The Human Luna

Losers or Winners

Adrian's P.O.V

"Her blood has been taken, but results will take about 1 week to develop, Alpha." The young receptionist seemed irritated that it couldn't be done sooner.

Solomon came beside me and shrugged nonchalantly, "okay, so we wait. But what do we do in the meantime?"

I looked at Solomon and shook my head, his face was eager and excited, like he wanted to go on an adventure. "In the meantime, we go back to normal."

Solomon groaned. "That doesn't sound like a good plan. Maybe think again-"

"I've made my decision. We are to go back to normal, continue training the pack, we need to be as strong as possible in case somethin-"

"I think you should go and talk to that witch."

"I think you should shut your trap."

"I think you need to shower and shave that mess of a beard you've got going on."

"I think you should go to the gym, cause your muscles are lacking."

"I think you should brush your teeth cause them canines look yellow."

"I think you should find your mate, you seem lonely and bored." I stared at him and waited for my brothers comeback.

"That's low... real low." He faked a stab to the chest. "I've been waiting for years bro."

I sighed, it wasn't really custom to make fun of stuff like that. But I was getting irritated and impatient. I wanted Solomon to leave me so I could sit with my thoughts for a moment.

"I'm sorry-."

"No, no. I get it brother. You want to be alone. I'll go sort the pack out, get them sparring or something." He went to walk away, but turned his head again and said, "I really do think you should talk to that witch though."

"I don't trust her," I replied gruffly.

"Who's asking you to trust her? Just get her talking."

I watched as he walked away, and for a moment felt a pang of guilt. My brothers mate hadn't shown up. He'd been searching for centuries. Was she dead? My wolf whimpered at the mere thought.

Maybe it was time to summon the witch...

Solomon's P.O.V

"Choose your choice of weapon," I gestured toward the large table where a variety of weaponry was laid out. Some of the men already had their eyes on the swords, the women circled the end of the table where all the daggers were.

"You'll be in pairs, a one-on-one session. First fighter to draw blood wins." My voice was strong, excited, eager to see red.

"Wins what?" A tall wolf at the front barked out his question.

I scoffed. "Dignity, honour, victory. What, do you want a prize or something? Will a shiny medal make you spar better?"

The man wasn't fazed by my sarcasm. He stood boldly and shrugged, "Us wolves have been getting quite restless lately. I just thought maybe we should spice things up a bit-."

Before the man could continue speaking, I yanked his arm toward me and span him round so he faced the crowd. I felt him tense, and heard his wolf growl in disagreement, but that didn't stop me.

"It seems like we have our first volunteer, and thanks to him, we'll be fighting for a much better prize than honour and victory."

The wolves in front grinned with excitement, and I felt my wolf voice his confusion. "The winners will get to sleep in the comfort of their own home. The losers," I gestured to the woods behind us, "let's just say it might be better if you all shifted into wolf form tonight. It's gonna be a chilly one."