Luna of Conquest

WORRIES

Kaleb paced down the hallway once more. He did not know what to do. The punishments they went through centuries ago were grueling. Most of those punished did not survive. The only a few survived and of those ones were the four watching over mortal wolves in North America today, Chanter, Felix, Notah and himself. They received it about a decade or so apart, the reasoning just as rough or gruesome as the last. It was mostly during the colonization of Northern America when Europeans immigrated and claimed the land for their own. That was when the times turned their bloodiest and the population dropped drastically. Each of them went through losing everything. The struggle of dealing with the death of their people and then watching the various cultures almost die with them was the biggest test.

Chanter was the least social. He was the youngest of the group and the newest. He just started reaching the age of a warrior before his act that angered the Goddess. The area he watched over covered more mountains, forests and some plains, which held fewer populations of mortals. He talked very little and did not like to appear in his human form when meeting us. Watching over the land with the lowest population worked for him, but he also covered the most land out of all of us.

Felix was the second youngest but extremely sociable, especially with females. His act for the punishment was almost as gruesome as the reason he did it. He covered the South-Eastern Coastline. Enjoying the crazy party life on certain times of the year when he did not work. We all came to him about being careful to not go too wild a few times in the past. He would pull himself together and calm down on the partying for a while at least. We all knew one day he was going to end up in the spotlight and it was not going to end well.

Notah was the oldest of them, though not by much. He covered the North Eastern coastline and part of the plains. It was pretty populated and kept him busy as he hoped when they started acting as guardians for the mortal packs. He was probably the most heartbroken since his punishment. He did not show emotions much if at all, though there has been a youth recently that seems to be bringing some emotions out.

I was the second oldest. I covered almost the entire West coast. It was well populated which did not bother me for the same reason of keeping myself busy. I lost not only many of my tribe but my loved one. My life had been boring for the most part but the groups that would follow me would always make life interesting for the time span they were with me. For them it was almost half their lives but for me it was just a small amount of time and each followed for different reasons. I learned how rough it was to watch them grow older, possibly have a family and eventually pass away. The first few that followed me were the hardest since it was with their lives that I quickly realized that my lifespan was no longer like the mortals. As they aged I remained the same, unchanging. They remained loyal to the end which I was relieved they did not reject me like most of the tribes' packs did at first.

Over time I came across the others like me, living longer than the mortals and mostly alone. Eventually we became known as the Immortal Alphas who watched over the packs and would help them overcome obstacles. One rule we made was to not to interfere with wars and we learned the hard way how that could cause more harm after time passed. We would help the innocent flee the wars to safety but that was all the more we allowed ourselves to be a part in it. As much as it hurt to watch the damages and death toll it was worse to handle the aftermath of being a factor to causing a worse outcome.

I reached the chair outside her room and sat down on it. This was thefirst time in decades that worry filled me brain. What was going to happen toher? Would she be able to pull through this and live? Was she going to becomelike us? My brain swirled with unanswered questions all slowly forming theheadache that was getting stronger. I pulled in a deep breath then heaved out along sigh to empty my lungs. I paused for a moment before I continued regularbreathing. I wasn't ready for this. Not again.