The Alpha´s Oracle Witch

Third Person Point Of View A loud bang followed by a deep, powerful growl could be heard from the inside of Alpha´s meeting room as a small table with liquor was split into multiple parts. The oak and glass didn´t stand a chance against the angry werewolf´s fist. The frustration and pent-up fury were fully released as Alpha of the Wolf Moon Pack received yet another dreadful news. The Sentinel wolf who brought the disastrous news covered himself as splinters and shattered glass from the destroyed table went flying all around the room and a murderous glare was sent his way from the man standing right next to the now ruined table. The shattered glass covered the floor, the liquor flowing from a demolished rack of bottles, the sweet caramel aroma of expensive whiskey mixed with vodka, gin and spicy tequila made its way up to his nose. With a wave of his hand, the Alpha dismissed the Sentinel wolf who couldn´t contain the relief that spread through his body as he made his way out from the meeting room, content that all parts of his body stayed intact. The Alpha looked around the room, which was occupied by his most trusted wolves, his inner council. His pack, the Wolf Moon Pack was one of the 13 packs that occupied the country. Blessed and named by the Moon Goddess herself, the packs have been living in peace for a long time now. Every pack had its own goal, higher purpose, and role within the werewolf pack community. The packs lived in harmony, helping each other, creating a peaceful, nonviolent environment and steady relationships. His pack was the first created by the Moon Goddess and the strongest. Therefore, the pack was in charge and overlooking the other packs and making sure the peace treaty between them would be intact and solid as a rock. Although with power came a responsibility, they were proud to serve and worship the Moon Goddess. His pack members were strong and brave warriors, impeccable war strategists with excellent fighting skills and were insatiable in battle. They were also known to train high-ranked wolves not just in physical techniques such as combat, but also in psychological skills of how to adapt to your opponent, how to control your emotions. Their closest neighbour was the Blue Moon Pack with the best supernatural trackers in the whole country. Fast, agile, unmistakable, and adamant, they were able to merge with the environment, making them almost invisible to the naked eye. Their ability to smell even the tiniest bit of aroma, bodily odour or lingering scent made them essential when tracking, hunting or tracing anything and everything. Hay Moon Pack was famous for highly skilled and trained doctors, healers who were knowledgeable about herbs, plants, drugs, and medication. It was a great honour for every potential pack doctor to be trained in their technique. The legendary skills of the Growing Moon Pack were deeply appreciated as they were capable of growing literally anything out of the dust, the secrets and tricks were strictly guarded and have been passed down from generation to generation. The Alpha´s piercing dark blue eyes changed to yellow, indicating that his wolf was present and was stabbing the high-ranking wolves sitting around the large table. His intense gaze fell upon a man seated near him, who was sipping whiskey from the last unshattered glass left in the meeting room, clearly unbothered by his Alpha´s outburst. After all, they knew each other forever. The man was his best friend and second in command. As Beta, Jonah was entitled to lead the pack in Alpha´s absence. He assists the Alpha with any conflicts, solving a minor issue within the pack in order to keep the peace between pack members. Jonah lifted his head under the powerful glare that was sent his way, his light green eyes shining in contrast against his caramel skin caught the Alpha´s yellow ones. “Well, don´t you have anything to say?” The Alpha challenged him and even though Jonah liked to test his Alpha´s patience on a daily basis, he knew that now was probably not the best time to do so. The indescribable urge to deliver a sassy remark had to be buried deep down for now but will surely emerge soon enough. “No, Alpha.” Jonah muttered, his wolf submitting to his Alpha. “Good!” spat Alpha through gritted teeth and his gaze continued to evaluate his inner circle. His eyes continued to scan the room, moving from Jonah to another face, this time of a young woman. The third in command, Gamma Maeve. Even though the only representative of the she-wolf in the pack´s inner circle, she was no delicate flower, as she could very well hold on her own. She was trained together with Alpha from a very early age to be a strong and powerful warrior. She was a few years younger than the Alpha and therefore, he considered her as another sister. No doubt, Maeve was a stunning woman with her usually light blond hair coloured to pastel purple and cut in a short bob reaching just below her chin and big dove-like hazel eyes with green flecks surrounding the pupil, making her look as sweet as fairy floss. Dressed in ripped jeans, black t-shirt, and leather jacket and converse with angry expression on her delicate face, she looked dangerous. As Gamma, she was a respected and sought advisor capable of maintaining order within the pack if needed, but her most important job was to protect and guard the Luna of the pack, although the Alpha hadn´t found his mate and Luna yet. That thought filled him with sadness sometimes as he, like every other werewolf, desperately sought the other part of his soul. The Alpha´s sharp eyes continued to flicker from dark blue to yellow as they shifted towards another man that sat in the room, this time his Head Warrior Archer. Found as a pup just a few months old on the pack border, he was adopted by, at that time, Head Warrior Reed and his mate, as they were unfortunately not able to have a pup. His mother often said that it was a sign and blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. Nobody knew how or even when he was left alone on the pack border. The Sentinels patrolling that night didn´t hear or see anything unusual that could help to explain the sudden appearance of a soundly sleeping pup on the border. His origin was for now a mystery still waiting to be solved. A mystery as a man seated in front of the young Alpha. Archer was a man of a few words, never said more than needed. He was almost enigmatic with long dark brown hair that was tied in a manbun and mesmerizing heterochromatic eyes were making him look even more mysterious and compelling. There was something behind those dark brown and pale blue eyes that held everyone alerted, just waiting for the catastrophe to strike, discouraging anyone not to mess with him. As a Head Warrior, Archer´s duty was to oversee the Sentinels, that are the wolves patrolling the territory and watching the movements of the surroundings, and the Warrior wolves, which are the protectors of the pack. They make sure the pack is safe from intruders such as rogues, witches, vampires, and any other unwelcomed species. Strong, hard-working, courageous, trust-worthy, resilient, tough, fearless and incredibly loyal to their Alpha. These were the people the Alpha trusted above all others, the people he knew would have his back, the people that would follow his lead to the end of the world if necessary. Their advice he sought, their strength gave him confidence, their support, honour and respect made him powerful. They were strong apart but invincible together. They were his biggest supporters and critics, honest but not rude, confident but not arrogant, loyal but not blind, respectful but not scared to object, friendly and kind but ruthless when needed. The heated discussion about the recent attack was in full bloom before the Sentinel wolf came and brought the new information. It was the last thing everyone wanted to hear as they were getting over the damage from the attack and tried to find out the reason and strategy of the rogues. Looks like the reason had made itself known now. “Jonah, go and interview the patrolling wolves about the attack. I want to know every little bit of detail: who was there, when, where and what exactly happened. I expect the report asap. Archer, you will take a few of our best warriors and follow the trackers that went after rogues’ scent. I will call Alpha Knox to send some of his best wolves to help you. Let your mind-link open at all times and report back on a regular basis,” the Alpha ordered, seeing as they both nodded. “Maeve and I will go to visit the parents and hopefully I will find out more about the kidnapping.” The fury was rolling off of the Alpha in heavy waves, capturing everyone, charging them with power and energy needed for tasks that waited for them. “Whoever the f**k took him should pray because when I get him, I will tear him limb by f*****g limb until he will beg for mercy! Let´s go!” a low yet dominant Alpha voice sounded through the room, making everyone jump out into action and follow their young leader who was getting angrier and angrier by every f*****g second. With a heavy sigh, the Alpha turned around, heading to the direction where the distraught pack members were in, living through probably the worst possible moments that in the life of parent could have happen. Disappearance of their pup. The new attack happened just a mere hour ago, but just now they found out the actual reason behind it and the impact it caused to the pack. The attack was huge, coming from the north and south borders, where Alpha was also fighting along with his warriors. Although not so damaging, as just a few patrolling wolves were injured and immediately rushed to the pack hospital. The warriors as skilled as they were had just a couple of small surface injuries, mostly from claws. The rogues’ fate was different. They were killed without any remorse or injured as some of them were able to flee the scene. The Alpha immediately sent two of the best trained trackers to follow their scents, but no reply so far. No, all the commotion had a very simple reason. Distraction. Throughout several months, around ten attacks happened not just on his pack but also others all around the country, with the same result: injured warriors, dead or fleeting rogues, but never before was there a missing pup. These peculiar situations started to become more and more frequent, but why take the pup now? The packs always had disputes with rogue wolves, which were the wolves that were banished from the packs by high-ranked wolves for serious crimes committed towards pack or pack member. There was also a possibility that a wolf was born a rogue, but that didn´t happen often as wolves were social creatures and their need to have company and be part of a bigger group was undeniable. Over the years, the current Alpha was ruling his pack a few attacks happened, nothing serious though, as Wolf Moon Pack was strongest and usually rogues avoided them in fear to getting killed. They were careless, but not necessarily stupid. Recently, the rogues seemed to be stronger, braver, smarter even, and more vicious and that was dangerous, very dangerous. They used to be careless, easily overwhelmed by their emotions, which made them predictable and suitable targets to be manipulated. Someone was using rogues to do the dirty job. But who and why? And how did they get through borders unseen and unnoticed? There was no scent further from the borders that were attacked. The Alpha sent a few of his warriors to sniff the room, around the house, but the report came back negative and that was peculiar. Very odd indeed. ̔ Was it some kind of magic? ̕ the Alpha thought, marching his way through the pack lands with a scowl on his otherwise handsome face. MAGIC! ̔ Was it a witch helping them?̕