Mated To The Alpha Demon

In southern Orogun , in a place that no soul or living organism ever entered, or dared enter or can enter, there is a Hamlet, but not just any Hamlet. In fact, there's a tribe of werewolves. This tribe is so old but so old that at some point some forgot its existence. I'm southern Orogun, a tribe popularly known as Mikdiver. And the people, Mikdivers people. This tribe consists of twenty packs, highlighting the Full moon evergreen, which is the most influential pack of the entire tribe. Also, the tribe of the Azarians, were down from generations to generations by the oracle, who is the person blessed by the Goddess Luna, to show the way to the new generation. For this tribe, the most important rituals for werewolves are the awakening and the mating. The first ritual takes place when the werewolf has its first transformation and this can happen between 17 and 18 years old, but there are those who may have an earlier or later awakening. And the second is a specific date for the women of the tribe. The mating takes place at the age of 20, at this time, on the same calendar day the werewolf had her awakening, the tribe prepares a ritual for the Goddess Luna get down to the oracle, like this, she prophesies the maiden's mate. On that day, everyone in the tribe wears their best clothes, jewels made of colored beads and feather crowns. It's a day of great celebration for everyone. And finally when Valerie turned 20, the day of her mating revelation had arrived. Valerie was kneeling by the river looking at her reflection. She wore a wreath of red feathers, she was wearing a brown native dress made of choir. Her long hair was down and covered some of her chest. Her shapely and sculpted body, was covered by tribal body paints of white, red and black colors.. She continued to look at herself, after all, the reflection is one of the things all the shewolves have the do before the mating ritual. Suddenly a slightly shaky female voice called her reality. "Valerie…" Valerie turned back, "Mother!" The woman was a rather old lady, her hair was braided, she was wearing a brown tribal dress. "It's time." Valerie got up and went to meet her. They crossed the forest, the more they walked further, they could hear the sound of drumming getting louder, voices of indigenous shouts of celebration. As they finally passed through the forest, they saw everyone in the tribe dancing the wheel. The tribe members, saw they getting close, their friend's opened the wheel, allowing they to go ahead. Valerie passed them accompanied by her mother. Everyone there looked at her, Valerie passed with her head held high, the moon bathed her body, making her adornments shine. The men looked at her with longing, each of them looking forward to being chosen by the Goddess Luna to become the partner of Valerie, the maiden of the most influential pack of the Azegan Tribe. In front of them all, was a hut made of mud and covered with straw. A man stood at the foot of the entrance with his arms folded. The man was tall, somewhat elderly, with a strong bearing. He was dressed in brown tribal pants, bare-chested and barefoot. Valerie entered the hut, followed by her mother and the man who was standing in front of the entrance. Inside the hut were numerous pots around and some tribal artefacts. And there was a woman sitting, the oracle. The woman was elderly, wore a crown of white feathers, a tribal tunic, and was barefoot. "Sit down!" said the woman. The three sat on the floor crossing their legs. The old woman got up and went to a corner, where she got a bowl containing water. She went to where Valerie was and set the bowl on the floor in front of her. Again, she went to another corner, took three gourds, poured water into them and a blue powder. She took two of them and gave Valerie's mother and the man who accompanied them. Then she went to get the third gourd and handed it to Valerie. "Let's start the ritual!" The three nodded, holding the gourds on their hands. The oracle closed her eyes and raised her hands over the bowl. "Oh Goddess Luna! Goddess of werewolves and love. I am your servant, the oracle, Haskahah! I come here today to introduce Valerie, daughter of Remus and Anglo. This is a very special time for this pack! Today, yours daughter turns 20 and, according to traditions, today Goddess Luna will reveal her mate. Please Goddess, let me be your eyes. The oracle took some pots and started putting colored powders inside the bowl. She started to speak in a traditional language. Valerie, Anglo and Remus followed with the words. After two minutes, the speech stopped and the three drank the water inside their gourds. Then, images were materialized from the water inside the bowl. In the images, was showed several moments, first of a mysterious white man, dressed entirely in black. Then, in the same sequence of images, was showed several moments of another man, the images was blur, but they could see the man was also white, quite different from the first one. The images disappeared. Everyone was perplexed. "Oracle! What just happened?" asked Remus, Valerie's father. The lady they called the oracle sat across from them, "Her mate…" she paused and looked away. Valerie kept her head down and looked disappointed. "Her mate?" asked Anglo impatiently. "Her mate is not part of the tribe. As you can see, he is human. Anglo stood up abruptly, "That's not possible! As long as our tribe has existed, all mates have always been werewolves and from the tribe!" There's someone I think would fit into your personality quite well. His name's Richard. Anglo smiled. Valerie hissed, rising and walking away. "Shall we?" Anglo asked, as though he had better intentions. "Come to think of it, the bonfire's, been on my mind for quite sometime now. " Anglo coughed. Valerie smirked, and raised her brows in a sarcastic and ridiculous manner.