Luna Of The North

Chapter 7: His Identity

Maybelle was sitting on a chair as the medic was checking Roger. She had changed herself into a simple pale yellow gown. Her hair was tied into a loose braid. She was looking at Roger worriedly. The medic had already applied some ointments on his wounds. Roger also looked much better than before.

“There is no more silver in your system, my lord. Thank the moon goddess you were brought here at the right moment,” the medic said, assuring them.

Roger looked towards the werewolf princess once, with a thankful gaze. Maybelle smiled back. She could not thank Dimitry enough. If he were not there yesterday, she did not even want to imagine the rest. He took them to this clinic last night.

*** ** Flash Back Starts ** ***

A warm touch woke Maybelle up. She opened her eyes slowly. She looked around. She could feel a soft mattress beneath her back. She was inside a small room and Dimitry was sitting near her, on a chair. His eyes were looking into hers.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked in a warm voice.

Maybelle tried to remember how she got here. As far as she could remember, getting into the carriage while Dimitry took leashes. She was exhausted. She must have fallen asleep. Did he carry her into this room? A blush crept on her cheeks. Then she heard him chuckle.

“I like this color on your face”, he said, caressing her cheek. Maybelle became red like a cherry.

“Are you feeling any pain?”, he asked again.

“No. I am alright”, Maybelle whispered.

“I have to leave, princess. You are safe here, inside the clinic. The medic is treating Roger’s wounds. Stay inside until you heard something from the castle,” he said again.

Dimitry bent down. Their faces were inches apart. He cupped her face and then planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Maybelle closed her eyes. It was not just a kiss. Maybelle could feel much more through it. It warmed her heart.

Dimitry stood up to leave the room. But she did not want him to go. She felt pain in her heart as soon as Dimitry opened the wooden door. A tear rolled down from her eye.

“Will I see you again?”, she asked in a shivering voice, desperately.

Dimitry paused for a moment. His broad, muscular back was facing her. He moved his head a little to peck a glance at her.

“Close your eyes and call my name. I will be right in front of you, princess”, he said in his deep voice.

“I will always watch over you”, he said again with a smile on his face.

*** ** Flash back ends ** ***

Suddenly Maybelle heard a carriage stopping by the door of the clinic. She pecked a glance from the window. It was a royal carriage from the Northern castle. As soon as she stood up, a blond young man entered the room. His attire was elegant. His aura was showing his authority over others. Soon enough, his light blue eyes met Maybelle’s, and a smile formed on his lips gently.

“Lord Adalwolf!”, Maybelle greeted him.  

Maybelle knew him well. He was the only son of Frank Godfrey, the previous royal beta. After the northern alpha king, Gerald died, Lord Frank was taking care of everything in the castle. Alpha king Gerald was the last offspring of the northern royal bloodline. Her mother was also related to the northern royals, but the relation was still unclear. After a few years from his death, lord frank was killed in some accident. Lord Adalwolf was only eighteen back then. Since then he was taking care of the castle and its surrounding lands. It had been almost six years now. But he never took the title of the alpha. He always said that at the right moment, the real northern king would reveal himself.

“Good morning, Princess”, lord Adalwolf bowed his head, showing respect.

“Why are you here?”, Maybelle asked in surprise. It was early morning, and she certainly did not expect him to show up. And to her surprise, how did he know about her whereabouts?

“Dimitry told me everything. How could I possibly stay in the castle?”, he said in a worried tone.

Dimitry told him! He knew Dimitry! Maybelle’s eyes were wide open, so was Roger’s. They both exchanged glances. The surprise was written on all over their faces. Maybelle stood there like a statue. Her heart was beating faster and faster.

“Pardon me, Lord Adalwolf. Do you know that young lad?”, Roger asked.

“Of course, I know him. Anyone from these lands knows him.”, lord Adalwolf said with a smile.

“What do you mean?”, Maybelle asked in confusion. Lord Adalwolf sighed.

“It is a long sad story, princess Maybelle. Dimitry is the second born of Duke William Lockwood,” Lord Adalwolf said.

“Duke William Lockwood! The Duke of the Tibald lands!”, Maybelle said in disbelief. How could it be? He was a human! A human born in a werewolf family! Maybelle never heard of such a thing.

“Yes, princess. Dimitry grew up in the duke’s castle. But on his fourteenth birthday, when he could not shift, people started to talk about it. He excelled in everything other than his older sibling, but that could never please the duke. The Lockwood’s have a ritual. When one offspring reaches maturity, he is expected to duel with the other offsprings, and the most eligible one will be the successor of the family. Duke hosted the ceremony for his firstborn at Dimitry’s sixteenth birthday. He beat up his sibling badly, but Duke William disowned him as he was wolf less. He always looked at him as a failure. Dimitry never asked for mercy. That sixteen years old left the Duke’s castle. Since then, he traveled a lot around all the lands. He learned more than anyone could ever imagine. He is a gifted warrior, be it sword or any other weapons. He is a human with wolf abilities.”, Lord Adalwolf paused for a moment.

“Dimitry and I grew up together. He has everything that an alpha needs. He would have been a better duke than his father and older brother. I asked him so many times to join me to rule the territory of the northern castle. But he refused every time. He always says he does not care for anyone anymore.”, Adalwolf chuckled this time. Maybelle was confused. How could it be? She had seen how much he cared for her.

“That is not true”, she almost whispered.

“This is his way of showing anger, princess. He is the one who cares most about these people. If there is any dispute or trouble, he is always there, stretching his arms to help others. He knows everything about these lands like he is ruling over them for thousands of years. He has a strong kingly aura molded-in kindness. But he does not want to be bound by anything anymore. He deeply loved his family and the duke’s decision affected him in the worst way possible.”, he completed.

Maybelle could feel what he had gone through. He was younger than his brother when his family disowned him. He had nowhere to go. He struggled and fight every single day for his existence.

“How do you know him, princess?”, lord Adalwolf asked this time.

Roger was going to answer him, but Maybelle stopped him with a hand gesture.

“He is my mate”, the werewolf princess said with a sad smile.