Lockon Gundam 00 Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 9 ~REGINA’S POV~ “That's not going to work.” A heavy sigh fell from my lips as I was interrupted for the tenth time. "Can't a girl give a speech without any interruptions? " “What makes you think that it's not going to work, Leonard?” That'd right the wolf who challenge my intelligence was none other than Leonard, a guard. Not the Alpha. Not the Beta but the guard. Why does the incompetent people question things they fail to understand.

"This is half the money. Where is the rest?" "You get the rest when the job is done perfectly," Yvonne stated firmly. She crossed her arms, keeping a safe distance from the two dangerous men. "I need you to handle a specific target. Her name is Tracy. She used to be the Luna of this pack." Brick let out a low, surprised whistle. "Going after the former Luna? That is highly illegal. If Chandler catches us touching his property, he will skin us alive." "Chandler is the one who approved this operation," Yvonne lied smoothly, knowing the mercenaries did not care about pack politics as long as they got paid. "But the plan must be absolutely fail-proof. You cannot mess this up."

His yellow hair brightens when it is exposed to sunlight, his blue eyes are very beautiful as the sea and he is full of armor on his well-built body. A slow smile worked its way across Luna's face and into her eyes, she felt relieved and a tear formed at the corner of her eye. "Let's go see him." Luna nodded excitedly and followed Edmondo. "Someone wants to see you, I'm sure you want to see her too," Edmondo said to his son who was busy shooting. He didn't even look at his own father. "Who is it?" Arayan asked. He fired another bow before turning to his father.

I watched Arnold as he removed his crown, pulled off his elaborate colorful lined robe, and spread it neatly on a hanger. He went into his dressing room and changed into his tunic (a loose-fitting knee-length shirt which has a sleeve). You could see his underwear underneath it. Arnold carried a box and I quickly warded my eyes off his direction when he began to walk towards me. He scooted to the length of my knee and raised my leg to his lap. I felt a shiver run through my spine the moment his hand made contact with my skin. He pushes my garment backward and touches my knee. My wolf cried out in excitement but I ignored her.

But thinking of what was going to happen, I was a little nervous and my voice trembled a little bit. I announced that Erika was the Luna of my pack and gave her a moon-shaped diamond brooch that had the word Blood Moon on it. It belonged to my mom, the former Luna, and now it belonged to Erika. I pinned it on her gown.

She stops in front of me and kneels, as I say. “Delta Karen. Do you accept and pledge to care for the Alpha and the newly restored CrystalMoon pack as its rightful Luna?” “I, Delta Karen, accept and pledge to care for the Alpha and the entire CrystalMoon pack as their rightful Luna.” I again make a small cut in the palm of her hand. She flinches a little at the sting but holds it there. I then re-cut my palm and again place my hand over hers, lining up the cuts. I feel the power surge and her eyes shine gold, as did mine. I hear her sharp intake of breath before it is echoed out within the pack as everyone is then connected to their new Luna.

“You’ll get used to it.” “I already am,” I admitted, and that was the truth. Crimson Snow Pack was nothing like Ironcrest. It wasn’t as structured, and not as disciplined. The warriors trained, yes but without the same precision I had grown up seeing. The packhouse wasn’t as grand, the people not as guarded. Everything felt… freer. And for a while, I convinced myself that was enough. Damon stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine before he intertwined our fingers.

I smile. "I, Jorden Rodriguez, Gamma-female of the Druit Guard pack, pledge my loyalty to my Luna, Amelie Ashwood, the mother of our pack." I bite my thumb again, and Jorden cuts her palm. "I accept your pledge. Please rise, Gamma." I let a few drops of my blood hit her palm. She drops back down to her knees and regains her composer. "Holy shit! Are all Luna's this strong?" I just smile. I cannot tell them that I am a descendant of the first of our kind.

This year, it would also mark Donna’s debut as Luna. I wasn’t ready. Neither was she. “She’s still recovering,” I said flatly, glancing toward the window where the sun struggled to pierce through the frost-stained glass. “If I present her now, they’ll eat her alive.” Roran’s expression tightened. “Then they will feast on doubt instead. You can’t protect her from the pack forever.” After they left, I stayed seated for a long while, staring at the mark on my wrist, the faint silver crest that flared whenever her heartbeat faltered.

Bloodhound lacked a lot and under the guidance of Merrick, the soldiers were only good enough to catch a petty thief but war was out of the question. George was a guard assigned to me on my first day as the supposed Luna. He was loyal to a fault, and when I tried to get rid of things that bothered me, I tried to train. He just happened to be inquisitive about certain things I failed to do and was able to carry them out. He was a good student. He told me he would use every skill he learnt to protect me. “Your guidance is my stronghold, my lady,” George said. “She’s a general now. Address her as such,” Sterling said.