Bloodmoon Chronicles: Fate's Chosen Mate

Chapter Three: An Example Needed To Be Set

Samuel POV:

"Your highness, so is that an okay from yours and Prince Cameron's side for the new warrior trainer at the academy?" Said Justin, mine and Cameron's PA.

What was he even talking about? What were any of these people talking about, and for the love of the goddess, when will they shut up?

I was done for the day, waving my hand in dismissal; I went to get up when I heard someone squeak out,

"But your highness..." but before he could finish, I sent a death glare, making him shut his mouth tight. Judging by my mood, everyone quickly packed up and left.

I sat back in the high-back leather chair, looking at the roof and thinking back about the drama that had happened since yesterday.

*Flashback*

"Honey, maybe it's time for you and Cameron to take a chosen. Your wolves are strong and need a mate to help tame them. What happened in the Coliseum yesterday has the pack pretty shaken up." Said, mom.

Some fucker of mine and Cameron's warrior army thought it would be okay to go behind our backs and leak essential war strategies to the vampires in exchange for money. Thinking he wouldn't be caught, but as faith has it, the ones to catch him were Cameron and myself. He was out on the border, where the end of our territory line and no man's land starts. It's a small strip of maybe fifty acres of a dense forest, but everyone in the werewolf multiverse knows that the area is forbidden and cannot be passed on until proper scansion is given. The area houses rogues or lone wolves; however, until they are bothered, they remain to themselves and keep their presence as least known as possible.

That is also the exact area where me and my twin, Cameron, go from time to time to get away from our hectic lives and royal duties; there's a small stream close to the edge where it was said the moon goddess bathed and is blessed with magical properties. However, no one has ever yet to prove the fact. Therefore, it's considered a rumour rather than a fact. But somehow, whenever Cameron and I sit there, this peace envelopes us like it's calling to us.

It was the same as yesterday as well; Cameron and I were by the stream finalizing a warrior trainer for the academy when we felt a slight drop in temperature. Anyone else would have brushed it off, but we knew better than that. Having gone to war with the species over generations, Cameron and I were seasoned to pick up on their slightest presence: a vampire.

Or fists clenched, and our wolves howled in our heads, clawing to be let free and rip that undead parasite to shreds. But, we needed to be careful. Like wolves, they had enhanced senses. Not wanting to alert the creature of our presence, we pulled back our scents; being a pure-blood royal had its perks. Cameron and I had certain abilities; we were the first in over five hundred years of the royal line to show these abilities again. The last person to have them was our great-grandfather.

We walked towards the decaying scent of the parasite, staying hidden between the long shrubs. However, as we got close, there was another scent: a wolf, and by the smell, we could tell that wolf was not a rogue or lone but part of the royal pack. Every wolf from a pack had a distinctive smell, helping identify them from one another; the royal pack members had a hint of grass in their scent.

"Are you sure you weren't followed?" Said a hoarse voice.

"Positive! I told everyone I was off to bed, but I don't have much time. Do you have what we agreed on?" said a voice we would know anywhere: Jackel.

Jackel was second in charge after the head warrior of the royal army and keeper of all battle strategies.

"Yes. five hundred gold bars for the twins' war strategies for the north." Said that parasite.

That fucker!

He was selling off our secrets to the enemy.

What hadn't we done for this piece of s**t? He used to be a rogue. We took him in, took care of him and trained him to be the best that he is, and he dared to go behind our backs for a mere five hundred gold bars.

That fucker was dead!

Unable to control myself anymore, I pounced out from behind the shrubs and lunged for that bastard, catching him by the neck. Cameron wasn't far behind and shifted into his giant jet-black wolf, lunging for that vampire parasite's neck as well. Not sensing our presence fast enough, that fucker was too slow, and Cameron bit down his neck, jerking his muzzle with the parasite's neck between his razor-sharp teeth. He ripped off his head completely, blood spraying everywhere and on his fur. Spitting that fuckers head out of his mouth like the trash he was, Cameron shifted and came to stand next to me as we towered over that fucker, Jackel.

"Your highnesses have mercy, I was black..." before he could even finish his sentence, I punched him out cold, and he fell to the floor.

I was seething from inside; I knew Cameron was too. Words didn't need to be exchanged for what our next step of action would be. We already knew being identical twins was like being one alpha in two bodies; we were always in sync when we needed to act.

We didn't have space in our ranks for assholes like this Jackel, we needed to make sure everyone understood what it meant yo double cross us, what the consequences would be.

I heard Cameron send out a pack mind link in my head asking everyone to come to the Coliseum in fifteen minutes. Everyone knew we were easily agitated nowadays; everyone walked on pins and needles around us, making sure not to get us mad.

As predicted, it was packed when we reached the centre of the Coliseum with that fucker being dragged by me on the ground. I could even see mom, dad and Alana, our baby sister, in the royal box as well. Dropping the fucker's unconscious body in the centre, Cameron and I looked up to our surroundings, and he then boomed in his alpha voice.