His Defiant Warrior Luna

4.

"Hmpf" Alpha huffs, his eyes never leaving dad as he moves to rest against the edge of the podium, "You know, for a man who has barely spoken in ten years, you seem to have regained your voice today".

The silence that follows is deadly as they just stare at each other, and it is during this silence my gaze turns towards Weston.

But he's no longer looking at them either, his gaze is firmly fixed on me.

"Why did you do that?" I ask, the moment of silence allowing the question to slip from my lips.

Weston doesn't even spare me the courtesy of a reply, only offering a shrug in response.

"You've probably dislocated Pete's shoulder, Wes! His hopes of joining this year have just been absolutely shattered and all you have to say for yourself is a shrug?!".

Weston again doesn't reply. His eyes, however, never leave mine.

"Wes" I say softly, again trying to prompt some kind of response, but the man sitting before me is more like a shell of one.

The silence is palpable as my confusion clouds with something like pity.

"What's wrong with you?"

Alpha clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him "A lot recently, I can assure you".

This gains the Alpha a low growl from his son and a gasp from my lips.

Weston's glare turns to curiosity as he turns his attentions back to me.

"When Weston was very young," Alpha begins as he now casually walks to the podium. "He was the same, a complete nuisance. Slipping away from his nannies, running away for days at a time, finding ways to disturb every pack event his mother had so meticulously planned".

Alpha pauses and I take the moment to glance at dad, dad offering me a casual shrug of confirmation mixed together with my shared confusion.

"We found the biggest problem to be the obvious. Weston was and still is the future Alpha. Meaning that nannies, guards, warriors... hell even his damn siblings dare not cross him. Dare not lose his favor", Alpha continues before pausing and looking down directly at me.

"You want to know what pulled him into line back then?" Alpha asks.

"Yes?" I whisper in question just a second before Weston explodes. "What exactly is the point of this little story? Oh, look at Weston, poor immature, doesn't deserve his role, Weston! Is that the point of this little show, father? Because if it is," Weston continues as he stretches up out of his chair, "then I've heard this all before. No need for me to be here".

"Sit. Down. Weston." Alpha growls low and deep.

"Or what?" Weston replies casually, as if bored.

"Sit down, or you will be dragged, and I do mean dragged back to Black moon for another month".

Black moon is a training base for the regions top warriors. It is the greatest but also the most harsh. The weather alone is enough to break most wolves, sending them crawling back to their packs, tail firmly planted between their legs.

Weston lets out a huff, taking more steps away as he casually waves behind him "I'll just go and begin my packing then".

"With Michaela", Alpha adds, making not only Weston but my father and I too freeze in place.

"What?" Weston asks as he turns back around.

"Sit. Down." Alpha repeats firmly but softly.

We all wait in silence as Alpha walks back up the stairs to the podium and takes his seat beside a now seated Weston.

"As I was saying" Alpha continues, looking back at me. "When Weston was young not many would stand up to him. An exception to this rule was your parents... your mother especially. She had a way to strike fear into my boy that I still can't figure out and yet today I have seen that same fire in you".

Another moment of silence passes as I bite my lip, focusing solely on the ground before me to stop those stupid emotions rising to the surface. The ones that always rise to the surface at the mere mention of her.

"So... with this I have found your new role, Michaela" Alpha finishes, leaning back in his chair.

"What role?" my father asks beside me.

"In basic terms, Michaela is Weston's new tutor. She will teach him the skills he is currently most deprived of; honor, patience, integrity and respect".

"You want my daughter to.... to babysit your son?" dad asks, almost as confused as I am.

"Like an eight year old" Weston replies sarcastically, obviously having dealt with this before.

"Like an eight year old" Alpha confirms.

"Since my son has decided he wants to act like one, I've recently decided to treat him as one too.

Michaela will go everywhere that Weston goes, including training, pack meetings, trade agreements and on all his social endeavors too.

Should Weston decide to skip one of these meetings for drunken splendor instead, you, Michaela, shall too.

Late night sneak out? Enjoy Michaela.

Sleep in for no apparent reason other than to ignore your duties, congratulations Michaela!".

"Why... Why would I agree to this?" I ask as respectfully as possible.

"It's only for a year.

Until your wolf arrives.

After that you will enter the warriors guild, the first female to do so, and you will be even more prepared for it, should you be able to get Weston to his training sessions" Alpha replies with a smirk.

"Would I have to be with him all the time?" I ask still unsure if I'm even considering this.

"No... no no" Alpha replies still smiling "You will be in the room adjacent to his and your duties will only be throughout the day unless my son decides to have one of his nighttime outings".

"What's to stop him from doing those any way, without me?" I ask on instinct, dropping the formality between us as I take a few steps forward, my attention now solely focused on my at ease Alpha.

"Weston knows the penalties for his actions... although these may affect you also but not our deal" Alpha replies cryptically.

"Adjacent rooms?" my father asks, stepping forward to stand beside me.

"Oh yes" Alpha replies with a nod, "I almost forgot, as per the demanding duties of such a job Michaela will have to move back into the packhouse and, because I do not wish her to go days without seeing the father she loves so dearly, you, Henry, will also move back into the packhouse".