The Last Bears Daughter

CH 2

Braxton

He was finally home from giving allied assistance and he and his unit, his warriors were exhausted. It had been a long battle in defending the Cloudy Haven Pack, but finally those rogues, they had seemed to have given up and fled away from the pack. Back to where they had come from, he supposed.

Though he had told Alpha Michael that he didn’t think it was at all over, not from what he’d heard the man tell him about the on and off again attacks against his pack over the past month. He also thought, as did Micheal, that those rogues were too well-fed and clean looking to actually have no home at all.

That their numbers were also too large, and they did seem to have fight training. Not all of them were good fighters, but some of them were more than trained and he’d seen it. He and his unit had decided to track one of the rogues after the battle. They had appeared to have scattered in all directions, but he didn’t think it was out of fear.

More like they were out to not being tracked back to where they were coming from, he and his men had a hell of a time tracking them. The one he’d tracked had led to a dirt road and tyre marks. They’d lost him after that. They had backtracked to follow another and again gotten the same result, just a different trail.

He and his unit had tracked a dozen of them, and all had gotten into vehicles and left. So definitely not rogues, likely just scent masked to smell that way, he’d returned to Cloudy Haven, after a day of tracking and getting nowhere, told Alpha Micheal what he thought was going on. That it was likely a larger pack trying to come in and take over, and this was just the preliminary events to lead up to the actual war. That whoever it was, and he’d not recognized any of the wolves involved, was testing his defence responses and was likely looking to see who he contacted in an effort to find out his allied assistance arrival times.

Why there were so many random attacks, and not the actual war? They didn’t know him or who he was allied to, and they were trying to figure it out, likely that Alpha’s pack was actually larger, but not so large that he couldn’t just turn up and think he would win out right. Micheal had sighed and nodded.

It did appear that it was over for now, likely those wolves, had to go back and report to their Alpha, but he should be expecting them to return at some point. Cloudy Haven had lost a few before he’d arrived, but not so many as those attacking would have been expecting.

He’d been on his way home from another allied assistance, coming home from Nightfall after waiting on a war with the Bloodless Moon.

Thankfully, that had not happened. Alpha Orien had been expecting to attack Alpha Victor, with a few other packs. Everyone coming together to take that savage out. It had not been needed, apparently a bunch of witches had done that for them. One of those witches Orien’s own, Rejected Luna, and another, his stepdaughter, Luci.

Apparently, Orien had not even known either of them were witches. Brax had only met Luci a few times, right before she had gone to live with an Alpha and Beta up north. He’d heard that Orien had sent her away to be their concubine.

Brax didn’t like that about the man at all. Who the hell sent their daughter off to be a concubine, even a stepchild he now knew hadn't before? It was weird, she was roughly the same age as he was, and he knew that girl had been raised from a tiny soul by Orien himself. It wasn’t right. Though he himself had just taken over here at the Obsidian Pack himself.

There were no roads into the pack anymore. He’d gotten rid of them all after taking over, planted trees along the once used access roads to cut them off from the human world, from other packs getting to it so easily.

The only way to get to it now from the human world was by ferry, a ferry he owned, or other packs now had to spend half a day traipsing through the mountains and woods on foot or come on motorbikes to get here. He kept those trails monitored and had a few hidden motion cameras out there for attacks coming from the north. It was the only place an attack could come from.

Most of his allies now came and understood to park in the large car park he had across the lake, to use the ferry that was docked there or docked on his side and would come and collect them from the human world.

To the humans, his pack was registered as a private corporation known as The Clair Engle Medical Research Centre, a company that had all its employees living here. The facility was registered to have its own school and hospital here within the confines of the research grounds. That also kept those pesky humans at bay, was private land and being a highly regarded medical research facility. Guards were seen as normal on the borders.

They actually blended into the human world quite well. This was how they had always been, even under his father and grandfather’s reign. It also gave them room to grow and expand without issue, he could just build what he wanted. When he needed to and call it a new research building.

They did see the occasional hiker out here, but they were sent back the way they came, with a polite but firm word of, this is private property, please turn around. There was actually a short two-railing fence that denoted the boarder line of his pack, just so that if humans did get to the border and the patrol didn’t see them, they understood that there was a private property out here. But it wasn’t so imposing that it could be seen from the air.

He’d seen the pack from an aerial view. It did look much like a research facility as it was intended to, and the streets were all laid out neatly, and the place was well maintained and kept clean at all times, it was laid out in concentric circles, with the packhouse right in the middle, and all the buildings around it made it harder for any attacking to get to it. Thankfully.

Brax sank down in his chair, and sighed a little even though it was early evening. There was a full moon tonight. He had 25 wolves, male and female who’d all turned 18 over the past month, and he knew that he had to be out there when it set.

Not that he really looked forward to it, though he was lucky enough to have not been granted a second chance Mate, as of yet, and he wasn’t looking to either, not with his first Mate being so heartless and cold. But with every young she-wolf that turned 18 inside his pack or any mating ball he attended with his wolves, he ran the risk of connecting to someone.

It was not something he wanted not really, not after Amanda had rejected him at 18, for simply not being the actual heir to his pack. She had been entitled, he now thought, greedy and would only accept a Mate if it was to make her a Luna. She’d apparently been raised that way.

She’d stood before him after scenting him out and asked what his official rank and title was, had those arms of hers folded over her chest and her eyes had been hard on him. Her pack was affiliated with this pack, and she had already known in all likelihood, but wanted him to state it out loud.

He’d not thought anything of it at the time, had smiled at her and simply answered her question, happy to have been granted a Goddess Gifted right away. Wasn’t going to have to wait like so many others did; only to have her glare right at him and state

“You’ll amount to nothing inside the pack, can’t even rank up. I should be and expect any mate of mine to make me his Luna.” She was an Alpha female herself, “you’re not the heir to the pack.” she’d snapped. Had been raised to believe she was to be a Luna.

It had hurt a lot when she’d turned and walked away from him, but he’d taken a breath in and reached out to grab her arm, wanted to try and make it work. Only to have her slap him right in the face for daring to touch her, told him he was not good enough in her eyes, that he would never amount to anything, but an elite warrior, and that was useless to her.

She’d not even known him, knew nothing about him and clearly didn’t want to either, she’d stood staring at him for a long moment and then issued her rejection and listed what she thought were all his shortcomings.

Brax had stared at her, his Goddess Gifted Mate, and then after a minute of her glaring at him, accepted her rejection, realizing if she was like that with him, her own Mate, that she was unlikely to be a nice person at all. He’d walked away from her and left for Alpha College the following day.

Had elected to go off to the kingdom and serve their king, his mother and father had seemed to understand his need to just get the hell away for a while to deal with the rejection. They had both hugged him and told him he’d find someone much better, would in all likelihood be granted someone special as a second chance Mate for the way he’d handled himself.

His only words that day had been, “I don’t want a Mate.” And he’d meant it.

He’d come home from war only after feeling his father sever from him, as had Lockey, his friend had felt his own father sever right before Brax had felt his own father’s death. He was the Beta’s youngest son,

He and his friends had raced home to find the war was over, their allies had turned up and helped beat back the enemy, but he’d already lost his father and two brothers, had felt them all sever one after the other while they were heading back. Travel in the kingdom was not fast, and it had taken them a day and a half to get home.

There was none of the Alpha Unit left, not even an heir. He was the third son born, and had been left to take over, which he had. His mother had instated him as the Alpha at 25. He’d elected his own unit, Lockey his Beta, and Miles as his Gamma. Both of them were of the previous Alpha unit's bloodlines, direct descendants of the Beta and Gamma. Had been away at war with him in the kingdom.

His Delta, however, came from India. His name was Rohan, they’d all met him warring in the kingdom and become good friends with him, his beast had made all of them laugh until it had beaten them one. He was a Sloth Bear, had long fluffy fur with big floppy ears, wickedly long claws, like those of a Sloth.

They’d all thought it was hilarious, called him a great big teddy bear, his beast did not look ferocious or savage at all. But that just helped him in battle. Everyone underestimated him. His beast, Clipper, was fierce, and those long claws were deadly, to say the least. But he was the cutest bear he’d ever seen and the she-wolves of his pack.

When he’d agreed to come and be the Delta, they had swooned all over the man, they loved his dark eyes, dark hair and his accent. The man was the pack's dreamboat, had women in spades. Brax had seen many she-wolves all over, not just Rohan, but his beast as well.

That sloth bear was well groomed and loved by all, didn’t even mind the attention he got from the she-wolves in the pack. He was considered an exotic shifter, and it drew attention everywhere he went.

Rohan’s only stipulation in becoming the Delta was that he could bring his family with him from India, his Parents Dakesh and Anala and his little sister Samira. All were now happy here inside his pack, all of them were good fighters. Samira was 23 and just as popular as her big brother. Though he knew she did date sometimes. She was of the opinion and so was her beast that they had a Goddess Gifted out there and were going to wait on him.

That she just knew he was going to be big and strong and possessive as all hell. Rohan had told him she wanted to wait on her Fated Mate, dating was okay, and she never took it any further than a nice meal or a movie.