The Secrets of The Reverence Pack

Chapter 4: Cliques

"Modesty. Humility," his grandfather said. "These were the words that shaped how a good leader should act. Not just in how they dressed, but through what they said as well. And a leader that is not humble can never truly understand what their people are going through. You cannot change this pack for the better if you do not understand the issues that the people are going through."

"But what about bravery and respect?" Shiro asked. He loved these lessons, but sometimes they didn't make sense.

"Those are important traits to have, Shiro," his grandfather smiled at him. The wrinkles made his smile spread over his whole face. "But you must remember that it takes bravery to be humble. Modesty is a sign of respect."

Shiro wished that he didn't remember so vividly sometimes. Being able to remember someone who he could not see any longer gave him a pain that had not dulled since he was thirteen.

But he had to remember. For memories of a person was what kept them alive. And his grandfather would always be alive in him.

Shiro drove to school that morning by himself. He had gotten up earlier than his friends. And Geo, his Beta, was excited that he had finally gotten his own car to drive. His parents had given it to him as an early graduation present. It was also for his birthday that was coming up. Geo was the youngest out of Shiro's council. He wouldn't turn eighteen for another two weeks. Once he did, Shiro could ask his father for his rightful title.

The silence usually soothed him. It brought him peace in the calm that it had. Shiro wished he could have enjoyed it that morning. He needed some peace after the discussion that he had with his father that evening. But peace wouldn't come to him. All he could hear was the low voice that belonged to the man he was supposed to be mated with.

Those eyes. He could still feel them on him long after they had departed. It was as if they never left in the first place. All night he had been dreaming about those dark irises and the orange that surrounded them. He hadn't been able to sleep much last night because of it. The Spirit of the Moon must have been keeping him up so as to punish him for not running to accept his mate as soon as he found him.

The halls of the school were practically empty. No one got there that early, except for a few who had early morning classes. He knew a few members of his pack did. However, the off-white halls that he walked down were void of life. He wandered through them as he sorted through his thoughts. For that was its own kind of meditation.

The Spirit of the Moon must be very angry with him. For she had mated him with the most unlikely mate he could imagine. Leaders of packs never get mated to other leaders. And, as much as he could pray that his situation be better, Shiro knew that it was inevitable. It wouldn't be long before the curse would try and force them together. The longer he waited, the stronger the curse became. It was a curse that the Spirit of the Moon had put on every werewolf in these lands as a punishment for running away from their mates.

"What do you think your doing, you bitch?" a female's voice got his attention. He caught onto the scent of one of his pack members and followed it towards the sound. "You are such a slut! Trying to get my boyfriend?"

"No," a softer voice answered. Shiro recognized that voice immediately. He hurried to where the lockers were. "I wasn't trying to do anything. He just asked me if I had a pencil!"

"Pfft, yeah!" another voice came down the halls. "We all know what that means."

"If you're trying to steal my boyfriend," the first voice spoke again. This time he finally arrived to the source. There were two girls cornering one of his pack members. "You should at least admit it. Now you just showed us how much of a coward you really are."