His Goddess Luna

String of Fate

A tall, hot-blooded man walks down the dark forest with his pack soldiers, examining the borders. Damon had heard about the reports of rogue running in the region. As a result, he came to inspect the place and to see whether the statements made by his soldiers were factual or just plain clickbait. Damon doesn't want to endanger the pack in case if the rogues attack. He doesn't like to reiterate what had happened in the past because of his carelessness. Rogues are dangerous wild animals who live separately from the rest of their pack. They are stray wolves who were separated from their group either by violating the pack's rules or by their own choice...and he can't trust them, not now or never.

"We found traces of wolves in the north area of the pack, Dame," Lourde, the son's Beta, Damon's right hand, delivers the news.

His teeth gnashed in anger.

'These scamps have not yet learned their lesson even if they knew the consequences-- none of them have made alive out of the border.'

Unlike the Lunar and Dias Packs, the Silverling Pack is well-known throughout Europe and America for its ruthlessness and might. They don't offer second chances to people who break the packs' rules, especially if they're rogues. Across continents, everyone knew that none of the enemies had won their battle against the Silverling Pack.

When rogues attacked millennia ago, Damon's father, Alpha James, bolstered his forces and taught female fighters to fight alongside male warriors. The Silverling pack was then becoming one of the most feared packs in the werewolf world.

Damon instructed the pack's soldiers to examine every place, dividing the soldiers into four groups: one for the south, one for the north, and one in the south and west.

'No one can pass the border. Not in my watch, scoundrel,' Damon spoke to himself as his wolf eyes glow in a blue hue.

As a future Alpha of Silverlining Pack, Damon Ezekiel Hale, is trained to be brutal, ruthless, and ice-cold as he is the robust successor of his father, Alpha James. He had mastered the strait-laced attitude of an Alpha, and he was more than ready to rule the whole pack if it hadn't been for his prolonged mate.

Damon heads north with the pack's soldier as he transforms into his wolf form. His smell senses have been heightened, and he is becoming increasingly agitated as they approach the border's northern wing. Damon was too focused on his run when he smelled something he'd never scented before, a very seductive smell that caused him to pause for a while.

His wolf howls in delight, 'mate.'

Damon instructed Lourde to continue running in the north as he raced across the border and into the desolate valley known as 'the valley of death,' from which the fragrance emanated. This area is off-limits to humans and wolves because no one has survived crossing it. Damon looked around, trying to locate the smell, but it had vanished. He seems to have been fooled, and everything was a fiction of his imagination. In frustration, he closed his eyes.

"Dame...Dame, hey, are you okay?" his mother, Ria, the current Luna of the pack, asked him worriedly.

"What happened?" Damon asked in confusion. He remembers that they were surveying the borders, and after that, he can't remember anything.

"You fainted on the way to the north, Lourde brings you here,"

He passed out? Damon touches his chest, which has begun to ache. What is this emotion that he can't explain?

"I felt strange, Mom. Why do I have the impression that my mate is is just nearby and perhaps in danger?"

"You haven't met her, but it seems like you have that connection already. But what made you think she's in danger?" said the Luna while tapping his hand.

Damon was stunned for a moment by the particular question; he didn't know what to answer. It's only a feeling that occurred every time he dreamed about his mate, and every time he awoke, the same agonizing feeling happened. Perhaps, it is just a mere longing for his mate.

"Take a break, Dame, and don't put too much strain on yourself, please. Prepare for the commemoration day next month, but don't get too worked up about it," his mother added as she walked out of his bedroom.

Dame, touch his aching chest; does the moon goddess curse him? He would have found his mate by 18, like what happened to everybody in the pack. But he is now 23 and has yet to meet her.

Damon attends special gatherings from several packs around Europe in the hopes of finding his mate. But to no avail, he is always dejected when he returns home.

Damon stood up from his seat and decided to go outside to update the rogue's status.

"Forgive me...please. It wasn't my intention to pass the borders. I was just following orders," the pleading voice of someone reached Damon's ear as he stepped into the torture dens. Lourde was already holding some lashes as they questioned the wounded rogue.

"Who orders you to step into our border," Damon speaks in a rough and deep voice upon entering the place.

Everyone looks at him, including the rogue, who is now shivering in fear while looking at Damon's cold and ruthless face. The rogue kneeled and pleaded for forgiveness.

"I'm not sure if you're deaf or what...but...WHO TOLD YOU TO PASS OUR BORDER?" Damon asked, reiterating his words, as he gripped the collar of the scoundrel, and his eyes glowed in anger.

The rogue peed his pants but remained silenced. The impatient future Alpha has become angrier each passing second because of the muted response he gets from the rogue. He tossed away the man in the wall using his wolf strength, making the rogue groan in pain.

"Do you want me to cut your tongue so that you can't talk forever?"

"Please...please, I was just following orders for the sake of my family," the rogue pleaded as tears began to stroke in his eyes.

Damon's cold aura remains as it is as if the rogue's reasons bored him. "Seems like you've chosen death, ha? Hm, not bad," Damon smirks as he picks the metal lashes.

"I'd rather die than endanger my family," the weak rogue replied as he heaved a deep sigh, conceding in defeat.

"Do you think your family will be safe after this?" Damon asked in a challenging tone. He throws the lashes to Lourde, who was in charge of tortures and instructs the beta to beat him until he admits who's his master. He would never make the same mistake he has made long ago because of empathy.

"Father, should we not give him a chance," the young Damon asked his father, who was aiming the gun at the rogue that they had captured while surveying the borders. The rogue looks so sick and thin, and his appearance is very pitiful.

"They will come at us if we won't kill them,"

"But he looks sick, father. Don't you have sympathy?"

His father looked at him without a word and decided to let the rogue escape. Months later, a piece of news about the revolt of rogues has reached them. The rogue they captured months ago has put a fight between their pack and the rogue pack, killing 1/4 of Silverling members. Damon recognized that he should not trust rogues ever again, and, as of that day, his sympathy does not extend to rogues.

"If he refuses to open his mouth. Kill him and don't let him escape," Damon commanded as he walked out of the dungeon.

His chest aches again after advancing to the forest to inhale some fresh air. It happened almost every day now, which somehow bothered him. He lets his wolf, Lex, take over him as they glance at the vast array of space.

"Your health is fine. I don't see any illness based on the test result..."

"However, if we based your condition on historical beliefs, it is possible that your mate is dying or that she is not a werewolf. Your heart is aching because her pain connects to you. After all, you are bind by an invisible string of fate established by the moon goddess."

"Perhaps, that could also be the reason why your mate has not yet revealed to you,"

That's what the pack doctor told him before he went to the torture chamber. Damon is delighted that he does not have heart disease, but he is also concerned about the possibilities with his mate. Maybe she's in trouble, or perhaps she's not like the rest of them. However, the latter appears to be impossible because werewolves can only mate with other werewolves. There is no historical evidence of a werewolf mating with a vampire, a witch, or, most crucially, a goddess. However, there have been reports of other werewolves mating with humans through procedures.

"You have a share fair of pain maybe because she came from a powerful descends."

Damon doubts humans to be powerful than them, so he can't have a human mate. His thoughts were already racing with what-ifs and questions concerning his mate that only the moon goddess could answer. He chose to go to the borderline where he could see the Valley of Death and where Damon believed he scented his mate's scent when they were traversing the territory.

Where could you possibly be right now, among all the continents in the world? Where should I find you?

He's not getting any younger, and the pack members were skeptical of his potential as a future Alpha. He is capable, but governing the pack without his Luna will only decrease his capacity to battle; the longer you are separated from your mate, the more insane you will become. That is how mates and bonds function.

Damon was under pressure as his father told him that he should accept Laya as his partner if his mate would not show up before the commemoration day. Although Laya, the gamma's daughter, is capable of becoming Damon's Luna, Damon believes that his mate will emerge sooner. He only needs to be patient.

It was already night, the stars beaming brightly in the night sky. Damon's wolf eyes glow in the dark as he stares at the almost full moon.

'Moon Goddess, if you're listening, please hear my plea and let me see my mate,'