Zyon: The Alpha Of The North

Chapter Forty-One

I'm pacing back and forth in our room. Thoughts of war are racing through my mind. No wars have been fought whilst I've been Luna. I don't know protocol. I'm not aware of what to do.

And the idea of Zyon going to war freaks me out a little bit. Not that I should be freaking out. He has fought countless battles and emerged victorious. But I worry a little for his safety, not that I would ever tell him that.

The door to the room swings open and Zyon walks in. We haven't been alone or in an intimate setting in a month. It's difficult to describe but my body comes alive when he is around me. My senses are on high alert: the world disappears.

He stands and just stares at me for a while, his hands behind his back. Finally, he moves forward and throws a stack of papers onto the desk.

"War protocol." He says. "You should know it."

I nod.

He turns to leave.

"Wait." I call out. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Is war really necessary?" I ask.

His eyes flash golden momentarily. "Why? Developed a soft spot for Hunter, already?" He snarls.

I choose to ignore his snarky comment. "Don't be ridiculous. Loss of lives, the cost of war is too high, even if you emerge victorious."

"If? There's no if in this situation. I will emerge victorious." He says.

"I'm not doubting your capability." I say, and quiet down. I smooth down my hair, as silence overtakes us.

"If I let him get away with what he just said, pretty soon I'll be facing a full blown rebellion. I need to blow out the sparks, so it doesn't turn into a fire." He explains. "The title, Alpha of the North, it comes with a cost."

I stay quiet. There isn't much more I can say. His reasoning does make sense.

"Anything else?" He asks.

I shake my head no. He walks out of the room, slamming the door shut.

I spend the night, reading and re-reading the stack of papers that Zyon gave me. Every time I read it; my anxiety grows. How in the world was this stack of papers supposed to help me if something went wrong? And if something happened to Zyon, his heir was meant to take over. He didn't have a heir. If he didn't have an heir, Hunter would come for my head. I didn't want to die and I didn't want Zyon to die.

I wanted him to stop this madness, but alas I was in no position to tell him anything. It's not like we were speaking.

Moment after moment, worry about Zyon's well-being grew in my heart. It sickened me that I worried so much about him when we basically didn't have a relationship. After everything he did, why and how did I still worry? But nothing in my life regarding Zyon has ever made sense.

I knew that I wouldn't be joining the wolves going off to war tomorrow. It wouldn't be smart to have both the Alpha and Luna in vulnerable positions. And besides some warrior wolves had to remain behind, in case of a surprise attack on the pack. That was standard strategy.

Over the next day though, I had to admit to myself, Zyon had worked hard to become Alpha of the North. His plannings of war were impeccable. The layout near Hunter's pack was studied extensively. There was an organized, flawless order in the way they were going to attack. It's like the pack really did move as one, with each sub-section of the cavalry connecting and colliding into each other.

It was impressive and I felt a little proud every time I heard him speak and command his wolves.

Hunter was stupid. He shouldn't have done this. Didn't he know Zyon's temperament? Didn't he know that if he took on the Alpha of the North, he would also be taking on the Alpha of the South? It made no sense. It made me feel like Hunter had something else up his sleeve. The thought never left me. It kept nagging at me, even when I tried to push it away. I tried to reassure myself, that Zyon was smart, Zyon knew what he was doing, but I usually had good instincts and as good as Zyon's war plan was, I felt it might not be as easy as the other times.