Queen of Wolves

Chapter Three

Mates are an essential part of a pack. They bond the members and guarantee the survival of the line. They bring a new group of pups that'll soon be able to hold their own weight, as well as go through the same cycle their parents did. Everyone in the pack has a mate except for two people: the Luna and the Alpha. They do not have mates.

They can claim one another just as any other wolf can, however, the pull a Luna has towards other Alphas will never fully diminish and vice versa. When two leaders claim each other, their pull will strength and the one to others will become weaker. And when they are unclaimed, the desire for one another is as strong as gravity itself. This is all because of one thing: survival.

A pack needs balance, and that is exactly what Alphas and Luna's are. Balance. One is equal to the other, both crucial. The Luna is the life force, the heart of the pack. The Alpha is the shield that protects that heart, one that is stronger than all. Both leaders with different roles to play. If one were to die the pack would need someone to take their place. Or else they'd eventually crumble and fall.

The moon, the creator of werewolves, lends immense strength to Alphas. When paired, a Luna takes some of that power and uses it to help the pack members. Lunas are the heart of the pack; they have a very deep connection to them.

Alphas themselves possess immense strength. They also have wolves three to four times bigger than the average wolf, for their sole purpose is to be the defense. When with a Luna, this strength is intensified. Not only that, the Luna also keeps an Alpha and its wolf stable. They provide them with the ability to handle such power. Without them, Alpha's struggle to keep from losing control and breaking completely.

And all Alphas and Lunas can only be made by other born leaders. When the Luna is pregnant and she's having a girl she'll also always be having a boy as well. And their eyes will be golden, signifying their power.

There are twelves packs around the world. And all of them are connected to the moon. It is said that the moon blesses a Luna with the gift of children and ensures no pack will be without the presence of an Alpha or Luna. It is extremely rare for a Luna to give birth twice, however, not unheard of.

The new leaders will be trained and prepared to do their duties, and possibly later leaving their parents to which ever pack is in need of their presence. It has been as such since before the humans began to walk among them. This way of life kept the packs from fighting with one another since they rely on each other in order to survive.

However, a day came that set-in motion the end of that peace.

TWENTY YEARS AGO -

"I don't understand why we have to patrol EVERY day. It's not like anyone's going to attack us," Ethan said as he rolled his eyes while leaning against a tree.

John sighed, running his hands down his face. "Why.... why do I get stuck patrolling with you EVERY day?" He growled. Four more hours of listening to Ethan whining was in his future and he could feel a headache coming on. "I've answered these questions a million times and am half a question away from branding it into your fucking skull!" John shouted, exasperated.

"Now that you found your mate everything is pointless, nothing else matters but spending time with her. I get it, but for the love of the moon shut up!"

Ethan blushed ever so slightly. "That- That is NOT wh-" As he began to respond a sound a few miles south had both of them freezing. Rusting of leaves. One person. Female. The trace of sage on her cloths and finger tips. A witch. The pair stood still for less than half a second before taking off together, skin replaced with fur.

Every pack territory's border is marked by the blood of the Alpha and Luna. That blood becomes one with the soil and has been since the age of time. A pack never changes territories by will. Every supernatural being can sense the energy of that marking. If they choose to cross that line, it is a sign of hostility.

The witch had crossed it and was only moving further inland. Ethan and John quickly closed the distance between them and her, until they stood several feet away.

The witch stopped walking and met Ethans eyes. And then Johns. Hers were blue and steady. She was young, young enough for them not to have to call for backup. Witches' outer appearance can be deceiving in terms of their age, but the eyes give them away. And this witch was young, her abilities should not be too strong to handle the two shared in thought, theirs minds now linked as one.

Slowly the two wolves began to circle her, eyes sharp, fangs exposed. They were going to pounce, kill her quick.

The witch stood absolutely still, her golden-brown hair framing an expressionless face. As they circled closer the air became full of bloodlust, her death every so imminent when-

she whispered.

"The moon. The moon sent me." Her voice, as soft as a feather. As loud as a snowflake when it touches the ground.

But the two wolves heard it. And they stopped. A beat passed. Those were words that could not be ignored. And if they were lies, her death would not be quick or gentle, but forevermore and brutal. Ethan returned to his human form.

His brown eyes met her blue ones. Through clenched teeth he spoke.

"Our Alpha is coming."