The Blessed One

Chapter 7

***Dominic***

The funeral pyres were built and the flames were tossed on. I felt a sense of anger and sadness. So many lives were lost. So many people were murdered for this supposed blessed wolf. I could feel the anger coming off of me in waves. I couldn't stand there any longer, so I finished paying my respects and stormed off. I was so mad that if I had my wolf i would have shifted at this point.

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and they applied firm pressure. I went to turn around and swing at whoever was holding me back, but I heard my fathers growl.

“Now is not the time or place, Mac.” his voice was cold yet calm. “I know you're angry. I am too. We will get justice for Alpha Lou, Luna Alaria, and their children. We will find them and ensure their safety.”

I jerked out of his arms and glared at him. His brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding why I was so angry.

“Why should we save them? Those children are the reason this whole pack was decimated! They are the reason their parents were killed, they are the reason for all of this destruction! If they had just turned themselves over none of this would have happened. None of these lives would have been lost. Instead of hundreds of deaths, there would only be 2. Such a silly trade. They better hope I don't find them, or I'll…” my words were cut off by the sharp stinging on my cheek. My father was looking at me with disgust. Something I have never seen him do. His eyes were shifting between their normal dark blue and black, indicating he was struggling with his wolf for control. And for his wolf to want control to discipline his own pup shows I've done something very wrong.

I stepped back a bit afraid, I didn't think I had said or done anything wrong. I thought everyone else felt the way I did. So why was he reacting like this?

“You will never say such words again. Do you understand me, boy?” he growled. His alpha personality was showing and I couldn't help but submit to him. He had never forced me to submit before, it goes against my alpha genes, but he was much stronger. So much stronger.

“Those wolves we sent to the goddess tonight knew what they were fighting for. You on the other hand have no idea. You clearly haven't listened to any of the legends your mother or I have told you about. Those two children were blessed by the goddess herself. The son is foretold to be one of the strongest alphas this world has ever seen. Some have even foretold him becoming the King of all Werewolves. The daughter, Allue, she is foretold to be the savior of our kind. The bridge between rogue and pack, The protector and peace keeper. Based on what the goddess has spoken, dark times are to come and only she can bring the balance. Only she can save us all. She has been blessed with gifts that no one knows. Powers greater than anyone can imagine. According to the tale, without her, without her pure, kind, and loving heart and soul, it would be the end of us. We would cease to exist. Now tell me you stupid boy, would you sacrifice yourself to save her? Afterall without her we all will die. So no it was not hundreds dying for just 2 wolves. It was hundreds dying for the possibility to save our entire race.”

I was floored. Had he told me this before? Why couldn't I remember it if so? I felt foolish, and ignorant.

“But athair, if they are missing, how are we to find them? That Gamma had said even he didn't know where they went, that only the alpha couple and the Beta family knew. The betas supposedly snuck them out to some secret location. If no one knows how…”

“We will search, We will go through the documents and scrolls that were left especially in the vaults and alphas chambers. We know one thing for certain, the blessed ones have been marked. I know this to be fact from Alpha Lou himself. We visited them for each of their children's birth celebrations. They should be marked with a crescent moon, Damien should have one on his forearm whereas Allue, has 2 marks. One crescent moon on each wrist. It was an amazing sight to see on a newborn. It looked almost like an all white tattoo. She was a pretty baby, bòidheach mar a màthair.” he seemed to be lost in thought or his memories when our beta joined us.

“The last of the pyres have been lit, Alpha... What would you like us to do now?”

“We need to track down the children. And we need to hurry and get the survivors to the physicians back home. Follow me to the Alphas Chambers. We are going to grab every document we can find and bring it home so we can search. We don't know how safe it is here at the moment. Danger could be lurking at every corner. We also don't know which packs attacked along with the rogues. There are strange forces among and we need to be on the lookout and be alert. When we get home I want you to arrange a rotating shift of trackers to find the blessed ones. They need to be kept safe at all costs. Damien should be about 12 or 13 now and Allue is 10. You've met the beta couple before. Find them.”

The last of the wounded was loaded into the carriages and the information we found in Alpha Lous’ office was secured in a trunk. My horse whinnied and reared up, showing that she was ready to get a move on.

I took one last look back and saw the smoke from the dying embers. The fires had long gone out and only smoke remained. I had to blink a few times because I was almost certain I was hallucinating. I could have sworn that I saw Alpha Lou and his mate Alaria step out of the smoke and nod their heads in my direction almost as if they were looking at me. Their figures were translucent, almost shimmering a bit. I felt the urge to bow back to these figures. Before I knew it, they faded into the background of the smoke. Lost like remnants in time.

I had heard of ghosts and spirits before making themselves known in times of need, worry, and struggle. The goddess sends them down to act as guardian angels in a sense to guide her wolves the way she wants them to go. Perhaps she was sending them to their children, or perhaps they were going to the goddess. I didn't know the answer to that.

This night had been strange enough. We had spent well over 24 hours at the Highland pack gathering wounded, taking care of the dead, and searching for information. It was a long and grueling 24 hours and I was ready to be home.

I was the last to leave the pack grounds and I kicked my horse into a trot. I passed the carts we were using as ambulances and saw a few of the survivors. They looked traumatized, almost like they had been through hell. Some were orphans, some were alone, some we weren't even sure were going to make it.

My heart sank thinking about more lives being lost and I had to shake my head. I wouldn't let myself go down that path. Not yet. Not right now. No, right now my mind was lost on my fathers words. Something big was coming. Something that could destroy us all. What was it? When was it supposed to happen? How do we stop it? What if we never find the blessed ones? What if they are already dead? What happens then? I had all these questions but not a single answer. I hated not knowing. I hated not being prepared. Heck, look at what happened to the highland pack and even they were prepared for a fight.

They knew something like this would happen, or else they wouldn't have had those plans in place. The alpha though, he died cradling his mate in his arms. A sword stuck through his back. He had taken his eyes off of the enemy for his mate. He turned his back to danger and that cost him his life.

Is that what a mate is? Does a mate make you so in love and crazy for them that when something happens you risk your own life to get to them? To hold them? To love them? I don't want to be so weak that I risk my life like that. I don't want to risk my pack like that. If a mate causes you to be so blinded to your surroundings I want no part of it. I don't want a mate. Not anymore.

***Translations***

Mac - Son

Athair - Father

bòidheach mar a màthair - beautiful like her mother