The Luna Alpha

A Session

I tried to ignore the streak of sweat falling near my eye, as I focused on the blue flame above my hand. This was a test of concentration, but the cocoon of vines around me was becoming hot. Mirabel was testing my ability to keep fire under control . Fire was unpredictable, which means I had to be able to contain it well surrounded by things it could catch on fire. Her instructions were simple, keep it bright enough for her to see it outside, but catch nothing on fire.

As I began to feel a little lightheaded, I took the hand that wasn’t using fire and swirled it around. The goal was to get the CO2 chemically changed into oxygen. Being able to breathe in this cocoon was definitely my number one concern. I didn’t want to push it too often trying to regulate oxygen. If I did that, I may not be able to last as long with holding the fire. Once I was able to focus again, I sat my hand down on my lap.

I lost track of how long it had been, but this test seem to have been more than just a fire test. I had to grow the vines that went around me, but I also had to maintain my oxygen flow. I was instructed to have no openings in the vines. Which means that oxygen, other than what I created just now, was nonexistent ant. I could hear Mirabel humming outside of the cocoon. I know she was testing my ability to last under pressure, for a long intervals. However, I could feel myself being drained. Magic takes a toll on the body, although Mirabel says it grows with practice. Unfortunately, I don’t know how much practice I’m gonna get to maintain my magic before it comes to war.

The winter is in full force right now, you can feel it near the windows. There’s been no word of the Rouge King’s movements, since he settled before winter began. This is good news, as long as it stays that way. However, Winter ‘s only so long, which means I only have so long to be able to carry my magic longer. Gritting my teeth, I see the small flicker in the blue flame. I am not so vain as to admit that it’s time to quit. I allow the blue flame to completely vanish, and slowly withdrawal the vines from around me. I can feel the weakness in my eyes as the last vine vanishes.

Maribel chuckles, I’m impressed you made it a whole three hours. Your longest time yet.

I smile at her as she hands me the elixir she’s been making. It won’t make me feel 100% but it does help with the weakness that using magic makes, like emergency energy. Our training sessions are before most of my Alpha duties, so therefore, I need the elixir afterwards. At first Mirabel didn’t want to do it before, but I convinced her that having to go about my day, at my weakest moment would help build my tolerance. Kind of like when you exercise even though you’re exhausted from the day before. It’s like training your body to keep going, even when you feel like giving up.

After I down the elixir, I turn to Maribel. It’s probably best if we start stepping up our training sessions. Winter is only a few more months, and if I can only hold my magic for three hours, we’re in trouble.

She bites her lip before deciding to respond to me. You’re the alpha, however, three months is a decent amount of time to get you better you don’t have to be amazing. Magic will always be every wolfs last effort. I can bet the rouge king will not use his magic straight out . Magic is draining. Someone as proud as him will not allow his weakness to show that early.

I ponder this thought for a moment before nodding. I still think we should try. But you are right he wouldn’t show weakness quickly. And we all know war is a long, treacherous problem. If he’s in it for the long run and he’s smart, he wouldn’t use his magic first off. Unfortunately, I don’t know if the amount of warriors we have will be enough.

She looks at me puzzled for a moment. Before I dive into my problem currently. I know that Elder Zack, and the two alphas that support him will not be on my side. Which means their numbers go to the rogue King. And of the alphas I thought were on my side at least one of them is a traitor. I could see the shock in her eyes as I had to explain to her how I felt after that dinner. It had to be someone there, and I had left to go to the bathroom a few times. Although, I don’t think Michael would’ve allowed anything to happen to my drink or food. Waitresses and waiters are easily manipulated, or paid off. I truly believe I was poisoned by one of them.

I have been relived the nights events over and over in my head. And how I had felt after lying in my bed feeling as if I was dying. Dinner was the only opportunity thus far anyone had to poison me. Plus if I was poisoned before, with how that felt, it would have hit me long before it did. To feel that almost dead means it was administrated to me relatively right before I got sick. Unfortunately, I was down to two alphas who would do it. Ralph or Adam, they both had something to gain with me dead. Adam gained the rights to my land, since he directly joined my property line. Ralph would probably try to gain my Warriors. Adam doesn’t need numbers, but Ralph does.

The more I thought about the dinner, and how he acted the more I believe Ralph may be the guilty one. I didn’t want to believe that anyone would intentionally try to kill off another alpha. However, weak men, go to great lengths. I also know that Ralph is related to elder Zack, so the chances that he’s the perpetrator are very large. These thought racked around in my brain all through the rest of my alpha duties.