USELESS?

Proclamation

Dale is awakened by the sound of glass shattering. Looking at his alarm clock, he sees that it's just past 12:30 in the morning. Climbing out of bed, he reaches for a pair of sweatpants. He finds a pair of shoes, then goes towards his window. A blunt tipped arrow is laying on the ground, having hit the curtains after breaking through.

Pulling back the curtain, he checks the surrounding area, but sees nothing but the forest that surrounds his pack house. Shaking his head, he finds a shirt. He's going to have to go outside and investigate.

He goes down the stairs and out the front door. There is no scent other than those of the dominants in his pack, and no sign anyone has been anywhere near the house. That is, until he turns to head back in and sees something stuck to the door. He pulls the papers from the nail, and takes them inside.

Walking slowly towards his office, he scans the larger page with a roar of anger.

BY ORDER OF

HIS HIGHNESS
PRINCE HUNTER STEELE
OF THE SILVER DAWN AND GOLDEN MOON PACKS

DALE REEDE
LEADER OF THE ROGUE GROUP
KNOWN AS RED CLAW PACK

Is Hereby Accused of:

FORCED BONDING OF
A GUARDIAN
an act of Treason against
The Goddess, our Creator

and

FORCED BONDING OF
A MEMBER OF THE ROYAL FAMILY
an act of Treason against
the Silver Dawn Pack

AND IS HEREBY CHALLENGED TO TRIAL BY SINGLE COMBAT
BY HIS ACCUSER.

The Challenger, or his chosen Champion, shall face
The Accused, or his chosen Champion, on the next full moon.
Location to be negotiated

SHOULD THIS CHALLENGE BE DECLINED, THE ACCUSED'S LIFE AND 'PACK' ARE IMMEDIATELY FORFEIT TO KING ORION OF THE SILVER DAWN PACK.

According to Royal Law and Tradition, no contact may be had between the challenger and the accused from this point forward. Upon acceptance of the CHALLENGE by the accused, terms and conditions shall be agreed upon before the following full moon, when the challenge will take place.

Dale laughs. That useless, weak little whore wasn't going to fight. He'd probably let that weak, stupid alpha mate of his do the fighting for him. Entering his office, he tosses the proclamation onto his desk, and looks at the envelope. The handwriting matches the proclamation.

Dale,

I am not, nor was I ever truly your mate or of your 'pack'. Consider this your only chance at mercy, as the charges against you could be much worse, and subject to immediate execution without trial by combat, considering the evidence and my testimony.

You may contact my true, Goddess-given mate, Anthony James, at vvv-vvv-xxxx or my father, King Orion Steele at xxx-xxx-vvvv to discuss and/or arrange the trial or your surrender.

Prince Hunter Steele

Ha, just as he thought. Hiding behind a damn champion and the 'king'. Thank the Goddess he disabled the sensors on the windows in his suite, otherwise, the whole pack would have been awake to see the proclamation.

Since he's the only one to see it, he can tell his pack whatever he wants to...but what to tell them? Dale locks his office and returns to his suite. He'll have to get someone to fix that window in the morning. Say a bird hit it or something.

As for Useless and that damned alpha of his...he decides to tell the pack that he'd issued a one-on-one challenge for their pack, in revenge for the deaths of his father and mate. No one knows Useless made it out of the pack house, and no one would.

He'd go to the challenge alone, kill that Useless whore and his 'mate', then take over their pack. Send a message telling the dimwits here to trickle onto pack territory two and three at a time, and tell the border guards to kill rogues on sight.

Simple and clean, he gets a whole damn pack out of the deal, whether they like it or not. Now, to get some sleep before calling the 'king' in the morning. First Golden Moon, and once it's under his thumb, take over Silver Dawn.

Dale Reede, Werewolf King. He likes the sound of that. He drifts to sleep thinking of his new future. If only his dreams matched his plans...

The sun through his window wakes Dale from strange nightmares of fighting a large silver wolf. He wakes just as the wolf goes for his throat. He gets up, dresses in black slacks and a white button down shirt before putting on his shoes and heading for the pack dining room.

He takes his seat, noting the microphone in its usual place beside his plate in case he decides to make announcements. He picks it up and turns it on before standing up.

"As you all know, " he begins, "Our neighboring pack, Golden Moon attacked without cause and decimated our pack two months ago. My father and mate were killed in the attack. After due consideration, I have decided on a course of action.

"I have issued a challenge to Alpha Anthony James, to take place on the next full moon. A fight to the death, and winner gets both of our territories. I will be going to the challenge alone, and will contact you when I've won." He concludes.

Dale sits down, turning off the microphone, and gestures for the hovering omega to serve his breakfast. Maybe it's time for him to be 'blessed' with his 'second chance mate', he thinks, looking at the cute little blond twink peeking up at him through his lashes. The young man blushes, realizing he's been caught admiring his Alpha.

Dale smirks. Yes, it's definitely time. His bed has been cold for too long. Maybe this one will be able to provide him with an heir, unlike that barren, Useless whore he had before.

After breakfast, he tracks the omega to the kitchen before dragging him to the Alpha suite. "Stay here," he tells the young man. "When my duties are done for the day, you're going to be the pack's new Luna. I expect you naked and in the bed when I return."

The blond blushingly agrees. As Dale leaves his suite, he sees his prey eagerly stripping off his clothing as he heads for the bed. This is going to be a good day, he thinks.