Fang

Best Interest

I didn't want to go back inside the pack house. But where else could I go?

Anxiety coursed through me. I was worried what the coming weeks would show, but my fear had a stronger grip on me. MistFang was probably as prepared as we were, if not more. I didn't doubt Forrest's planning, but it was possible his ambition tunneled his vision.

No, I scolded myself. I can't doubt my mate. I had to believe in him.

The idea of MistFang was daunting. Tens of thousands of the North would side with them; my uncle was the silent emperor of the North. He didn't need a title, he already had the wealth and the numbers.

How could I have ever not known? He was my uncle. MistFang was my birthpack. Was I truly that naïve and Forrest had been the one to open my eyes?

You were never home to notice. That voice fought back.

It was true, though. I was rarely home, if I could call it that, for more than a week at a time. I was practically a stranger to MistFang, merely a common visitor. I had the Alpha's blood in my veins, and that was all that could be said for my place in MistFang.

But in a way, I had known. A deep unconscious knowledge that even the name MistFang held dominance over others. That silent pride that had kept my chin held up in other packs. I was MistFang while they were not.

NightBlood was home now. Forrest was home. My life and future was in their hands. The sudden realization gave me peace. What their fate was would be mine as well, and that idea comforted me.

The door opened behind me, startling me out of my thoughts. A head with glossy black hair poked out, not opening the door entirely. It was the southern luna.

Her face held a new look of determination, hopeful in a way. "Luna Blood," she called me. The uneasiness from being called that name was gone, now it filled me with a sense of pride.

"Luna Moros," I hesitantly greeted her, not dipping my head. I would not bow to a title that I owned.

"Luna to Luna," she started, still not fully opening the door as if she were trying to keep this a secret between us. "Would it be appropriate for me to see the Oracle?"

I couldn't help but raise a brow at her. Appropriate? She was a Luna, she could do whatever she pleased. And yet, she was asking me for confirmation.

I could claim hierarchy over her, make her believe that it was me who she answered to. It'd be true if NightBlood prevailed. Instead, I answered, "Of course. You're a Luna. A meeting with the Oracle isn't out of the question."

I could feel the disappointment from the beast underneath my skin, a mental huff of disapproval. My wolf hungered for dominance over others, she always did, that factor would never change. In time she would have it, but for today she'd have to wait.

I'd rather Moros gain confidence in her title than constantly come to me for permission. She needed to learn how to rule on her own.

The Luna gave a sigh of relief, head lowering in gratitude for that piece of information. "Could you take me there?"

I wanted to scowl at the idea of going anywhere near the Oracle's den, but refrained myself. She couldn't possibly know where the Oracle was, and it was my job to show her. "Are you willing to shift?" The trip would be much faster, and fur provided more protection from hail than skin.

I watched as the female chewed her bottom lip, thinking to herself. At last she gave a nod. "Let's go then."

It'd been a while since I had shifted, too injured and busy to allow my wolf to surface. The shift would be painful, I knew that already. But I couldn't deny that I was curious to Moros' other side. She was northern, after all, and had the blood of a beta.