prepared yet...People were having mental breakdowns especially the omegas, he was having a break
As soon as the afternoon sky reigned above the packlands, the men were set to rest, they talked, they ate and in anxiety they waited.Some slept, some didn't, some went home and some did not move from the training grounds. Zillon sat along the sidelines, Celeste's face hidden against his chest as she sat across his lap. "I don't like when you're like this. Why do I have to sit here?""Because Kitten, I want you to.""But everyon—""Nobody's looking, Celeste. Nobody even cares, everybody knows we're a thing, mates always do stuff like this.""Not in the open, because I've never seen them.""I see them all the time. Once when I was on patrol, I heard some awful groaning and thought it was someone dying from a rogue attack when in truth two wolves were just f*cking in the bushes like rabbit.""That's a lie and you kn
"You're right, I should've done just that, father... abandon you guys forever."Zillon cocked his head towards the voice. "Xavier...? What are you doi—?""I should've never came back...I'm a rogue after all, I'm not your family anymore.""That's why you should get out! Take your rogues with you, get them off my land.""Father!" Zillon intervened, his eyes shadowing with even more disbelief. "You have the courage to say that in front of his face too? How can you just tell him to leave? What's wrong with you?""It seems you weren't brought up right. Rogues are rogues no matter who they were before, we don't just accept them or their help, we kill them if they so much as trespass, and its not suppose to be different with him.""Then do you think I'd really kill my own brother? Do you think my heart is that black?""Y
Instead of at the borders, the pack warriers were lined out in front of the pack house. The women, the children were already hidden in the safehouse as Zillon had planned. They had food, water and was told to bring a set of change of clothes. The opening was hidden among the grass that tainted the land and mask was poured around it, the stronger one that Celia had been talking about, the one that could last for days... The doors were locked from the inside and Celeste held the key in her hands It was hell to get her to take it, hell to get her to go inside. She had been so adamant on wanting Zillon to come with her. She hadn't seemed so scared before, but it seems the nearer the war drew, the nearer her anxieties drew too. Tears had drowned her face as though it was a waterfall and she had held him so tight with no aim of letting go. Zillon found it hard to leave her as well, but he had to, didn't he...? &n
It tilted it's head, seeming to be in confusion until Zillon decided to speak. "Why are we fighting? Why is there a war?"The wolf scoffed, crouching down against the tough soil. Zillon could hear fluently as each of it's bones cracked and then before him, stood a man seeming to be in his late 30s. "I wonder if you're him..." He smirked."I'm who?""Why don't you ask Gregory and by the way, where's your brother?"'My brother?' Zillon thought, why was he asking about Xavier?"Why do you want to know?""It's unfair to start a war with someone so clueless, but regardless of that, the red blud pack will not lose its liability and trust because of this. If it takes eradicating this whole pack to find what I'm looking for, I will do so without remorse and Gregory...please bear in mind that you're the first person I'm coming at..."
Celeste sat on the cold floor, not able to eat a thing, she could hear the noise outside, the growls that sounded so much like screams, the paws that scraped like sharp knives against the dirt...She could hear it all despite the hands that covered her ears. Her sister was out there, her mate, her father and all her friends, and the worry within her would not die.Her heart felt like it was beating in her head, it kept hammering, every beat felt like it would kill her. She had a bad feeling about this, her hands kept shaking, her lips too and tears wouldn't stop running down her eyes.She hated this...she knew people were dying and that was the last thing she wanted. Her eyes kept glancing down at the keys in her lap, she wanted to go outside, she was a Luna, she didn't want to just sit back while everyone died...she's suppose to help and this duty that Xavier and Zillon had bestowed upon her was not considered helping..